Anal teen angel Alisa

Alisa walked into the studio, barely eighteen and still fresh-faced. The makeup artist paused his work. She smiled, leaned closer than she needed to, let her fingers linger on his wrist. Time passed. The quiet stretched. Then she was on the couch with him, skirt shoved up, panties gone. He spread her open and pushed in—slow at first, then all the way. Her tight little hole stretched around every thick inch. She bit her lip, then moaned when he sank deeper. Her ass clenched, swallowed him, spit him back out, only to take him again. Red, slick, and pulsing, it clung to his cock each time he pulled back. She rocked with him, eager, face flushed. When he finally pulled out, she opened her mouth and caught every hot spurt across her tongue and lips.