Anal teen angel Benta

Oliver always picks the right door. He knocks and Benta opens, sweet-faced, eyes down, pretending she’s shy. He sees straight through it. She wants him, and he doesn’t waste time proving it. He takes her mouth first, slow and deep, until her lips shine and her throat works. When he turns her around and spreads her cheeks, her tight little hole flutters. He eases in, one careful inch at a time, until he’s buried to the root. Benta moans, low and grateful. He fucks her ass with steady strokes while her pussy drips untouched. When he pulls out, she drops to her knees again, lips parted, waiting. He paints her tongue and her flushed cheeks, thick and warm, and she swallows what she can, eyes bright.