Anal teen angel Milana

Milana walks out of the solarium still glowing from the heat. Oliver is already waiting, bare-chested, stroking a hard cock in one fist while her clothes dangle from the other. She reaches for them; he pulls them back, the corner of his mouth lifting. Annoyance flares, then melts the second he steps in close and turns her around. Her hands brace the padded bench. He drops the bundle of clothes and spreads her cheeks, tongue flicking once over the tight ring before pressing in. Milana shivers, pushes back, greedy for more. He stands, lines up, and sinks into her ass in one steady thrust. She gasps, fingers curling. He draws out slow, drives in deeper, setting a rhythm that knocks small sounds from her throat with every stroke. She glances over her shoulder, blonde hair sticking to her cheek, eyes half-lidded. He answers by gripping her hips harder and driving faster, the wet slap of skin filling the small room. Milana reaches back, spreads herself wider for him, urging him to take every inch. He leans in, teeth grazing her shoulder, breath hot, and keeps fucking her ass until she’s shaking and he’s spilling deep inside.