Anal teen angel Anne

Anne sat alone in the dentist’s waiting room, knees tight, when Oliver came in. Time crawled. The air thickened. He reached for her first—hands sliding beneath her top, tongue tracing circles around her nipples until they stiffened. Anne let out a breath she’d been holding and leaned in, sinking to her knees. She took his cock in both hands, wet her lips, and drew him deep, bobbing with slow, greedy strokes until he was slick and pulsing. She stood, turned, and offered herself. He sank into her pussy, working long strokes that made her hips tilt back for more. Then his hands gripped her waist, his cock eased lower, and he pushed into her untouched ass—tight, slow, relentless—until Anne was shaking and whispering for every inch.