Anal teen angel Gelya

Gelya carries the good-girl reputation at school like a well-pressed uniform. Yet the rug burns on her knees and the slow ache in her ass will soon give her away. Her friends will press for details the moment they catch the flush in her cheeks, and she’ll have to decide how much she wants to share about Oliver. He showed up already hard, heavy between his legs, and stayed that way long enough to give her exactly what she’d been craving: the blunt press of him sliding past the tight ring of muscle, the steady rhythm that kept her open and trembling until the carpet bit into her skin. She let him have her that way more than once, each stroke deeper, each thrust met with a soft, helpless sound she couldn’t hold back. The evidence is written on her body now, and it won’t stay secret for long.