Anal teen angel Amelie

Amelie still looks like she just left the school gates, all wide-eyed and peach-cheeked. She’s legal, though, and she knows it. The second the camera’s rolling she sinks to her knees and wraps both hands around a cock thicker than her wrist, pulling it to her lips like it’s the only thing she wants in the world. Her tongue flicks, uncertain, eager, tasting, until her mouth opens and takes him in—awkward, hungry, a little too deep at first. She pulls back with a wet gasp and smiles up at him, lips glossy, then climbs over him like she’s been waiting for this all afternoon. Once she’s straddling his lap she sinks down in one long, slow slide, blonde hair sticking to her temples. Every inch disappears inside her tight, wet heat, and her eyes flutter like she’s tasting something she never wants to stop eating. She rides him with a shy kind of greed, hips rolling, small tits bouncing, until the rhythm turns sharp and her breathing breaks. He flips her over, pushes her knees up to her chest, and presses the slick head of his cock against the tight ring of her ass. Amelie bites her lip, nods, and he pushes in. The stretch makes her whimper—soft, filthy, perfect—until he’s all the way in and her young hole is stretched wide and glossy around him. He starts to move. She clutches the sheets, moans like she’s surprised by how much she loves it, and takes every deep, deliberate thrust until she’s coming with a broken little cry, pink and trembling and beautifully used.