Anal teen angel Betsy

Betsy stepped out of the sunlight into the shade of the listing, a fair-haired eighteen-year-old whose thighs looked naked beneath that tiny skirt. The black sedan gleamed. When the seller rolled up minutes later, he was in his thirties, sleeves pushed to his elbows, and he offered her the keys with a half-smile. She slid behind the wheel, bare legs flexing, and they took the long way back to his place. The moment the door shut, he had her up against it, tongue against hers, hands pushing the skirt higher. Betsy dropped to her knees on the hardwood, blond hair falling forward as she opened his fly and slid her mouth down his cock until her throat fluttered around him. He let her suck until his shaft shone, then hauled her onto the kitchen table, spread her knees, and pressed the head of his cock to her tight little ring. One slow push and she opened for him, the muscles inside her gripping every inch he fed her. He took her ass right there, hips snapping, while she clawed the edge of the table and came without touching herself, blond hair sticking to her damp cheeks.