Anal teen angel Marie

Marie lounges on the couch, thumb tapping away, boredom chewing at her like a slow itch. Across the table, Timo’s lost in his laptop, papers stacked like a wall between them. She knows the shortcut around that wall. She crawls over, hair like fresh rust on her shoulders, and slips between his knees. The moment her mouth seals around him, the keyboard clicks die. Timo groans, papers forgotten, one hand buried in those red curls. Marie works him wet and deep until his cock stands rigid, then turns, hikes the tiny skirt, and presses her ass back. He pushes in slow, stretching her tight ring, every inch sinking past the muscle until his hips meet her cheeks. She rocks, breathing out sharp little gasps, taking him all the way. When he pulls free she drops to her knees again, lips open, and catches every hot spurt across her tongue and cheeks, eyes bright, already dreaming of the next time boredom strikes.