Anal Teen Angel Felony

Felony stretches awake as her phone buzzes. One message from Dima—straight to the point, offering to come over and make the afternoon worth her time. She smiles. She knows exactly how good he is at filling slow hours, so she tells him to come. The moment he steps inside they skip every polite word. Hands grab, clothes drop. Felony’s dark hair spills across the pillow as Dima pushes her onto the bed and slides straight into her ass, deep, steady, and relentless. She moans, legs spread wide, taking every inch like she’s been waiting all day for it. He pulls out, grips her chin, and strokes his cock until thick ropes paint her pretty face, leaving her lips glistening. Felony stays right where she is, catching her breath, already plotting the next round.