Anal Teen Angel Stacy Snake

Stacy stood before her closet, indecisive. Three outfits lay on the bed, none of them right. She glanced at the mirror, sighed, and reached for the top dress again. Oliver appeared in the doorway. He watched her for a moment, then stepped closer. His fingers found the strap of her top and slipped it down one shoulder. Stacy didn’t stop him. She let him undress her, piece by piece, until every garment lay forgotten on the floor. Naked, she turned toward him. Oliver’s hands were on her waist now, turning her around. He bent her over the edge of the bed. His cock pressed against her ass, thick and insistent. Stacy bit her lip as he pushed forward. The head breached her tight hole, stretching her slowly until he filled her completely. The party faded from her mind. All that mattered was the steady rhythm of Oliver’s hips and the hot stretch of his cock inside her.