Anal teen angel Malia

Malia and Oliver both study at university. Study drains the soul. They need relief. They find it in each other, and right now that relief means Oliver buried balls-deep in Malia's ass. He pushes in slow, stretching her open, and Malia takes every inch with a low, greedy moan. Her fingers clutch the sheets. Her back arches. Oliver grips her hips and starts to thrust, steady and deep, the kind of fuck that wipes every thought from their heads except the wet slap of skin and the tight squeeze around his cock. She pushes back to meet him, hungry for more, and he gives it to her. Harder. Faster. Malia's breath catches every time he bottoms out. Sweat beads on her spine. The tension melts away with every stroke, replaced by the raw, filthy pleasure of being taken exactly the way she needs. When she finally comes, it hits hard, her body clenching around him like a vice. Oliver follows with a groan, emptying himself deep inside her ass. They stay tangled like that for a moment, breathing heavy, minds blissfully empty.