Anal teen angel Nadia Bella

Nadia Bella sits in front of the mirror, tracing fresh color over her mouth. No paint can hide how young she looks. Dima leans against the doorframe, watching her hand move, watching the way her lips part with each careful stroke. Every second makes him harder. He crosses the room before he can stop himself, palms sliding over her bare shoulders, mouth finding the nape of her neck. She smiles into the glass, tilts her head to give him more skin, and the brush drops from her fingers. He lifts her onto the vanity. She wraps her legs around him, heels digging into his back as he pushes inside. They stay joined through slow thrusts, then frantic ones. He bends her over the same chair she sat in minutes earlier, fucks her from behind until the seat creaks, then carries her to the bed without pulling out. She comes first, gasping against his throat, and he follows seconds later, but he stays hard and keeps moving. They fuck through the daylight, shifting from bed to floor to shower and back again. Every new angle draws another moan from her, another ragged breath from him. By the time the light fades she is sore, flushed, and smiling.