Anal teen angel Katty

Katty has her nose buried in art books, long legs tucked beneath her at the desk. Oliver watches the way her small hand moves across the page. He steps behind her, slides the heavy volume aside, and brushes his lips against the back of her neck. She leans into the touch without protest. He turns her chair, lifts her onto the desk, and draws the thin cotton panties down her thighs. The cotton is already damp. His fingers find her clit, circle it slowly, then drop lower, pressing against the tight ring of muscle he wants. Katty draws a sharp breath, but she nods and shifts her hips forward, offering herself. He eases one slick finger inside, then two, stretching her open until her breath comes quick and shallow. When he stands and frees his cock, she reaches back, spreads herself, and holds the cheeks apart. He rubs the swollen head against the loosened pucker, then pushes in with steady pressure. Katty’s moan is low, almost grateful. Inch by inch, her body accepts him, the tight heat gripping him as he sinks deeper. Once he’s fully inside, he starts a slow, rolling rhythm, pulling almost free before sliding back in to the root. She reaches between her legs, rubs her clit in time with his thrusts. Her eyes close; her mouth falls open. The desk creaks beneath them, but the only sound that matters is the wet slap of skin and her broken little cries as he fucks her ass harder, faster, driving them both toward the peak they both crave.