Anal teen angel Kira

Kira looks like the shy blonde every man wants to ruin. Oliver takes his time. His fingers slip between her cheeks, slow and patient, coaxing her tight little ring until it gives. One knuckle, then two. When she’s breathing his name instead of excuses, he lines up and sinks in. The stretch forces a gasp out of her, then a long, filthy moan. He grips her hips, drives deeper, pulls out only to thrust harder. Her voice breaks each time he bottoms out. She stops sounding like an angel and starts sounding like a girl who’s finally learned how good it feels to be used right.