Anal teen angel Jazzy

Jazzy paces the room, skinny frame itching for something to happen. Oliver finally walks in, eyes already moving down her body like he knows exactly how the night will play out. He starts with her small tits, hands cupping them, thumbs brushing her nipples until they stiffen. She arches into his touch, breath catching. His fingers slide lower, find her wet pussy, part her open and stroke until she’s slick and ready. She turns, leans forward, and he presses his cock against her tight teenage ass. He pushes in slow, filling her inch by inch. Jazzy groans, back curving as he sinks deeper. Every thrust pulls a new sound from her throat. He grips her hips, drives harder, and she takes it—tight, willing, lost in the rhythm.