Anal teen angel Rima

Oliver tries to focus on the cards. His friends are easy. Rima is not. She keeps her face blank and her legs spread. The skirt is already gone. Her bare ass rests on the edge of the chair, pink and smooth, waiting. Every time she shifts, she gives him another view. The tight hole between those cheeks stays clenched, but it won’t stay that way for long. Oliver has the one thing she wants tonight, and it isn’t money or cards. She lets him see her small tits, lets him watch her slide two fingers between her thighs and rub slow circles over her clit. Her breath stays even. Her expression stays flat. Only her cunt tells the truth, glistening, swelling, opening for the cock she plans to take. Oliver feels his own dick press hard against his zipper. He lays down a losing hand on purpose. Rima stands, turns, and bends over the table without a word. She reaches back and spreads herself for him. The dark little ring twitches under her fingers. She stays quiet, bratty even in silence, daring him to give her what she came for. Oliver steps behind her, frees his cock, and presses the swollen head against that tight entrance. He pushes. She opens. Inch by inch he sinks into her ass while she keeps her face turned away, biting her lip so no sound escapes. The only thing moving is her body, taking him deeper with every slow thrust until he’s buried to the balls and she finally lets out one low, filthy moan.