Anal teen angel Chloey

Chloey fidgets on the edge of the couch, fingers drumming against bare thighs. Boredom has settled in like a slow itch. She knows exactly what she wants. When Oliver steps through the door, he sees it straightaway. He pulls her close, hands sliding down to cup her ass, and she melts against him. They don’t waste time. He peels away her shorts, parts her cheeks, and runs his tongue over that tight little ring until it’s slick and ready. Chloey gasps, pushes back against his face, hungry for more. Soon she’s on all fours, blonde hair brushing her shoulders, while Oliver works two fingers inside her, stretching her open. When his cock replaces them, she lets out a low moan. He moves slow at first, then deeper, pushing past the resistance until she’s taking every inch. Her hole clenches and yields, then gapes around him each time he pulls out. She reaches back to spread herself wider, egging him on. Oliver grips her hips and drives harder, watching the pink flesh bloom open again and again. Chloey’s cries turn breathy. Every thrust leaves her wider, emptier, until nothing is left but the raw need for him to fill her once more.