Anal teen angel Malia

She was already wet before he touched her. Blonde hair loose, lips parted, that teen hunger burning behind her eyes. Malia pulled him close, hungry for it now, and he didn’t make her wait. He took her fast and deep, driving into her until she cried out—wet, willing, perfect. When he eased her open and slid into her ass, she gasped, back arching, fingers clutching the sheets. He held her there, fucking her harder, until every inch of her felt claimed. She took him down her throat after, sucking like she’d earned it, tongue working him until he pulled back and painted her face with thick, hot streaks. She smiled through it all. They were going to be late for that party.