Anal Teen Angel Ann Marie

Ann Marie and Ben sit in a white room that feels almost empty. Blonde hair spills over her shoulders while the boy leans close. Their hands move first. She opens her mouth and takes him in, warm tongue working slow circles around the head. He buries his face between her thighs, licking long strokes that make her hips twitch. Saliva glistens on his shaft when he pulls free. He turns her onto her side, spreads her cheeks, and presses the tip to the tight ring. She breathes out, pushes back, and he sinks inside, inch by careful inch. He moves with steady rhythm, deep, unhurried strokes that fill her completely. When he’s ready he pulls out and paints her open mouth, streaks of come landing on her tongue and lips.