Anal Teen Angel Emily Thorne

Emily Thorne wanted in. She knew exactly what that meant. Arty’s cock is already hard when she wraps her fingers around it, stroking him slow before she sinks to her knees and takes him deep. She keeps her eyes up while she works, spit dripping down her chin, her tits swaying with every bob of her head. He watches the way those full, heavy breasts bounce as she gags on him, then pulls her up and spins her around. She leans over, spreads herself for him. Arty doesn’t hesitate. He pushes into her ass in one long thrust, stretching her open. Emily gasps, knuckles white on the edge of the couch, but she stays right there and takes it. Each stroke comes harder, deeper. He grips her hips and pounds her until her tits slap against the cushions and her breath comes out ragged. She stays open for him the whole time, ass gripping him tight, face flushed. He pulls out at the last second, strokes himself once, twice, and covers her mouth and chin in thick ropes. Cum drips down her throat as she catches what she can on her tongue. That’s all it took. She earned her place.