Nineteen and naughty

Gitta Blond stands barefoot on cool tile, her pale hair catching the light like spun gold. She slips her dress off one shoulder, then the other, and it drops to her feet. Naked, she smiles at the camera with a hint of mischief, fingertips tracing the soft curve of her breast before sliding lower. The first touch between her thighs draws a small, breathy sound from her. She turns, bends at the waist, and shows everything. Two hands part her cheeks; the tight little star there twitches, hungry. She straightens, drops to her knees, and takes the waiting cock between her lips. No hesitation, just eager, wet sounds and the slow bob of her blonde head. Spit runs down her chin as she works him deeper. When her mouth pulls away, she climbs onto the couch, knees wide. The thick head presses against her ass and she pushes back, taking it all the way inside in one long slide. Her toes curl. Her back arches. Every thrust rocks her forward until her cheek meets the cushion and she moans into the fabric. He pulls out, flips her onto her back, and she opens wide again. The first hot rope lands across her tongue, the next across her flushed face, and Gitta swallows with a grin, licking the corner of her mouth clean.