Pretty in pink

Eleanor’s small frame hides nothing. Her tits strain against thin pink straps, nipples already hard. She wants more, and she doesn’t waste time. One look at her and the guy hardens. She drops to her knees, mouth open, lips wrapping him in wet heat. Every inch disappears until her nose presses to his skin. Blonde hair swings as she works him deep, throat pulsing, spit glistening on her chin. When she turns, she lifts her ass, pink lace panties sliding aside to reveal the tight hole she wants filled. He grips her hips, presses the head against her, then sinks in. She moans, low and dirty, rocking back to meet every thrust. He fucks her ass slow at first, then harder, the slap of skin echoing. Her tits bounce free, heavy and full. She reaches back, spreading herself wider so he can watch himself disappear inside her. When he pulls out, she turns fast, on her knees again, mouth open, tongue out. He strokes once, twice, then paints her face in thick ropes—cheeks, lips, lashes—until she’s marked and smiling.