So you showed up to worship Ryan Keely. She doubts you have anything she wants. Her heavy bare tits sit high over a shiny gold corset while that tight latex skirt squeezes her ass, the fabric cut open in a perfect O so nothing is hidden. Latex squeaks every time she shifts her weight. First she wants to see what you’re packing. Drop your pants. She expected disappointment, and there it is, a sad little dick. That thing’s going nowhere near her tits, her ass, or even her feet. She bends at the waist, lets you stare at her plump cheeks framed by the hole in the skirt, pussy peeking between them. You wish you could touch, smell, taste, but all you get is your hand on that useless cock. She bounces, and it looks like her pussy’s winking at you, wet and shining, never close enough. Then those perfect toes wiggle right in your face. No licking, no sucking, just the sight. Finally she drives two fingers deep into her cunt, fucking herself while you watch and ache. You want to come? She’ll decide if you’re allowed.
So you showed up to worship Ryan Keely. She doubts you have anything she wants. Her heavy bare tits sit high over a shiny gold corset while that tight latex skirt squeezes her ass, the fabric cut open in a perfect O so nothing is hidden. Latex squeaks every time she shifts her weight. First she wants to see what you’re packing. Drop your pants. She expected disappointment, and there it is, a sad little dick. That thing’s going nowhere near her tits, her ass, or even her feet. She bends at the waist, lets you stare at her plump cheeks framed by the hole in the skirt, pussy peeking between them. You wish you could touch, smell, taste, but all you get is your hand on that useless cock. She bounces, and it looks like her pussy’s winking at you, wet and shining, never close enough. Then those perfect toes wiggle right in your face. No licking, no sucking, just the sight. Finally she drives two fingers deep into her cunt, fucking herself while you watch and ache. You want to come? She’ll decide if you’re allowed.