Cute Little Fucker!!!

Bailey had waited for this. Castle walls around her, Tommy Pistol in front of her, and she’s never shot a boy-girl scene in her life. First thing she does is drop to her knees. She works him with that little mouth, black hair swinging, eyes locked like she already owns him. He lets her taste, then grabs her hair and fucks that mouth deeper, spit running down her chin. Bailey just opens wider. He bends her over, yanks her ass up, and pushes inside. She takes it all, one raw thrust after another, her hole stretching around him while she bites the sheets and smiles through the sting. He slaps her ass, leaves marks, then pins her wrists when she tries to reach back. The harder he drives, the wetter she gets. Bailey moans like she’s been waiting months for this exact hurt. He flips her onto her back, knees to her chest, and slams in again. She looks up at him the whole time, mouth open, taking every inch like a thank-you. When he finally pulls out and paints her stomach, she runs her fingers through it, grinning like the little fucker just got everything she asked for.