Micah Moore

Micah Moore hits nineteen like a live wire. Sweet on the surface, filthy underneath. She takes her time getting there, but when the climax hits she curls her toes, yelps like a kicked pup, and floods the set. The Crystal Palace surprises her first; one minute she’s riding the swell, the next she’s spraying while those hard little abs jerk under her skin. Third round we bring out The Intruder. Inch by inch the fat head works past her lips, then the shaft follows, slower at first, then faster, until the machine is pounding all eight inches home and she’s squirting in steady streams. She finishes, catches her breath, and flashes that sugar-sweet smile. Finally we rest the worked pussy and park her on the sybian; every muscle locks, her fingers claw at her hair, and she rides like she’s trying to shake something loose inside.