A Strawberry Blonde Gold Mine - Ami Emerson

Ami Emerson struts in fresh. A few months in the game and already hungry. She peels off the robe and lets the lights hit every tight line of that gymnast frame. The Dragon starts slow, then locks into a rhythm that makes her squirt fast and loud. She shakes, laughs, then moans again. The Crystal Palace takes over and hammers until she skitters back, thighs slick, clit throbbing from the overload. The Little Guy toys with her, switching from a buzz to a deep push, each stroke sinking farther as her breath gets ragged. When The Satisfyher spins up, she drops into full splits, back arched, fingers clutching at her own hair. The rapid slap of the toy drives her straight to a shaking, toe-curling finish. She’s already asking when she can come back.