Iris Rose
DSnoop Goes For The Loot
Iris Rose smiles like she already knows what your dick wants. This bubbly blonde doesn’t walk into a room—she bounces, tits swinging just enough to make conversation awkward in the best way. Her charm’s the weapon; she flashes those pearly teeth and suddenly you’re half hard and wondering how that happened. She laughs, leans in, and before you’ve finished your sentence her fingers brush your belt like it’s the most natural thing in the world. You blink, she’s already squeezing your bulge through your jeans, her palm warm and deliberate. Next thing you know your cock’s out and she’s cooing about how cute it looks all flushed for her. A wink, a kiss that tastes like bubblegum and danger, and Iris is on her knees, tongue out, ready to take you deeper than you thought you’d go tonight. Perky doesn’t even cover it—this girl’s downright gifted at keeping you throbbing and slightly breathless.
Iris Rose smiles like she already knows what your dick wants. This bubbly blonde doesn’t walk into a room—she bounces, tits swinging just enough to make conversation awkward in the best way. Her charm’s the weapon; she flashes those pearly teeth and suddenly you’re half hard and wondering how that happened. She laughs, leans in, and before you’ve finished your sentence her fingers brush your belt like it’s the most natural thing in the world. You blink, she’s already squeezing your bulge through your jeans, her palm warm and deliberate. Next thing you know your cock’s out and she’s cooing about how cute it looks all flushed for her. A wink, a kiss that tastes like bubblegum and danger, and Iris is on her knees, tongue out, ready to take you deeper than you thought you’d go tonight. Perky doesn’t even cover it—this girl’s downright gifted at keeping you throbbing and slightly breathless.