Curious Judas
Always Gets What She Wants
Family Friction 1 - Brother's Helping Hand
But Babe, I'm WORKING!
Leggy Step-Sister
Massaging My Friend's Hot Mom
Nocturnal Massage
Bambino's wiping the table when Maya Bijou walks in, still glued to her phone, and the second she spots him her grin goes from polite to predatory. Rich girl, spoiled rotten, used to grabbing what she wants. She wants him. He tries to keep it businesslike, but she makes that harder than it should be. First she turns around and asks him to unzip her dress—never mind that she's perfectly capable. He starts at the top and the fabric parts in slow degrees while she watches him in the mirror. The zipper bottoms out and the dress drops, leaving her bare except for tiny black panties. She kicks them off, hops onto the table, and spreads her legs so he's looking straight at her smooth feet. Oil first, she says. He starts at the arches, works his way up, trying not to stare. Maya moans, low and theatrical, every time his thumbs sink into a knot. He works her calves, thighs, then she rolls onto her back so he can do her breasts. She catches his wrist, guides his hands, and says she feels amazing, that he's cute, and why don't they just skip to the fun part? He answers by kissing her right nipple. Her laughter turns into a pleased hum. Maya slides off the table, kneels, pulls his shorts down. She takes him in her mouth, swirls her tongue, makes plenty of slick, obscene noises until he's hard and dripping. Then she climbs back up, lies back, knees wide, and tells him to get in already. Bambino pushes in with one steady thrust. Maya sighs like she's finally getting something she ordered. She rocks up to meet him, greedy and loud, taking everything she came for.
Bambino's wiping the table when Maya Bijou walks in, still glued to her phone, and the second she spots him her grin goes from polite to predatory. Rich girl, spoiled rotten, used to grabbing what she wants. She wants him. He tries to keep it businesslike, but she makes that harder than it should be. First she turns around and asks him to unzip her dress—never mind that she's perfectly capable. He starts at the top and the fabric parts in slow degrees while she watches him in the mirror. The zipper bottoms out and the dress drops, leaving her bare except for tiny black panties. She kicks them off, hops onto the table, and spreads her legs so he's looking straight at her smooth feet. Oil first, she says. He starts at the arches, works his way up, trying not to stare. Maya moans, low and theatrical, every time his thumbs sink into a knot. He works her calves, thighs, then she rolls onto her back so he can do her breasts. She catches his wrist, guides his hands, and says she feels amazing, that he's cute, and why don't they just skip to the fun part? He answers by kissing her right nipple. Her laughter turns into a pleased hum. Maya slides off the table, kneels, pulls his shorts down. She takes him in her mouth, swirls her tongue, makes plenty of slick, obscene noises until he's hard and dripping. Then she climbs back up, lies back, knees wide, and tells him to get in already. Bambino pushes in with one steady thrust. Maya sighs like she's finally getting something she ordered. She rocks up to meet him, greedy and loud, taking everything she came for.