Pretty In Angelina's Pink Pussy

Angelina Wild just painted her toes—bubblegum pink—and now she's waiting, bare legs kicked up, pretending she cares about that club she mentioned. One glance at her slick little tan pussy when she spreads, and the guy knows the night is canceled. She grins like the whole idea amuses her. He pushes inside anyway, slow and thick, cock shiny with girl-juice; she answers with quick, greedy squeezes. His thrusts turn faster. She laughs, plants both pretty feet against his chest, heels pressed right under his nipples, then lowers them so her soft arches stroke the length still buried in her. Every lazy foot-rub draws a twitch from him, slick, sticky sounds filling the couch cushions. Lips meet, tongues duel, neither lets the other forget how the evening actually turned out—him glued to her, her smiling with absolute smug delight while her toes milk every inch she can reach.