Lexi Is A Sweet Girl

Lexi’s a sweetheart who can’t meet your eyes without blushing, yet here she comes: jeans undone, cotton panties pulled low. She grins like she’s sharing a dirty secret. First she fans her thick brown bush for you, hairs spilling in every direction. Her nails—light-pink polish, probably chipped—slide under the curls so you can admire both at once. She peels everything off and drops onto the bed. Knees spread, fingers busy. She rubs in little circles, breath hitching every time she hits the sweet spot. Juice gleams, then rolls down. Two digits pry her lips apart, revealing pink insides already twitching for action. With a crooked smile she pats the mattress beside her. “C’mere—put that cock in me.”