Liz Likes To Have Fun

Ever tried putting words to the first look at a smoking-hot nineteen-year-old Hungarian girl who actually wants to show you her favorite morning joint? Liz was that girl. I ask what she likes after dark. Five minutes later she’s in my apartment proving it. She climbs on, tight and wet, riding like it’s a contest she means to win. I grab her ass and slam up—hard—each slap of skin loud enough to wake the neighbors. The way her cunt clamps down almost milks me then and there, warm, velvet, relentless. Last stroke I bury every inch and stay there. A solid, heavy pump, one, two—then the hot rush flooding her, creamy ropes filling every crease. I watch her stomach give a tiny jolt each time, nothing but this sweet teenager milked and dripping me back out while we both catch our breath.