Sarah Shevon

Sarah’s hot and she knows it. Pink lace clings to every curve and those thigh-highs make her legs look like trouble walking. Nipples stiff enough to cut glass poke through her bra. She spreads her thighs wide so the camera catches her damp panties stretched tight over a fuzzy pussy. A wicked grin, then she’s toeing at your cock, silky nylon feet gliding up and down, squeezing, stroking, filthy promises slipping out between those pouty lips, eyes locked on you the whole time. When she’s had her fun, thick strings of spit slap over your shaft, and she opens wide, swallowing every aching inch till her nose brushes skin. Fingers wrap around the slick length and she pumps you, fast then slow, lips inches from the tip and begging, “Paint me.” A groan and that pretty face gets painted white.