Christian Girl's First Cock

Midway through tearing their house apart, Ashley Adams’s mom booked Steven St. Croix—a legit masseur—to knock the kinks out of her daughter’s back. Steven figures it’s the least Ashley’s fiancé can do. Trouble is, Ashley’s still saving herself for marriage, and nobody’s laying a hand on her body until the big day. But Steven spots an opening and coaxes the bra off her so the oil won’t stain the pink lace. Between gentle strokes he pries: doesn’t she want to know if she’s even sexually compatible with the guy? Ashley’s never wondered; sex wasn’t on the syllabus—her marriage is arranged. Steven calls it the perfect teachable moment. One slick motion later, his huge cock hovers inches from her face while his palm finds the heat between her virgin legs. He works her clit through the cotton, builds it into a slow grind until she’s gasping. When two careful fingers ease inside, Ashley’s tight little pussy clenches around each knuckle. He twists, pumps, edges her right up to the brink. She comes loud—whole body jolting, legs shaking—and still wants more. Steven lets her watch him stroke, then guides her shy lips around the head so she can taste what she’s missing. From there he shows her how to ride, how to open wide, how to take every inch until he finally blows a thick load that streaks across her stomach like a messy white ribbon.