Anal teen angel Mandi

Mandi, who could make anyone stare, called for a massage. One look at those full, bare tits and the masseur froze, eyes locked on them like they held the secrets of the universe. Instead of tending her feet he just palmed those warm globes, fingers sinking deep. Mandi groaned. Heat raced down her spine, and she decided right then she needed that cock buried in her ass, fast and thick. Lucky for her, he knew exactly what she meant. He flipped her over, spread her cheeks, and drove in with one hard thrust. She pushed back, took every inch. Soon the wet, messy sounds filled the room as he slammed deep, and a second later Mandi let go and squirted in pulsing bursts, soaking the sheets while he kept on thrusting, grinning like he'd won the lottery.