Young and Curious about IR Anal

She stares with those big soft eyes, flat-chested but already knowing what she wants. Mouth wet. Blonde hair sticks to her lip while she turns, slow. Full ass in tiny cotton, and hips that haven’t filled out yet — everything on the edge. She hooks her thumbs in the waistband and pulls down just enough. Smirks when she bends. Then the man steps in — six foot whatever, dark, heavy between the legs — and the game changes fast. He doesn’t wait. Pulls the fabric aside, lines up. First thrust forces a gasp out of her. Second makes her knees buckle. Third teaches her how to breathe while her body opens. Positions roll like dice. On her back, legs folded to her shoulders. Face down, hips yanked up. Knees wide on the edge of the couch. Every new angle punches deeper. She comes once in doggy, moaning into the cushion. Comes again on top, grinding until her legs shake. Keeps coming while he holds her wrists and works her from underneath. She learns the hard stretch of anal and the rush of full black cock, learns to beg with her eyes and stay still when he goes rough. No lesson left untouched. Every inch used, every hole taken.