Petite Challenger

Kyler Quinn sits on the edge of the bed, that tight little body barely covered. Her eyes go wide when Jax walks in, big and dark and already half-hard. She grips his cock like she's afraid she'll break it, but he just laughs low in his throat and pushes her mouth open. He fucks her face first, slow at first, then deeper, her throat working hard to take him. Spit runs down her chin and his shaft gleams wet in the light. She tries to tap out but he's already turning her around, shoving her face-first into the sheets. He stretches her open with two thick fingers, watches her drip down his wrist, then slams inside her all at once. Kyler screams into the mattress as he pounds her from behind, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. Each thrust knocks the air out of her. Sweat trickles down her spine. When he switches to missionary, he pins her wrists above her head and fucks her like he's trying to ruin her for anyone else. Her heels dig into his back. Her eyes roll. He pulls out right before he finishes and paints her small tits with thick ropes that drip toward her stomach.