PUNYtive Damages

Nikki Kay looks like the neighbor kid who shouldn't be driving, but watch her yank the wheel like a rebel stealing the family whip. Tiny thing stacks a couch cushion just to see over the dash, which makes the whole stunt twice as obvious. Sean figures she clipped his mailbox—time to catch the thief red-handed. When she rolls out, he sneaks up for a plate shot, then sells the hit: drops like she floored him. Nikki freaks, blurts out a massage to make it right. Sean pops up grinning—miracle recovery—ready for payment. Her hands work his thigh while she admits the "accident" felt lucky; she’s had a thing for him and this is her chance. One twitch later his dick tents the shorts and Nikki’s on it, that petite mouth stretched wide, sucking every drop she can pull. Soon he’s got her bent over the furniture, pounding that tight little pussy deeper than a girl her size should take. The grand finale? Thick ropes across her pretty face while she grins like a satisfied troublemaker.