Puck Pass in Vegas

Molly Little’s got that tight little body you remember—blonde hair, small perky tits, and a grin that says she’s already three steps ahead of you. You step into her office and she skips the meet-and-greet. She drops to her knees, wraps her soft lips around your cock and pushes until her nose presses your skin. She works you deeper, throat fluttering as she takes every inch, saliva dripping off her chin while those blue eyes stay locked on yours. When you’re rock hard and twitching she climbs up, shoves her panties aside and sinks straight down. Her tiny frame bounces with every thrust, pussy stretched and dripping around you, and she leans in, voice all breath and hunger: “Come on, fill me up.” She rides like she’s on the clock and the only currency she’s got left is how deep you’ll go.