Little Secret Garden

Molly Little doesn’t have a single thing on her mind except wandering and flirting with whoever’s around. People smile when that pretty face and easy charm show up, and today the trail leads straight into your backyard. It’s late summer, plants are dry, rain’s overdue, yet here she is, poking at your dirt like she owns the place. Not a public plot—yours—and she’s clearly lost, but the second she spots you her smile flips from lost to “found you.” That warm, earthy smell must be doing something to her, because her silk-smooth brunette hair slides over her shoulders and her pussy’s already slicking up. One look and you’re hard enough to plant something of your own. She drops her shorts, spreads her legs, and gives those tight natural tits a squeeze while her fingers work her clit. You step in, cock out, and she swallows you down like she’s been waiting all day. She rides you reverse so you can watch that petite ass bounce, then flips to missionary so you can bury every inch while she begs for it harder. When she’s had enough, she kneels, sticks out her tongue, and you paint her face with thick ropes until it’s dripping off her chin. She grins, licks her lips, and says the garden’s never looked better.