Coco Velvett - Part 1

Velvet shows up tiny, barely a handful in the tits department, but the way she carries herself screams she wants to get railed. James Deen spots it instantly—he flips on that cocky grin and starts poking at her limits. She’s propped on the couch, skirt hiked up, legs spread like she’s done this a thousand times in her head. He works two fingers inside her, pulls them out shiny, then feeds them right between her lips so she tastes her own need. She’s locked around his hand before he’s even halfway done with her, trying to coax him deeper while he keeps her on edge. When he finally slides in raw, he doesn’t ease up; each thrust rocks the couch until her head bumps the backrest. He keeps yanking the attitude out of her until her tiny frame is quivering and slick, saying filthy shit that just makes her tilt her hips for more. By the end she’s covered, flushed, and clearly thrilled she let the inner whore loose.