Itti-Bitty Bicyclist

Emily's practically giddy out there but the girl's hopeless on that bike. Wobbling all over the lot, cuts like somebody drunk in the dark. Our guy can't watch anymore, so he rolls up, offers to show her how. She's stubborn but he puts his hands where hers should be. Next thing his fingers aren't just steering anymore, they're grinding her clit right over the seat. Her short legs? Pointless. These bikes dwarf her tiny frame so they bail. Grateful little shit insists he come upstairs to get proper thanks. She peels off, shakes her ass in his face till both of them snap. Cock out, her clothes gone. He's packing skyscraper meat and she just sinks right down, no friction, no mercy. That micro pussy works him like it's trained for it. Ends with his load splattered across her face and she's still grinning like she aced a test.