The Lingerie Model

Veronica Leal knows exactly what she's doing in that little lacy set. She flashes Vince Carter a grin and flips her body toward him, every curve of her tight little ass doing the talking. Her nipples barely cling to the see-through fabric, hard from the draft and from watching him adjust his hard-on in his jeans. She turns again, arches the way she knows drives men dumb, lets him drink in her flat stomach and tits the size of ripe fruit, ripe for grabbing while he stuffs her from behind. Veronica throws one hip out, every inch of her daring him: come here. Vince is already imagining what that perfect ass will feel like riding the length of his cock, the flex of her thighs when she squeezes down hard and fast.