Teen bitch club member: Celina Cross

Damn, look what walked in. Celina Cross, fresh little coed, grinning like she already got picked for the teen bitch club. You get it, honey. We don’t waste time. She peels off that sweater, nice perky tits bounce free, nipples tight, begging for hands. Under the skirt she’s bare, shaved pussy already glistening. She drops to her knees, eyes hungry, and wraps those soft fingers right around my cock. The second she feels it throb she moans like a fucking slut, pumping it, spit starting to drip from her bottom lip. She leans in, tongue flicking the head, tasting it like candy she’s waited all day to get. No shy girl here—she’s stroking faster, mouth open, ready to slide that cock between her lips the moment we give the nod.