Menina alemã fode um cara na garagem

Her laugh is low, throaty—a challenge as she pushes him onto the bed. The moonlight catches the curve of her waist, the swell of her breasts as she straddles him, slow and deliberate. There's no rush, only the slick slide of skin on skin, the bite of her nails, and the relentless pull of pleasure that leaves them both breathless.