Didn’t matter. xvideos Her skirt was still hiked up, panties long gone, and her pussy—still wet from his tongue—hovered over his dick. She’d seen that look in his eyes, felt the heat, and fuck it, she was going for it. She’d been crushing on Ethan for years—those soft brown eyes, the messy hair he never brushed, the way he grinned like he knew something she didn’t. She noticed—of course she did—and dragged them slower, letting the tips dig in a little, scratching down his forearm. “You’re gonna kill me.”
She laughed, soft but wicked, and slid her hand lower, nails grazing his thigh. “Sophie—gonna cum,” he warned, voice tight, and she slowed, pulling off with a wet pop.
