Blue bikini teen got fucked so hard in the lift [Elevator]

She’s a cock-starved little slut in a blue bikini, squirming against the cold steel of the elevator wall, her tits heaving like she’s been running. I’m behind her, rough hands gripping her hips, fingers digging into her soft flesh. She’s panting, begging for it, her voice a whimpering mess. “Fuck me, please,” she gasps, pushing her ass back, trying to grind against my hard cock. I smack her ass hard, leaving a red handprint on her pale skin. “Shut the fuck up and take it,” I growl, spitting on her asshole, rubbing it in with my thumb. She moans, pushing back against me, eager for more. I line up my cock, feel her wet pussy lips part around my head. I slam into her, hard and deep, making her scream. The elevator shakes with each brutal thrust, her tits bouncing wildly, slapping against the steel wall. I fuck her like an animal, grunting with each savage thrust, her pussy gripping my cock tight, soaking wet. She’s a mess of sweat and spit, her makeup running, mascara streaking down her cheeks. She’s choking on her own screams, begging for more, begging for me to fuck her harder, deeper. I oblige, pounding into her, feeling her body convulse as she comes, her pussy clamping down on my cock. I grunt, feeling my balls tighten, my cock throb as I fill her with my cum, marking her as mine.

Her face is buried in the crook of her arm, trying to muffle her screams, her body shuddering with each brutal impact. The elevator’s harsh fluorescent lights cast grim shadows across her heaving body, the blue bikini top twisted to the side, exposing one pale, bouncing tit. Her nipples are hard, erect, begging to be sucked, bitten. I lean down, taking one in my mouth, biting down hard, making her scream louder. She’s a wreck, her body slick with sweat, her hair a wild mess. Her ass is red, marked with my handprints, her pussy swollen and dripping. I can see my cum leaking out, mixing with her juices, running down her thighs. She’s a filthy mess, and I love it. I stand up, grabbing her hair, pulling her head back. “Look at yourself, you dirty slut,” I snarl, forcing her to look in the elevator’s mirrored door. She whimpers, seeing her reflection, her face flushed, eyes wild, mascara streaked down her cheeks. “You love it, don’t you?” I growl, slapping her ass hard. She nods, a pathetic little whimper escaping her lips. “Yes,” she gasps, “I love it. I’m your dirty little elevator slut.”