Fake Agent – Horny Russian teen can’t stop cumming
The apartment is stark, the light harsh, and the Russian teen, a vision in pink, stands before me, her blonde hair cascading down her shoulders. She’s a fake agent, playing the part, but the lust in her eyes is real. “Let’s do some pictures,” she purrs, her accent thick, her voice a sultry rumble. She hikes up her skirt, revealing thigh-high stockings and a wisp of pink thong. I can see the damp spot, the glow of her arousal. She turns, bending over the couch, her ass in the air, that thong a mere scrap of fabric. I can see everything—her swollen lips, the glisten of her cunt. She looks back at me, a wicked smile on her face, and slips a finger inside her pussy, then another, fucking herself slow and deep. She moans, a guttural sound, her eyes never leaving mine. She’s a fucking mess, her juices coating her thighs, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She pulls her fingers out, brings them to her mouth, and sucks them clean, her eyes rolling back in pleasure. She’s a filthy slut, and she knows it. She turns back to the couch, spreading her legs wide, her cunt gaping, ready for more. She’s a fucking mess, and she can’t get enough.
She grabs a pillow, shoves it under her hips, lifting her ass higher. She’s a vision of debauchery, her cunt on full display, her fingers dancing over her clit, her moans filling the room. She’s a fucking nympho, her body writhing, her hips bucking, her cunt dripping. She’s a slut in heat, and she’s about to explode. I can see it in her eyes, the wild abandon, the raw need. She’s a fucking animal, and she’s ready to be tamed. She’s a Russian teen, a fake agent, and she’s about to cum hard. Her body tenses, her back arches, and she lets out a scream, her cunt clenching, her juices flowing. She’s a fucking mess, and she loves every second of it. Her body convulses, her orgasms ripped from her in waves, her cunt pulsing, her body shaking. She’s a filthy slut, and she can’t stop cumming. She’s a Russian teen, a fake agent, and she’s insatiable.
