Tan lines creeping up her thighs from years of wearing skirts like this. Lips glistening with spit, cheeks hollowed out as she takes it deeper than any young girl ever could. That hat’s still perched on his head while he fucks her face in the backseat—no finesse, just raw hunger. She gags once, twice, then swallows hard and takes every inch, fingers digging into his belt loops for leverage. When he pulls back to shoot down her throat, she doesn’t even flinch—just licks those swollen lips clean and smirks like this is how it’s done.
