Petite Redhead with Small Tits Takes Every Raw Inch till She Drips
The moment my barely-B-cup tits peeked through the sheer white tee, his cock already tented his jeans. A true redhead pounded fantasy: my freckled skin lit by late-afternoon sun, nipples puckered into stiff rosebuds he couldn’t wait to roll between his teeth.
He shoved me against the marble kitchen island, hand sliding under my skirt to find the soaked lace thong. “You’ve been teasing all day,” he growled, finger-fucking me right there, curling against my G-spot until my knees buckled. My small tits jiggled with every thrust, the delicate bounce driving him insane. He ripped the panties away, stuffed the balled fabric in my mouth, and hoisted my ass onto the counter.
The first slam of his thick head split me open; a redhead pounded this hard always creams instantly. My pussy lips gripped him like a velvet vise, juices coating his shaft so loudly the room echoed with wet slaps. He drilled deeper, palms pinning my thighs so my heels dangled over his shoulders. My flat chest flushed crimson, freckles glowing while he pinched each tiny nipple until they burned.
Camera rolled in 4K, every vein on his cock visible as it pistoned in and out, glistening with my arousal. “Look at the lens,” he commanded. “Let every guy jerking off see how a real redhead pounded open looks.” My glassy eyes stared straight into the lens, whimpering around the lace gag while he bottomed out, crown kissing my cervix.
He flipped me like a rag-doll, bent me over the stool so my small tits swung free beneath me. Hair whipped across my back like liquid fire; he wrapped those scarlet strands around his fist and yanked, arching my spine until my ass angled perfectly for brutal thrusts. Each impact rocked my whole frame, clit smacking against leather, heat coiling tight. “Beg,” he snarled.
“Please don’t stop, wreck my ginger cunt, make me drip!” The dirty plea spilled out; he rewarded me with a ruthless pace that blurred my vision. My walls spasmed, squirting clear streams down my thighs, puddling on the polished floor—the ultimate proof a redhead pounded right loses all control.
He withdrew, spun me, shoved me to my knees. Spit and cream smeared across my freckled cheeks as he fucked my throat, balls slapping my chin. Tears streaked mascara, but my green eyes glittered with lust. When he pulled out, a thick rope bridged my lips, landing across the tiny mounds of my chest.
Back on the counter for the finale, he lifted my ankles until my ass hovered off the edge, pile-driving so deep my stomach bulged with his outline. The pressure detonated: cunt convulsing, gushing fresh juice over his balls while he erupted, flooding me with hot ropes that overflowed, glazing my ginger fuzz. He kept thrusting, spreading creampie mess across my pussy lips like icing.
Panting, he dragged the camera close, zooming on the final drip seeping from my ruined hole, showcasing every detail for the viewers who crave a true redhead pounded until she’s broken and blissed.
