Staci Loves Carter

I, Staci Carr, love getting fucked. Always have. But one hole's stayed off-limits. I've pictured it for years, the perfect girl popping my ass cherry. Not some random guy. I want a woman, and I already know who: Carter Cruise. Tight little body, golden tan, blonde hair falling over those ice-blue eyes. She kisses me once and I know she's done waiting. Her hands strip me bare right there, then she turns me around, bends me over until my knees hit the couch and my ass is up and open. I feel her line up behind me, warm skin pressing in. Her fingers dig into my hips. Her heart's hammering through the wet heat of her pussy against my trembling cheek. My hole's clenching, begging for her tongue, her fingers, her cock. All of it. Every filthy inch I've never given anyone else. Let's make it happen.