Katrina Colt's Dirty Little Secret

Katrina Colt struts in wearing a tiny dress and nothing underneath. One quick tug and that skirt rides straight up, flashing her bare pussy and round ass for the room to see. Another yank at the neckline and both tits tumble out, nipples already stiff. She runs two fingers down her slit, spreads the lips wide, gives her swollen clit a filthy little rub. Her juices shine on her fingertips—she smiles like she knows exactly how soaked she is. Right on cue Danny Mountain walks in, cock already bulging. He grabs her by the hips, bends her forward, and slams that need right out of her.