Why I love visiting Anita? - part II.

Why I love visiting Anita? Part II kicks off right where the first one left off: the two of us naked in the bathroom, laughing while the shower steams up the mirror. She’s the blonde MILF everyone stares at, and I’m the fresh-faced teen who can’t keep her hands off her. Water’s already sliding down her big tits when she pulls me in and presses them against my smaller chest. My hands grab her ass, squeeze it, and she grins like she’s about to teach me something dirty. Then she drops to her knees on the tile, spreads my legs, and buries her tongue straight between my folds, licking like she’s starving. I moan loud enough for the neighbors to hear, gripping her wet hair, hips bucking against her mouth. She doesn’t stop till my knees buckle. When she stands up, she spins me around, bends me over the sink, and slides two fingers inside me from behind while her other hand plays with my nipples. Steam, moans, the slap of wet skin—it’s pure heat, and it’s exactly why I can’t stay away from Anita’s place.