Second Impressions

Keira Croft's got the hots for her hot new neighbor, Mick Blue. She struts over with a little welcome gift, hoping to knock his socks off. But damn, he doesn't need that crap, and the chat turns into a total cringe-fest. She bolts after saying bye, face twisted in that 'oh shit, I just tanked it' grimace, wondering if she's nuked any shot with him. Fast-forward a few days. Keira's slinging her skills at the massage joint when this fresh face books a Nuru session. Boom—it's Mick. Awkward vibes hit hard at first, but she's like, hell yeah, round two. No way she's fumbling this. She peels off her clothes slow and teasing, flaunting every curve, and spots that hungry look in his eyes. Score—she's got him hooked. Gel time. She slicks up his back, hands diving in with pro moves, showing off those magic fingers that glide like silk. Then she amps it up, slathering her perky tits with the stuff and pressing down, sliding her slick body up and down his back in a rhythm that screams sex. The air's thick with tension; you can feel the heat building between them. 'Flip over for me,' she purrs. Fireworks explode. She grins wicked and says she'll handle every damn inch. He nods like, bring it. Her hand wraps around his throbbing cock, stroking firm and teasing. But why stop there? She guides him in, and he thrusts deep into her tight pussy, pounding away. Turns out, that good impression? Nailed it, balls deep.