Christian Girl's First Cock

Amid all the chaos of gutting the old house, Ashley's mom calls in Steven St Croix, this pro masseur, to ease the aches from hauling boxes and hammering nails. Steven figures the boyfriend better pony up a proper rubdown for his girl, but Ashley's all locked up—saving that untouched body for her wedding vows, rock-solid on her beliefs. Steven plays it smooth; she's a gem of a client, so he'll pull out all the stops to melt her nerves. He asks nice if she can ditch the bra, just to keep the oil off her cute pink one, coaxing those perky teen tits into the open. He chats her up about sticking it out till marriage for that boyfriend, calling it some dusty old-school vibe. How's she gonna know if they click in the sack? Ashley blanks—sex never pinged her radar. Turns out, it's all arranged; no picking her own prince. Steven smells opportunity, eyeing that snug virgin slit begging for a breakthrough. He offers to school her on a few tricks, show her the rush of a real climax. She crumbles fast, her urges kicking in hard with his thick cock hovering right by her lips. He unloads years of pent-up heat, sliding his hand between her pure thighs, stroking her pussy through those panties. Ashley's hooked, craving his fingers on her innocent folds; she moans loud, pure bliss firing through her. He eases two fingers into that tight teen hole, gentle as hell to avoid any sting, twisting them in and out like a pro, toying with her untouched walls, dialing up her peak. She shatters, cumming wild and fierce. Steven wraps it up smooth, thanks her for the fun, but Ashley's eyes say she's just warming up. She eyes his bulge, dying to see it but too bashful to grab or beg for it deep inside. Steven owns the moment, guiding her lips around his shaft, teaching her the art of a sloppy blowjob. Then he flips her onto him, shows her how to bounce and grind, hitting killer angles that have him erupting ropes of hot cum across half her belly.