Astrid, All Yours!

Astrid knows youve been thinking about her. Shes in that little black dress now, standing just across the room, looking like trouble. The kind you ask for. The kind you hope says yes. She leans in the doorway, gives you that stare - the one that says follow me - and walks slowly to the bed. Youre not really in control anymore. Astrid lets each moment stretch, peels that dress off like she knows youre hanging on every second, and when her cock finally springs out, its already rock hard. She climbs onto the bed and strokes herself, hips shifting, breasts swaying just enough to make you swallow hard. And Astrid just never disappoints.