Just eighteen, dressed head-to-toe in pink like a birthday present nobody bothered to unwrap, BEATRIS lounges in her bubblegum mini skirt, sheer panties, and a top that clings like a second thought. The curtains match her mood: soft, see-through, barely hanging on — and her pussy.
Once a bright-eyed bimbo starling, she’s tired now — tired of waiting, tired of keeping her thighs politely shut. But tonight, the pink gives way to power, and she opens the Quantum Meat Tunnel with nothing but a rubber dong and a half-smile.
Reality bends. Holes stretch.
And Beatris discovers just how far pink can go...
Feat. Beatris
