Harper Hill steps into the room, her blonde hair cascading down her back, wearing a red dress that hugs her curves. She's nervous, her big tits heaving as she fidgets with the hem of her dress. Her eyes meet yours, a mix of embarrassment and desire. "Oh my god, I didn't mean to send those photos," she stammers, her voice a breathy whisper. "But now that you've seen them, I can't stop thinking about you touching me like that." She steps closer, her hand reaching out to touch your chest. "I need you to delete them," she says, her voice barely audible. "But first, I need you to fuck me hard, right here, right now." Her hand moves to your belt, her eyes never leaving yours. The room is charged with tension, the air thick with anticipation as she leans in, her lips brushing against your ear. "Make me forget everything but this moment," she whispers, her hand sliding into your pants. "Fuck me until I can't remember my own name."

deleting photos