Little Lola

Michael Swayze towers over the pool when he shows up looking for his latest cougar fuck, but the place is empty except for tiny devil Lola Fae in a barely-there bikini, twisting through some spicy yoga bends. She clocks him and reaches for her phone to dial the cops, so he snatches it first and keeps it dangling way above her head. That simple move flips her plan—she looks him dead in the eyes and lays it flat: the only way she keeps quiet to Daddy about the affair is if Michael pipes her exactly how she wants. Message received. He’s already stepping out of his shorts.