
Haley Reed drops by her boss’s house to thank Jason Moody for the ride home. She cuts straight to it—why didn’t he fuck her that night? Jason’s eyes go wide. He asks what the hell she’s talking about. She says the car was dark, the street was empty, and she was more than ready to suck his cock if that’s what he wanted. He tells her he’s married, tells her to go. Later that day Haley scales the side of his house and finds him again, naked now, legs spread on a windowsill like a gift he can’t ignore. Jason stands frozen for a second, then admits it—she’s gorgeous. She knows. He drops to his knees, tongue buried between her folds, and she drags his zipper down, wrapping her lips around him until his knees buckle. He hauls her inside, bends her over the bed, drives into her hard, switches positions until her voice cracks from too many orgasms, and leaves her marked and shaking on rumpled sheets.
Haley Reed drops by her boss’s house to thank Jason Moody for the ride home. She cuts straight to it—why didn’t he fuck her that night? Jason’s eyes go wide. He asks what the hell she’s talking about. She says the car was dark, the street was empty, and she was more than ready to suck his cock if that’s what he wanted. He tells her he’s married, tells her to go. Later that day Haley scales the side of his house and finds him again, naked now, legs spread on a windowsill like a gift he can’t ignore. Jason stands frozen for a second, then admits it—she’s gorgeous. She knows. He drops to his knees, tongue buried between her folds, and she drags his zipper down, wrapping her lips around him until his knees buckle. He hauls her inside, bends her over the bed, drives into her hard, switches positions until her voice cracks from too many orgasms, and leaves her marked and shaking on rumpled sheets.