Roommate Sky Wonderland Cheers You Up

Donny Sins knew the axe could drop any day. Government cuts and his bullshit art degree left him exposed. No good jobs. Low pay. When the pink slip hit, he took it like a gut punch. How the fuck would he make rent with six roommates? Student debt climbed his spine like barbed wire. He slumped in the chair, beaten. Sky Wonderland walked in and clocked him instantly—home too early, eyes dull. He laid it out: fired, fucked, no prospects except slinging coffee like the rest of his broke friends. She smirked. Joke first. "I’ve got a job for you—how about a blowjob?" Then she caught the flare in his eyes. No backing out now. She dropped and swallowed him whole. Ten thick inches of tube steak stretching her jaw wide. Spit ran down her chin as she choked and slurped, cunt already slick and twitching. Donny shoved her on the couch, spread her open, spit on her tight hole and worked his fat dick inside inch by filthy inch. Her belly jerked when he bottomed out at her cervix. He drove in hard—balls slapping, hips snapping—pounding out every ounce of rage on her soaked pussy. Sky clawed his back, soaking him, taking every vicious thrust. She knew the job market wouldn’t wait. Next shift he’d be asking, "Grande or venti?"