When Porn Stars Attack, Scene #02

D Snoop’s vacuum hits something hard under the couch. A brass lamp. One rub, one puff of stinking smoke, and the genie leans forward: one wish, no second chances. Snoop asks to be irresistible to women. The words barely leave his mouth before the front door crashes open. Laela Pryce. Blonde. Naked under a trench coat that hits the floor like a dirty promise. She knocks him flat, plants her heavy, pale cheeks over his mouth and grinds down until his tongue slides between them. She rides his face like she owns the rent, slick cunt dragging across his nose and lips, smearing him. At the same time her fingers wrap his cock and her throat swallows it in one practiced gulp. When she gets bored with his mouth she flips, slides each painted toe across his tongue, then sinks onto him balls-deep. The sofa creaks. Sweat stings. She plants both feet on his chest for leverage and hammers down until his load erupts hot across her tongue, white streaks that she gulps like she’s been starving for it.