When Porn Stars Attack #02, Scene #04

In POV, Phoenix Marie owns the screen—blonde, heavy-titted, ass built for worship. Black skirt, sheer stockings, heels sharp enough to draw blood. She isn’t impressed. Derrick missed Valentine’s Day, so when he offers himself as a stand-in gift she snaps the leash on without a smile. His knees hit carpet; belt cinches his throat. She feeds him her nylon feet, toes still warm from the shoes, and watches him choke them down. Then she plants that greedy pussy on his mouth, grinds until his beard is slick with her, shifts an inch, and makes him tongue her asshole clean. Hands busy—twisting his nipples raw, scoring his thighs with red crescents—Phoenix keeps him balanced on the razor between pain and permission. When her cunt finally claims his cock, she dictates the pace, riding until his balls ache, jerking him onto her stockinged sole and rubbing the load into his skin like lotion. Every move says the same thing: she wanted chocolate and roses, now she’s taking tribute in flesh and sweat.