Hookup Hotshot: Extreme Dating, Scene #03

Anya Olsen rolls up with pigtails swinging and that online bravado still wet on her lips. Bryan doesn’t bother with hello. Two fingers jam straight up her cunt, knuckle-deep and rough, testing how soft she really is. She barely has time to moan before his cock rams past her teeth and slams into her throat. Every thrust rattles her jaw. Spit strings from her chin to his balls while mascara smudges into war paint. He flips her onto the couch, pounds her dripping pussy like it owes him rent, then pulls out only to hawk another wad of spit across her flushed cheek. Her mouth stays open, greedy, begging without words. The finale is quick and ugly—thick ropes of come paint her tongue, her lashes, the bridge of her nose. She grins through the mess, mascara streaking, pigtails twisted, every filthy promise from the DMs cashed in and dripping down her face.