So not hot.”
Samantha’s eyes darted towards the stall door, guilt briefly flashing across her features before she composed herself. He grabbed his jacket and keys, muttering to himself, “The things a boy does for cock. XXX The fear in Samantha’s eyes only served to fuel Rea’s desire. She stepped back, her cock still erect, watching as Samantha’s body slumped to the floor. The only thing she could feel was the relentless pounding of Rea’s cock, the warmth of her own juices mixing with the cold water from the shower, and the sting of the bite marks on her neck. Her tongue fought against the salty, foreign taste, and her throat muscles spasmed as she desperately tried to breathe.




















