Andi Anderson & Erika Vuitton

Coffee with Erika, and we slipped from essays into filth in seconds. She told me how she got caught knuckle-deep in another girl's cunt while she was supposed to be cleaning. She said she fucked the attitude right out of her. The story left my thighs sticky. I wanted to be next. Back at her place I found out fast she keeps her promises. "Den of Domination," the brass plate on her door said, and it fit. Control was gone the moment the lock clicked. She shoved me to the edge of the mattress, mauled my heavy tits through the thin top, then peeled my panties down and stuffed the wet fabric into my mouth. I could only squeak while she held my legs wide, every hole on display. That bright white strap-on she buckled on looked mean, and it was. She worked it in, deep and rough, until my muffled grunts rattled the walls. The neighbors stayed quiet. When I soaked the sheets to her liking she eased the cock out, straddled my face, and fed me her cunt until her honey coated my tongue. My asshole still throbs this morning. I told her to order decaf next time.