Can't Say No

Casey’s driving, phone wedged to her ear, telling Todd she’s just swinging by her ex’s place to grab that old sweater. Todd’s giving her the third degree, but she promises it’s all harmless. He can call back in twenty and yank her out if anything smells off. She hangs up and turns into the driveway, cool as can be. Door swings open and there’s Luke—shirt hugging those dark shoulders, smirk already loaded. The second their eyes lock, the heat cracks and Casey feels her resolve slide right between her legs. She mutters about the sweater, but Luke’s stare says he knows she came here to get drilled, not dressed. She steps inside anyway. Two seconds later his tongue’s in her mouth, his hands under her shirt, pinching those natural tits until her nipples ache. She’s still wearing half her clothes when he drops his jeans and feeds her every inch of that thick cock. Casey gags once, twice, spit running down her chin, then sinks back in for more, eyes watering but hungry. Todd’s ringtone starts screaming from the floor. Casey doesn’t even flinch. She pops off Luke’s dick long enough to moan, then takes him straight to the back of her throat again. The phone quits. Luke bends her over the couch, slams in, and fucks her like he’s trying to erase every trace of her boyfriend. He flips her onto her back, pounds until her tits bounce, then yanks out and paints her open mouth, thick spurts landing on her tongue and cheeks. She swallows what she can, licks the rest off her lips, grinning like the naughty ex she is.