No Good Deed...

Phil's kicked back watching TV when Lara shows up begging him to let her friend Tanya crash for a few days. The girl supposedly got kicked out over some dumb little car wreck. He shuts it down at first, but Lara keeps at him until he caves. Soon as Tanya walks in, his eyes lock onto that tight little body and those small tits covered in ink. She clocks the look and smiles right back, throwing him flirty glances even while Lara's still in the room. Next couple days she turns up the heat, brushing past him, bending over in front of him, acting like Lara doesn't exist. Lara finally corners her and finds out the "evicted" story was bullshit. Tanya doesn't even have a license. On top of that, she's already sweet-talked Phil into handing over his car keys. Then Lara gets the real dirt from Tanya's parents: the accident happened because she stole their car and drove it like a maniac. Lara storms in to warn Phil, only to find him balls-deep in Tanya's ass on the living room couch. Her pleading falls flat while he keeps pumping. Lara bolts, heartbroken, leaving him to finish what he started.