The List

Leana Lovings bounces up to the dresser talking to herself, all hyped that Seth finally cleared a drawer for her stuff. She pops it open and some folded paper drops down from the top. She reads the list, sees a bunch of girls' names crossed out and her own sitting right there, still unmarked. Her face drops. She slips the paper in her pocket and heads out to find him. She tries to act normal, fishing for answers without coming right out and asking. Seth keeps brushing her off, cracking jokes, changing the subject. Nothing sticks. So she switches it up, suggests they pretend they're total strangers and she uses one of the crossed-off names as her new identity. That gets his attention. Clothes hit the floor fast. He grabs her big natural tits, works her nipples, then drops to his knees and buries his face between her legs, licking her pussy until she's soaked. She turns around, bends over the couch, and he slams into her from behind, cock gliding in and out until her juices coat every inch. She drops to her knees, sucks him deep, takes him all the way into her throat, gags once, twice, still going. He pulls her back up, spins her around, pushes her onto the cushions, and fucks her again, switching between her mouth and her dripping cunt until they're both slick and messy. The whole time he acts like nothing's weird, like it's just another dirty afternoon. Leana keeps stealing glances at him between rounds, wondering how much he really knows and how far he's willing to let this game go.