Bad Weather

TJ walked in thinking he'd get some knots worked out, not his dick sucked. Sierra's the one who answered the door, and the second she got those hands on his back she started acting real friendly. Her own little moans gave it away. Next thing you know she's stripping down, showing off that tight blonde body he wasn't supposed to touch. Girlfriend or not, his willpower folded faster than cheap laundry. He grabbed her, flipped her around, and buried his tongue in that pretty pink pussy while she went to work on his cock. Sierra didn't mess around—she took him deep, throat open, hand twisting his shaft like she'd been waiting for it. The whole scene had him so fired up that when he blew he painted her face instead of asking permission.