Runaway's Revenge

Vanessa Sky crashes on the bed in the bedroom, finally snagging that nap she desperately needs. She stirs awake, all foggy and confused as hell. Grabbing her purse, she wanders the house like she's on a treasure hunt. She steps into the living room and spots Charles Dera hunkered over his laptop. 'You live here?' she asks. He just nods, cool as ice. 'Where's the shower?' He points the way, and she bolts. Later, Charles hears the water running and finds her bawling her eyes out under the spray. 'You okay?' he checks. She nods through the tears. Without missing a beat, he yanks out his thick dick and gestures for her to get on her knees. She freezes for a sec, but he smirks and drops the bomb: 'Your boyfriend ditched your fine ass in a stranger's house, all alone.' Screw revenge on that prick—her chance glints like a dirty little secret. She dives in, wrapping her lips around that cock and sucking like her life depends on it. He grabs her head and starts pounding her face, making her gag and choke on every inch. He spins her around, fingers diving straight into her wet pussy, teasing and stroking. She drops onto the stool, sucking him deep while her free hand rubs her clit, chasing that buzz. They slide over to the Jacuzzi, bubbles popping around them, and damn, she can't quit that dick—licking, slurping, worshipping it like it's her new favorite toy. Shifting to the mat, he lays her out and slicks her skin with oil, making her gleam. He stretches back, and she climbs on, gliding her slippery body up and down his, grinding slow then fast. The moment she sinks down on that cock, impaling herself fully, her deadbeat boyfriend vanishes from her mind like yesterday's trash. They fuck hard and wild straight through the night, owning every thrust.