No One Will Hear You Scream

Will rolls up to Zoey's place, grimacing and clutching his shoulder like it's on fire. 'This thing's killing me,' he groans. She eyes him up, smirking a little too slyly. 'Tow truck's gonna take forever out here in the sticks,' she says. 'But hey, I know my way around a massage. Let me loosen you up, get those knots out.' She's got this weird vibe going on, all fidgety and intense, but Will's pain is screaming louder than his gut instincts. He shrugs it off and strips down to his shorts, face down on her couch. Zoey digs in, her hands strong and sure at first—kneading his back, working the tension like a pro. But damn, things heat up quick. She peels off her clothes without a word, her full tits brushing his skin as she leans in, nipples hardening against his oiled-up muscles. Feels electric, teasing every inch. Will's too buzzed on relief to flip out yet. Then he rolls over, and boom—there's Zoey, buck naked, grinning like she owns him. Curves on full display, skin glowing in the dim light. She doesn't waste time. Straddles his hips, grinds slow at first, her wet pussy sliding along his growing hard-on. Hands everywhere—stroking his chest, teasing his balls—until he's rock solid and throbbing. She pumps him with her mouth next, lips tight and tongue swirling, sucking him deep while her fingers play with his tip. Will's moaning, lost in it, body finally unwinding as she edges him right to the brink. He's about to blow when he mumbles, 'Hey, don't forget the tow truck.' Zoey pauses, eyes lighting up with that hungry spark. Perfect opening. She climbs on, sinks down on his cock in one smooth motion—tight, hot, and greedy. Rides him hard, hips slamming, tits bouncing wild. Out here in nowhere, a girl's gotta grab her fun where she can. And Will? He's in for the ride of his life.