Help Me Get Rid Of Her

Hey guys, Eric here dropping a wild tale straight from the devil's playbook. I hit up my boy Ryan McLane in a panic—my girl Cherry Morgan's got me in a chokehold, whispering sweet nothings about love and shacking up. No way in hell I'm tying myself to that. Enter our Vegas getaway, the perfect setup to blow it all up. I rope Ryan in: play the heartbroken card from his breakup, reel her in, and get her slurping on his cock. Bust a cheating slut? Case closed, freedom won. We roll into the hotel, and I send Ryan out for a beat while I work Cherry. 'Babe, Ryan's crushed from dumping his chick—show him some pity love,' I say. She's all shy at first, but bites hard. Ryan struts back, and that's my cue to bounce, letting him weave his spell. With that killer grin, Ryan spins it: all the back-cracking massages he dishes out daily have him knotted up, dying for some unwind time. Cherry jumps in like a champ—says she adores me so damn much, she'll strip bare and grant his every filthy wish. Boom, clothes hit the floor; she's rubbing him down, hands everywhere, tension snapping like a rubber band. I time it perfect, barge in on them mid-thrust, balls deep in the heat. Cherry's riding Ryan like a pro, moaning and grinding, her tits bouncing wild. Sparks fly—I'm rock hard, demanding a piece. She doesn't miss a beat, drops to her knees, wraps those lips around my throbbing dick, sucking deep and stroking fast. Tongue swirling, eyes locked, she works me over till I can't hold back—erupting ropes of cum right across her pretty face, dripping down her chin like a naughty trophy. Grinning ear to ear, Cherry beams: 'See? That blowout deserves us leveling up—moving in, the works!' Ha, planet wrong. I shut it down cold: 'Nah, sweetheart, you just fucked my best bud. We're done—no us, zip.' Her face twists in shock, all wide-eyed and lost, but damn if my scheme didn't nail it. Home free, boys—Vegas magic at its sleaziest.