A sex-starved world of shameless lust and perversion.

The thing that roused Taylor to wakefulness wasn't the sound of the alarm on her phone; rather, it was the sensual, throaty moans of someone who was clearly enjoying themselves. At first Taylor thought she was still asleep and having a particularly salacious dream. However, it was the next sound that really brought her to full consciousness: that of her boyfriend, Joe Alwyn, his voice quite audible as he said "Yeah, swallow my cock, all the way down your tight fucking throat! I want to feel those tonsils massage all that cum out!"

In the six years she had known him, Taylor had never, ever heard Joe say something so crass and obscene; even something like the word "fuck" hardly ever passed the Englishman's lips, not because he was stuffy or uptight, but that it just wasn't him. Yet she heard him and knew his voice, as clear and plain as when she had spoken to him over the phone yesterday during a lunch break. He had told her about how he was looking forward to the weekend, as they usually tried to spend those times together, and they had playfully debated on what movies they should watch. That had been less than 24 hours ago, and now--

"Jesus, I can't take it. I need to fuck that facecunt!" Joe exclaimed, his voice ragged with an animal lust Taylor had never heard from him before. "Better take a deep breath and hold on!" This was followed by the unmistakeable sounds of slapping flesh and loud gagging.

Taylor immediately shot up from the couch, her eyes wide as she looked over at what was happening. Across the room Joe was sat in an easy chair, completely naked and with his legs parted. Kneeling between was a woman, also just as naked, her hands at her sides as her boyfriend held a firm grip on her head and drove it down onto his crotch with ruthless energy and ****. The sounds coming from her throat were vile, yet the woman didn't even seem to try and resist, instead letting Joe use her head as a Fleshlight.
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"What the fuck?!" Taylor screamed in disbelief.

Joe looked up at Taylor, not stopping in his lewd administrations to the woman kneeling in front of him. "Well, good morning to you, too," he said with a chuckle. "We were wondering when you were going to wake up, since you ended up turning in so late." His tone was light and easy, the way it always was and how Taylor knew him. And yet....he was still continuing to facefuck the woman as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

"I--Joe--what the fuck is this?!" Taylor sputtered, feeling completely disoriented by what was going on in front of her. The tone in her voice and expression on her face gave Joe pause.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his tone concerned, and he released the woman's head. She pulled off Joe's crotch with a loud slurp and turned to look at Taylor as well, and the blonde singer was rocked once more as she saw who it was.