In room 69 is somebody with a problem, and you, April Summer, will fix that problem first.

"You are ready to help anybody with their problems?" "Yes." You shift in your seat. "Then you can go to room 69, there is someone with a problem." Soon, the moment of truth comes. Heart hammering in your chest, you stride down the hall, your eyes glancing at the doors for the correct room number. The stretchy red lace little miniskirt and top clings to you, accentuating the swell of your large breasts and the tight round teh cheeks of your ass. Snug against you long legs are black stockings, the silky tops peeking beneath the hem of the dress as you walk. Stopping in front of room 69, you take a deep breath before you enter the room, you are met with darkness. A sudden musky smell assaults your nose moments before your arms are gripped tightly, and you are pulled into the room. "You're late bitch," a deep voice growls in your ear. Your body is pushed roughly forward until you smack face first into the wall. An instant wetness forms between your legs as you realize it is for real. Here is the problem. You gasp as the hem of your skirt is yanked up over yourr ass and leaves bunched at your waist.

You feel unyielding hardness of muscle as a body presses against yours. Rough denim rubs against the bare skin of your ass, a bulging stiffness nudging between your cheeks speas of a mans arousal. A startled cry escapes from your full lips as two fingers forcefully push inside your wet pussy. "Mmm, April Summers, you are a slut, aren't you?" the man murmurs as he twists the fingers inside you. You spread your legs wider as you rock against his fingers, answering his question with the wanton act of fucking yourself with his calloused digits. He is treating you exactly the way you want ... like a slut who is good for nothing but being fucked. His other arm hooks around your waist and you sense rippling muscles as his hand powerfully squeezes your breast. "Nice tits, April!" As he grasps your top and jerks it down over your hefty breasts, your ass continues to buck backwards, impaling your pussy on his invading fingers. A sharp flash of pain bursts through you as your stiff nipple is pinched flat between the vice-like grip of his finger. You whimper a moan of protest when his finger releases your nipple only to shiver in anticipation as the sound of a zipper being undone rasps behind you.

Whiskers scratch the delicate skin of her neck as he leans close and whispers menacingly in her ear. "I'm going to slam my big cock into that sweet little pussy ... April ... and there's nothing you can do about it." A quiver of excitement runs through you as the rock hard tip of his cock prods between your puffy lips. The weight of his body holds you against the smooth wall as his hands come up to squeeze and knead your breasts. A small cry explodes from you when his cock plungs into your wet pussy, the shaft burying itself to the hilt with one forceful thrust. Heat suffuses your body, radiating from your breasts as he pinches and pulls the sensitive nubs and from your pussy as his cock plunders your slick depths. Both your panting breaths fill the inky darkness, the sounds of your bodies slapping together echoing through the room. You brace yourself by pressing your palms against the cool sheetrock and use it as leverage to slam your hips back to meet his savage thrusts, driving him deeper, wanting ... needing him to fuck you hard and rough.

Your nipples ache pleasurably as his fingers torment them. Arching your back, you moan as he pulls the stiff peaks from your body, stretching them tautly from your breasts. The juices of your excited pussy leaks around his thick cock as it plungs roughly inside your velvet walls. Your head swims with the immense pleasure slicing through your body. "Is this what you want April? You want my cock pounding hard into your cunt?" When you don't answer, his fingers tangles in your blonde tresses and yanks your head backwards. "I asked you a question slut." "Y-yes," you pant. "Oh god yes!" Your affirmation ignits a fire within him, and he slams his cock into your pussy in an animalistic frenzy. You scream as his hands mauls your breasts, the pain rocketing you towards the edge of passion. His arm hooks around your thigh and delicious pleasure floods you when his fingers find your throbbing clit and pinch it roughly. Bright colors flash in front of your eyes as electricity shootd through your body. Your fingers scrabble for purchase against the flat wall as ecstasy explodes like lightning through your throbbing body.

The clenching convulsions of your orgasming pussy squeez his rock hard shaft and his body stiffens as he slams deep inside you and unloads a hot stream of cum. You remain still for a few moments, both your ragged breathing the only sound in the room as your bodies recover from the wild fucking. His softening cock slides from inside you and your mingled juices run down your quivering thighs. His hands releas your breasts and you hear the grating sound of his zipper being pulled up. "I'm looking forward to next time, April," he says before a blinding slice of light baths your face and then he is gone, the room returning to blackness as the door closes behind him. You slump to the floor, your shaking legs no longer able to support your weight without his bracing strength. Your pussy and breasts feel raw and sore, but it is a delicious feeling you savore. This help has been better than you could have ever imagined.