Toni's Tale

Bare legs spread across the back of the black leather couch. A petite hand rubbing a a wet crotch, dainty fingers dipping between slick labia. A taut alabaster stomach, glistening with sweat. Pink boob tube yanked down, exposing firm breasts, each no more than a handful. Firm breasts being squeezed painfully hard by rough hands. Neck arched down over the edge of the couch. A face hidden as a thick cock spears in and out of a small, tight throat.

You groan as his hands twist, pulling the skin of your tits. You love this. Being used. Used as a fuck-toy. You don't even know the guy's name. You'd only met him that night, a few hours earlier at the night club.