The Internet Troll - Vanessa Vega

Eriq haunts the couch, fingers flying, spitting venom at women who’ll never answer. Then he drops that insult on Vanessa Vega. Bad move. She torches his life with one post, strips the accounts he hides behind, and drags him into her dungeon to finish the job. He kneels on cold concrete while her bare ass hovers inches above his face. She drops full weight, smothering him until he can’t breathe, grinding until his lungs burn. When she lifts she plants a foot on his chest, toes painted black, sole pressing until he thanks her for the pain. She shoves those toes between his lips and makes him suck each one. He licks the arch, the heel, the soft skin between her toes until she’s satisfied he means it. Then the smothering starts again, her pussy sealing over his mouth and nose, hips rolling slow and mean, her wetness marking his whole face. She leans back, wraps her hand around his cock, and strokes him in short, cruel pulls while she keeps him pinned under her ass. Every time he gets close she stops, twists his nipple, laughs when he whimpers. She uses every inch of him—mouth, tongue, cock—until he’s nothing but a leaking, gasping mess under her.