Jasmine's Way 2

Maus actually shows up. 69 Jasmine Way, right on time. Jasmine likes that. Likes it so much she decides he’s ready for something harder—her heel, then the biggest cock she owns. One pushes deep while the other waits its turn. He takes both, breath hitching, until he spits out what she’s been waiting to hear: he’s nothing but a filthy little slut who needs his ass wrecked. She grins, grinds the Hitachi harder, and drenches his face when she comes. Sweat, spit, and squirt mix on his tongue. He swallows every drop, eyes glassy, hole still twitching around the thick strap she left buried inside him.