Fucksluts Anonymous: Lily Lane Can't Get Enough Cock!

Lily Lane swore off cock and joined a twelve-step group for sex addicts. She stands up, shares her story like the good girl she’s trying to be. After the meeting the mask slips when Mr. Pete walks her to her car. One look at him and all that good-girl talk cracks open. Minutes later she’s bent over a desk, big tits out, nipples pinched on his order. Rope bites her wrists. A thick ball gag muffles her moans while a flogger stripes her ass. Her pussy’s dripping before he even touches it. He makes her beg for permission to come, then slams in hard. After weeks of going cold turkey she’s starving, choking on every thrust like she’s been on death row. He stands her up, yanks a blindfold across her eyes, and feeds her mouth until spit runs down her tits in shiny strings. She comes on command again, knees shaking. Then she’s on top, bouncing her ass like she can fuck the celibacy right out of her. Finally he straps her on her back, legs spread and pinned, and rails her until that cunt gapes and flutters. She tells him exactly where she wants the finish. Pete pulls out and paints her bush and swollen lips with a thick, hot load. Lily’s eyes roll back. Celibacy can go to hell.