Sloppy Seconds

In the dim haze of forbidden urges, innocent virgin Lena Paul caves to her persistent older boyfriend Robby Echo's relentless pleas. After months of his desperate hunger, she yields, letting him claim her raw—no rubber barrier. He mounts her clumsily in missionary, thrusting deep into her untouched tightness, then flips her for savage doggy pounding, her body jolting with every brutal slam. As ecstasy peaks, he betrays his vow, flooding her core with hot spurts instead of pulling free. Fury erupts when she feels the sticky betrayal; she boots him out, seething. Alone, shame twists to dark thrill as she probes her slick folds, his seed oozing out warm and filthy. Fingers coated, she smears it greedily over her pulsing lips, savoring the taboo slickness before sucking it clean, a shiver of wicked delight ripping through her. Shocked yet enslaved by the filthy fullness, she frigs her swollen clit furiously, waves of illicit bliss crashing until she's gasping, craving more. Rushing to his door, she's met by twin brother Tyler Nixon—spitting image, hungry eyes. Boyfriend's out, but impatience ignites her scheme: why not lure this double into her dripping need? She tempts him with sultry whispers, peeling off clothes to reveal her cum-glazed thighs. He devours her, slamming into her soaked heat missionary then beastly from behind, her moans echoing the sin. Climax hits; he unloads deep, painting her insides white again. Lost in the haze, she staggers out, thick rivulets trailing down her quivering legs—right into Robby Echo's stunned gaze as he pulls up.