Why Deprive Yourself

In the dim glow of the TV, Brad (Jay Smooth) and roommate Mandy (Nicole Kitt) sink into the couch for a flick. A steamy softcore fuck scene flickers on, and Mandy squirms, her face flushing with raw unease. Brad's eyes narrow, concern masking his hunger. She confesses her battle with porn addiction—hell, even this tame tease could drag her back into the abyss. She bolts, leaving him to the screen's siren call. Brad nods sympathetically, but alone, a dark scheme coils in his gut like smoke. Weeks slink by, and Brad engineers slick mishaps to chip at her fraying walls: a porn rag 'slips' from his bag, landing splayed open; a dick pic 'oops' pings her phone, throbbing with intent. He plays the fool, all wide-eyed innocence, but his moves are calculated, grinding down her resistance until she's raw and exposed. Finally, he strikes the killing blow, luring the shattered Mandy to ditch her vows and dive into porn beside him. Her fingers plunge between her thighs, slick with forbidden fire, as the screen's orgy ignites the beast she's caged. Lust crashes over her, primal and merciless—she lunges at him, begging for his cock. Brad claims her, pounding deep into her yielding heat, as she surrenders every inch, lost in savage, total release.