Ironing It Out

Aria Valencia knocks on Anton Harden’s door in a thin college hoodie and tiny shorts. She came to complain. The guy has been jerking off in the open window across the courtyard every night, and she can see every stroke of that thick cock from her dorm. Anton answers shirtless, phone still in hand. His smile is slow, lazy. He tells her it’s a misunderstanding; the blinds were open by accident, and he was watching a video. Aria stares at the bulge already filling his grey sweatpants. She meant to stay angry. Instead she drops to her knees in the hallway, pushes the waistband down, and takes the heavy head between her lips. Anton groans once and slides forward. She holds eye contact while his length sinks deeper, throat opening, spit running down her chin. He fists her ponytail and feeds her every inch until her nose meets his stomach. She gags, pulls back, then dives again. When he lifts her onto the kitchen counter, she spreads for him. One long thrust and he is buried to the hilt. He flips her, fucks her from behind, palms spread on her ass, pace rough and steady. Aria’s moans turn hoarse. Anton pulls out, strokes once, and paints her pussy with hot ropes that drip between her folds. 2022. Brunette on her knees. Deep, wet sounds. Thick cum on smooth skin.