The One Night Stand: Part One

Danny Mountain’s that guy – late for his wife, early for any slut who’ll spread. He links with realtor Cherie DeVille, walks through the first empty room, then slams his mouth on hers like he owns it. They hit the bed hard. He rips her legs apart and dives tongue-first into her wet cunt, licking like a starved animal while two thick fingers stretch her pussy and get it ready for the main event. She takes his dick straight down to the root; his balls slap her chin, spit running down her neck and messing up her face. He flips her onto all fours, then onto her back, pounding deep until she shakes through loud, wet orgasms, then pumps her full of cum so thick it’s dripping down her tongue. Five seconds later his belt’s buckled and he’s gone like nothing happened, leaving Cherie glassy-eyed and convinced she’s in love—until she spots his wedding ring on the nightstand. Her jaw tightens. The psycho switch flips. She’s already plotting payback when his name lights up her phone, panicked, desperate for the ring he dropped. Game on.