Pretty Mess - Part 3

This stacked redhead is on the prowl. Tall, curvy, and fucking relentless. She spots the tall quiet kid in the back near the service station—you know the type: baggy pants, glasses, always on his phone. She corners him in the swinging doors of the kitchen and doesn’t say shit, just drops to her knees on that dirty rubber mat and drags his pants down. Out flops this monster cock, fat and heavy, twitching right in her face like it’s daring her to be impressed. She doesn’t even laugh—she just opens wide and swallows half of it, lips slick, throat working like it’s nothing. He tilts his head back, fingers knotting in her thick red hair while her head bobs, spit everywhere. Then she pops off, stands, spins around, yanks her tiny black skirt up and smacks her bare ass with both hands like come get it. He grips her hips, pushes that cock straight in and pounds. Kitchen knives clatter. Metal prep table shakes. Her voice is all ragged moans, half-swallowed gasps, the kind of sounds that echo off the tile. He fucks her hard, balls smacking, and when he warns he’s about to cum she drops again, tilts her head back and sticks out her tongue. He unloads across her lips, up her cheeks, in her hair. Cum dripping from her chin, those fire-red curls getting all plastered, and she’s smiling like she just won the jackpot.