Joslyn trades chores and anal

Joslyn's sick of her deadweight boyfriend barely noticing her, so she sets him to task. "Clean the place and you can fuck my ass," she says like she's doing him a favor. He scrambles around, broom flying, while she just lounges, legs spread in a skirt with nothing underneath. She keeps an eye on the clock, bored as hell, already planning her next move. Once everything's spotless, she calls him back. He strips fast, but she just laughs. "Your turn came with the chores. You're tapping out early." Before he can whine, she's on her phone, texting a guy whose name actually makes her smile. He shows up twenty minutes later, bigger, cockier, already half hard from her one-line message. She bends over the freshly cleared table without preamble, reaches back, spreads herself. "Make it count." The new guy grabs her hips, spits, pushes in slow, and she moans like she's finally got air. She talks shit the whole time, tells him how full she feels, how the ex never knew how to use her. The whole thing's loud, sweaty, exactly what she wanted. She comes so hard she bangs the table legs, laughing when the plates rattle. At the door, she tosses her old boyfriend his backpack. "You missed the bonus round. Again."