Gia Dimarco

Gia’s a total pool shark. She’s sunk balls in every dive bar outside Boston, and tonight a cocky local puts money on it—he wins, she leaves with him. She wins, free drinks all night. Truth is she’d probably fuck him anyway, but she loves the chase. She runs the table, leaves him red-faced, and goes to grab her prize while he trudges off to buy. In the bathroom, she catches the glint of an eye through a gloryhole drilled in the divider. Before she can stand, a fat black cock punches through—thick, veiny, already half-hard. Gia drops to her knees, smirks, and opens wide. She swallows half the length in one go, gagging wet and loud, spit running down her chin onto the tile. The guy grunts on the other side while she works him throat-deep, cheeks hollowing, eyes watering. Hard as stone now, he throbs against her tongue. But Gia’s pussy is clenching empty, so she spins, yanks her skirt up, and slams her soaked cunt onto that stranger’s dick through the hole. She rides the wall like she owns it—hips snapping, ass cheeks slapping wood, wet hole gripping every inch. Orgasm hits fast; her knees buckle, a moan tears out, and she shudders around the pulsing shaft. Still greedy, she drops back down, jerks him with both hands, and sucks the head like she’s starving. When he blasts, she seals her lips tight, gulps every hot spurt until he’s dry, then licks her lips clean and stands like nothing happened.