Rich And Lonely

Alexis Tae smirks and flips her phone over so Syren can see the hunk. Syren whistles. Alexis bursts out laughing and tells her it's a total scam—she got catfished hard. Right on cue, the bathroom door pops open and out stomps Tommy Pistol, nose bigger than in his picture, gut hanging over his belt. Syren mumbles something about needing to split, but Alexis snags her wrist and hisses she’s not getting left behind with this. Tommy reads their faces and slumps against the doorframe. Says he’s lonely and chicks always ghost when they see him for real. Something about how sad he looks softens the girls; they glance at each other, giggle, then shoot him a filthy little smile. Fine. They’ll cheer him up and leave his balls empty—as long as he stops the lies. Tommy nods so fast his neck cracks. Two seconds later Alexis is on her knees, mouth open, spit already dangling off her tongue while Syren peels his pants down and gives that sad little dick the kind of welcome it’s never had before. "No more catfish crap," she grins, licking up his shaft, "but you better stay rock-hard and honest." Tommy moans like he just won the lottery and both women start working him over—tits out, tongues sloppy, every moan an order to keep his story straight from now on.