Garfield Is Tempted By Lucas

Garfield's the bad apple, no question. Doesn't stop her from letting Lucas, the cartel boss, corner her for a dirty little experiment. She rolls her way even though she usually eats pussy like it's oxygen. Lucas plans to fuck the preference right out of her, and from the second he pins her against the wall she feels his plan: thick cock straining against his fly, hands already under her skirt hunting her wet cunt like he's late for an appointment. She fights a smirk when he shoves two fingers straight in without asking, knuckle-deep in one push, because the bastard's too cocky to know she could flip the script any second. But tonight the game’s filthier and hotter than she planned. He spits on his palm, jerks himself hard, then drives into her in one cocky thrust that makes her eyes roll. No sweet talk, just skin slapping skin while he rails the hell out of her, gripping her hair to keep her looking him dead in the eye every time his balls smack her ass. She growls, bites his shoulder, creams around him, but he keeps hammering until her legs shake and her voice breaks on his name. When he finally floods her he laughs like he’s won, still buried deep, already planning the second round that’ll make a card-carrying dyke scream like a slut for dick.