Swapping Phones & Swapping Spit

Sheena Ryder was scrolling when a dirty text popped up from an unknown number. This wasn't her phone, she realized. She must have grabbed her friend's by accident. Still chuckling, Sheena read the chain and figured her pal was stringing this poor guy along at the club. Sheena's own fingers itched now, so she texted back like she owned that number, agreed on tonight, and told Little Puck to meet her at the hotel down the street. Puck showed up twenty minutes later with that cocky grin and a fat bulge, ready to plow whoever had been teasing him all night. At first Sheena played coy, but the second he yanked her shirt off the lies started to crumble. His tongue found spots her friend had never described, and she kept dropping wrong details until Puck called her on it with a smirk. Sheena came clean, panting against the sheets, but Puck just laughed and flipped her over. "So long as the pussy's this wet I'm game." He slid in deep, pounding until the bed rattled, then he pulled her hair and fucked the stress right out of her. They both got what they came for, raw and loud, like they'd both known they would.