Runaway's Revenge

Vanessa Sky’s passed out cold in some random bedroom. When she comes to, she’s got zero clue where the hell she is, just that her head’s spinning. She snags her purse and goes wandering till she spots this guy — Charles — parked on the couch with a laptop. "Live here?" she asks. He nods. "Shower?" He flicks a thumb toward the bathroom, and she heads straight for it. She’s still blinking under the spray when he walks in on her, eyes red, maybe from the water, maybe not. He clocks it and she just gives him a little shrug like she’s fine. Fine changes quick when he pulls his cock out, tips his chin at her mouth. Before she says anything he hits her with the only thing that’s gonna move her: "Your ex just left you here with me." Screw the boyfriend. She drops to her knees and seals her lips around him, tongue working. He grabs the back of her head and drives in till she’s gagging, mascara running, throat pulsing. He flips her around, fingers sliding between her slick thighs. She’s got one foot up on the edge, rubbing at her own clit while she tastes him again. Later she’s in the tub, water rolling off her, cock deep past her tonsils and out again. He oils her slick on the mat, stretches her, lines up, and when his cock finally sinks in she’s done worrying about revenge; tonight she’s just riding till neither one remembers where they started.