Carmen Pays Fiance's Debts

Carmen Caliente walks in and sees Charles Dera leaning on her groom-to-be, shaking him down. This wasn't some haircut review—Dude was up to his neck with the mob. Before she can even drop her keys, Charles's rough hand slides up her smooth thigh and over her tight, toned ass. She calls his bluff. “Enough. I’ll do what you want—just leave him alone.” Zack doesn’t say shit, so she kneels, pulls Charles’s cock free, and drags her tongue over the head. Pretty soon she’s choking on it, spit bubbling out the corners, mascara streaming, gagging like a clockwork whore. Charles grabs her blonde hair and drills to the tonsils, laughing when thick strings of saliva spatter the floor. He yanks her up and bends her over the couch, ripping her yoga shorts aside. In two strokes he’s buried balls-deep, pounding so hard her perky tits whip back and forth. Every slap of skin lines up with another trash-talk. “He ever get you this wet, loser?” Carmen moans like a last-call slut, pushing back onto him, gritting teeth between the whimpers. Her fiancé’s stuck watching every thrust bottom her out. When he tightens up and starts grinding deep, she gasps, “Please—anywhere but my face,” but Charles laughs, pulls out, and strokes one thick rope after another across her flushed cheeks. Cum paints her lashes, drips down to her collarbones, while Zack stares at the glistening mess that used to be his future wife.