Catfished #02

Cole walks into the bar all dressed up, the cocky smile turning into a 'shit' the second he spots she's bailed. Then Gina strolls in, legs for days, and sees him - her ghosted 'date' vanished too. Looks bounce between them, electricity spiked instantly, two cat-fishers now sizing each other for meat on the pole. Clothes fall off five steps past her front door, straight-up naked wrestling kicks in. Cole spreads her wide on the couch, rams his cock home bare, balls-deep in those pretty folds. Gina sucks air, moans, squeezes, needy. Buck after buck the bed creaks, b****** knobs slam deeper. Every spread knocks her perfect cunt tighter round him. Cole grabs her hips, pace turns dirtier and wetter, fucking the pretence right out of them both.