Vanessa Vox

Rico and Isiah kick back on the couch watching the game when they start swapping stories about this ridiculously hot brunette they each got with at the club last night. Isiah got his while bending her over the bathroom sink. Rico brags about blowing his load in the backseat of his car out in the lot. Mid-story the doorbell rings. Isiah opens up and freezes. Standing there is the same chick from last night, tossing her hair and smirking like she owns the place. “Remember me? Vanessa Vox,” she purrs, already sliding past him into the house. He introduces her to Rico—who chokes on his beer. What neither of them realizes yet is she knew they were tight, hunted them down on purpose, and came back looking to get double-dicked because the double-up last night was fire. Rico catches her wink, Isiah catches Rico’s grin, and suddenly the math checks out: they bagged one freak who can’t get enough. “Show me you still remember how to wreck it,” she says, already peeling off her top. She doesn’t even make it to the bedroom. Pants down, knees spread, face buried in couch cushions while Isiah rails her from behind and Rico watches her take it before giving her his own deep strokes. Every thrust turns her louder, wetter, dirtier, until she’s shaking through orgasm after soaking orgasm and they paint her flushed face with thick white ropes.