Making Alina Belle Comply To My Every Whim

After that stupid spat Alina Belle glares at me until I look away, but my head’s already off in la-la land. In the daydream she shrugs, wet lips curling into a slutty grin, and murmurs she’s mine to fuck any way I want. She drops to her knees quick, hands sliding along her tits like she needs my blessing to touch them. She mouths my balls, tongue dragging hot before she swallows my whole cock without flinching, throat squeezing, gagging just enough for those lewd slurping noises that echo in the empty locker. I bend her over the nearest bench, slaps and moans ringing while I stuff that tight little cunt raw. Her ass ripples each thrust and she keeps moaning how she’ll never say no again. When she cums I yank out and paint her face white, thick ropes landing in her hair, on her tongue, dripping down her chin. She licks it up like candy, eyes hazy, telling me the next round starts whenever my dick twitches. Rough. Filthy. All of it.