Boosting The Satisfaction Rating

Teen Ryder Rey heard a knock, cracked the door and there stood Ken Feels holding a clipboard like he actually gave a damn about the neighborhood. "Just a quick survey on—" She cut him off with a smirk. "Get in here and boost my satisfaction rating instead." Door shut, lock clicked. She dropped to her knees right there in the foyer, yanked his cock out and swallowed him until spit slid down her chin. Ken groaned, tossed the clipboard, grabbed two fists of her hair and fucked her throat till she gagged and tears striped her cheeks. She stood, spun, slapped her hands on the wall, ass out. "Stretch this cunt open." He slammed inside in one thrust, hips cracking against her cheeks, balls swinging as he pounded her hard. Ryder braced, back arched, cunt squeezing every inch. He scooped her legs up without pulling out, held her pinned to the wall, dick driving straight up into her guts until her juices ran down his shaft in shiny strings. They dropped to the floor, her riding reverse, ass rippling, pussy squelching loud as she ground down, clit dragging over his shaft. She clenched, milked him, then came with a shout while squirting around his buried cock. Ken flipped her onto her back, bent her knees to her shoulders and buried deep in one shove. He jackhammered until his balls pulled tight, pulled out and painted her tits and tongue with thick ropes of cum. Ryder licked her lips, glanced at the forgotten clipboard and laughed. "Five-star rating, stud."