Tough Times

Ryan got canned and his gold-digger cut him loose the same day. Tough week, his card gets declined when his ex wrecked the credit. Luckily the backup one worked, and Heather Vahn is about to straight up fuck the bad luck right out of him. She shows up in fresh lace, thong splitting the cheeks she’s about to sit on, then tosses the whole set before her hands ever touch him. “No point in waiting,” she figures; poor bastard’s had enough disappointment for one lifetime. Shower together, sudsy grip-strokes right in the tub, then she stretches him on the sheets and drains the day out of his balls like a chiropractor for the cock. Throat so greedy spit runs down her chin and onto his nuts, eyes locked the whole time. She wraps both fists around him at the finish, lotion gleaming over every pulse, and keeps him loose afterwards until he’s too happy to care about bills or bitches. Some folks claim no massage fixes anything, but they never met Ms. Vahn.