Taken

Evelin knows Kyle is a dead end the second he opens his mouth. She doesn't care. She has eyes for the stranger who crashes their dinner, the one with broad shoulders and a hungry stare. One quick glance and she's already decided. She stands, follows the new man out, and never looks back. Kyle does. He shadows them to the car, to the motel, right up to the door. He watches through the crack as Evelin drops to her knees. She takes Manuel Ferrara's cock in both hands, spits on it, and sucks him deep until her eyes water. She stays on her knees while he fucks her face, throat working, drool sliding down her chin. Later she rides his mouth, grinding hard on his tongue, while Kyle sees her slick cunt clench and drip. She turns, gets on all fours, and Manuel drives into her from behind, hips slapping loud. Kyle stays frozen in the dark, hard and useless, watching the woman he brought out get taken apart piece by piece.