Tainting The Good Girl

Ashley Alexander sits in her plain cotton dress and tries to stay polite. Van Wylde watches her fidget, then pulls her to her feet and kisses her hard. Her mouth opens for him before she even thinks. He pushes her down to her knees, frees his cock, and she takes it without another word. Blonde hair falls forward as she swallows him deep, gagging once, eyes watering, but she keeps going until her throat flexes around the head. He grips her hair and fucks her face steady, spit dripping onto her tits. She pulls off long enough to breathe and he turns her around, bends her over the table, yanks the dress up. Her panties snap aside and he drives into her from behind in one thrust. The table creaks with every slam. She claws at the wood, moaning louder each time his hips slap her ass. He flips her onto her back, folds her legs up, and pounds until she shakes. At the edge, he pulls out, strokes once, and stripes her face and open mouth. She lies there panting, cum sliding down her chin, dress rumpled, every trace of the good girl gone.