My best buddy swore he’d never hit that inked-up freak, but the second I turned my back he was bent over the couch getting railed by the dude with face tats—right next to me like I wasn’t even there. The moans, the slapping skin, the way she kept glancing over like ‘oops, you caught us’—total betrayal, but damn if it didn’t get me harder than a rock. Now I’m stuck watching my so-called friend take every brutal inch while I stroke my cock, wishing I was the one wrecking her tight pussy instead of this tattooed beast
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