Release the Slut

Aruna keeps that little ribbon in her hair like it means something pure. Maybe it once did. Right now it just sits there while she drops to her knees and takes Arty’s cock straight down her throat. She works him wet and deep, spit running down her chin, eyes already glassy with want. He lets her have it for a minute, then turns her around, spreads her cheeks, and presses the head of his cock against the tight ring of her ass. One slow push and he’s in. She gasps, then pushes back, taking every inch until her hole grips him all the way to the base. Arty starts to thrust, steady and deep, and the polite girl with the ribbon disappears. What’s left is raw hunger—back arched, mouth open, begging for more while he fucks her ass like it belongs to him.