Hailey Rose owned the campus before she ever filmed a scene. Freshman year she matched with three cocky frat bros on that app: Johnny Love, Max Fills, and Nick Strokes. The guys figured sending the same dumb message for a foursome would be hilarious. Hailey shot back with a smile that basically said "Tonight?" That shut them up quick. She didn't wait. Hailey hunted them one by one. Caught Johnny behind the library, rode him till he was babbling. Invited Max to a "study" room where she drained him dry. Found Nick after lacrosse practice and made him blow two loads down her throat in an empty locker row. Each guy strutted away convinced he was the only one she wanted. Then locker-room talk caught up. Johnny mentioned her mouth, Nick her tight little cunt, Max the way she squirted when fingered. They compared notes, realized she'd had all three rotating like toys. Pride stung. They decided to corner her after poli-sci in the empty lecture hall. Instead of denial she flipped desks and said, "So what? Still think you three can handle me at once? All or nothing." Johnny tried tough talk first, but she already had his belt open. Max's cock twitched in her hand next. Nick dropped behind her, tongue straight in her ass. Hailey bent over a whiteboard table and took them like she'd rehearsed it. Deep in her mouth one minute, thick dick stretching her from behind the next. She kept squirting whenever Max's fingers pinched her clit; the floor shone with it. The boys kept switching holes, slapping skin, grunting threats like they might stop, except none of them did. She wore every load they pumped onto her face and tits, grinned, told them she wasn't even close to done. All or nothing, just like she said.
Hailey Rose owned the campus before she ever filmed a scene. Freshman year she matched with three cocky frat bros on that app: Johnny Love, Max Fills, and Nick Strokes. The guys figured sending the same dumb message for a foursome would be hilarious. Hailey shot back with a smile that basically said "Tonight?" That shut them up quick. She didn't wait. Hailey hunted them one by one. Caught Johnny behind the library, rode him till he was babbling. Invited Max to a "study" room where she drained him dry. Found Nick after lacrosse practice and made him blow two loads down her throat in an empty locker row. Each guy strutted away convinced he was the only one she wanted. Then locker-room talk caught up. Johnny mentioned her mouth, Nick her tight little cunt, Max the way she squirted when fingered. They compared notes, realized she'd had all three rotating like toys. Pride stung. They decided to corner her after poli-sci in the empty lecture hall. Instead of denial she flipped desks and said, "So what? Still think you three can handle me at once? All or nothing." Johnny tried tough talk first, but she already had his belt open. Max's cock twitched in her hand next. Nick dropped behind her, tongue straight in her ass. Hailey bent over a whiteboard table and took them like she'd rehearsed it. Deep in her mouth one minute, thick dick stretching her from behind the next. She kept squirting whenever Max's fingers pinched her clit; the floor shone with it. The boys kept switching holes, slapping skin, grunting threats like they might stop, except none of them did. She wore every load they pumped onto her face and tits, grinned, told them she wasn't even close to done. All or nothing, just like she said.