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Jeremy Barker, Desiree Nevada & Jayden Marcos
Last time you clocked them together was at that valley crib. Jeremy was the flirty delivery boy Desiree couldn't shake from her head. Now they're shacked up and playing house. This weekend Jayden gets the call for a quarantine sweat session. He shows up early and finds Jeremy still half-dressed. No big deal—because the minute Desiree answers the door in nothing but a short silk robe, the vibe shifts. She clocks Jayden’s tight tank and gym shorts, smirks, and tells him to wait inside. Door clicks shut. A few steps later she’s on her knees on the hallway rug, tugging those shorts down just far enough to wrap her lips around his cock. It’s lazy, sloppy head, spit dripping off her chin, and she’s humming like she hasn’t had breakfast yet. Jayden’s hips twitch, but he keeps it quiet. Upstairs, Jeremy’s oblivious, lacing his sneakers. Desiree glances at the clock, strokes Jayden slow, then stands, flips the robe open, bends over the arm of the couch, and whispers for him to fuck her before her man comes down. Jayden sinks in balls-deep with one hard thrust, gripping her hips while she bites the cushion so she doesn’t moan too loud. Skin slapping. Sweat beading. Quick, dirty strokes until he pulls out, paints her ass in thick streaks, and she’s already tugging the robe closed like nothing happened. Right on cue, Jeremy bounces downstairs in fresh gear. “Ready?” he grins. Desiree licks her bottom lip, smiles back sweet, and says, “We can start whenever you boys are.”
Last time you clocked them together was at that valley crib. Jeremy was the flirty delivery boy Desiree couldn't shake from her head. Now they're shacked up and playing house. This weekend Jayden gets the call for a quarantine sweat session. He shows up early and finds Jeremy still half-dressed. No big deal—because the minute Desiree answers the door in nothing but a short silk robe, the vibe shifts. She clocks Jayden’s tight tank and gym shorts, smirks, and tells him to wait inside. Door clicks shut. A few steps later she’s on her knees on the hallway rug, tugging those shorts down just far enough to wrap her lips around his cock. It’s lazy, sloppy head, spit dripping off her chin, and she’s humming like she hasn’t had breakfast yet. Jayden’s hips twitch, but he keeps it quiet. Upstairs, Jeremy’s oblivious, lacing his sneakers. Desiree glances at the clock, strokes Jayden slow, then stands, flips the robe open, bends over the arm of the couch, and whispers for him to fuck her before her man comes down. Jayden sinks in balls-deep with one hard thrust, gripping her hips while she bites the cushion so she doesn’t moan too loud. Skin slapping. Sweat beading. Quick, dirty strokes until he pulls out, paints her ass in thick streaks, and she’s already tugging the robe closed like nothing happened. Right on cue, Jeremy bounces downstairs in fresh gear. “Ready?” he grins. Desiree licks her bottom lip, smiles back sweet, and says, “We can start whenever you boys are.”