At Her Beck And Call

Nicole Doshi's got every guy in her zip code doing her bidding like trained dogs. They show up one by one, half dressed in lawn gear and stinking of fresh-cut grass. Scotty finishes pulling weeds and finds Nicole already unzipping him—goes straight for a wet, nasty throatfuck that leaves strings of spit dripping off his balls. Charles walks in next, still holding a rake, cock already twitching at the sound of her gagging. She pulls off Scotty, grins up at him dripping spit, and tells him to get his pants off too. Axel, Milan, Slim Poke, Donny—they all wander in tracking dirt on her floors and add their dicks to the rotation. She moves between them like she’s running an assembly line: double fist-stroke on two cocks while she swallows another, drool coating her tits, mascara running, every hole in use and happy about it. Raw, fast, loud, and gloriously messy—the neighborhood handshake never felt so good.