Scarlett Pain Films Joanna Angel

Scarlett Pain swung by my place to work on her filming skills—or at least that was the story. The second the door clicked shut we ditched the camera for the real thing. She peeled my sweats down, licked me wet, and bent over the couch for a hard round of bare-ass pounding while the autofocus whined in the background. I tugged her ponytail, slapped that fat ass crimson, and she came twice before I flooded her again. Half lecture, half cum-rag move—that girl earned an A-plus in attitude and got creamed through both.