Taken

Dan yawns through another dusty afternoon in the sticks, boredom clinging like sweat-soaked denim. Then—bam—there she is, striding out of nowhere: Riley Voss, the porn star whose videos he's devoured in secret. Her eyes lock on his, a sly curve to her lips. For star-struck Dan, this tops any screen fantasy. He drops to his knees right there in the shadowed barn, heart hammering. She unzips slow, revealing that thick, veined cock he's jerked off to a hundred times. He opens wide, tongue out, and swallows her long rod all the way down his hot, eager throat. She grips his hair, thrusting deep, making him gag and moan around her girth. Riley puts her wide-eyed fan through every filthy trick in her arsenal—fucking his mouth relentless, smearing pre-cum across his chin, turning his worship into a slick, sloppy symphony. But she craves more. She flips him over a hay bale, yanks down his jeans, and spreads those cheeks wide. Her cockhead presses in, slick with his spit, then plunges deep—a butt-poundin' rhythm that stretches him raw. Dan gasps, claws the rough wood, as she hammers home, each thrust a thunderclap of pleasure-pain. She rails him till he's wrecked, quivering, this pounding fuck etching deeper into his soul than any signed glossy ever could.