Blonde Airhead First-person Perspective

When Astrid saw the message, a smile curved on her face. Her body was limped against the sadistic furniture. The noxious fumes from the men were quickly replaced by the unmistakable scent of sex. The only things she was still wearing were her glossy black leather school shoes and white ankle-length stockings. Nothing attracts a rich powerful man better than a woman who has a teen daughter for him to fuck.”
“Well well well, and here I thought I’ve sold my soul to the devils.” Mike let out a low laugh. The level barely increased. After a moment of thought, Astrid turned to Mike. And the black man didn’t seem to be sparing any. It was just a gaping hole and the cum took ages to leak out of her. Oh, all characters are above the legal age of whichever country you happen to live in, even when it is implied otherwise. “That’s a lot of cum, Brooklynn.