Chastity Lynn

Chip figured he had a shot. Chastity Lynn asked about a room, and he stood there with Shane Diesel trying to look useful. She was petite, blonde, covered in little tattoos, and the way her toes peeked out of her sandals made Chip’s tiny dick twitch. He managed to grab a feel of her ass on the walk back, but her eyes never left Shane. Back at the apartment the kissing turned quick. Shane’s pants came down and Chastity dropped to her knees. Chip’s average-at-best white dick hung useless next to Shane’s thick black cock; she didn’t even look at it. She wrapped both hands around Shane and swallowed the head while Chip stood there stroking himself, barely half-hard. Shane bent her over the couch. One thrust and Chastity’s tight pussy stretched around him, lips gripping, juices running down her thighs. Chip jerked faster, mesmerized, as Shane pounded deeper, the wet slap of skin echoing. Her screams got louder with every stroke until the walls shook. Shane pulled out, aimed at her feet, and painted those ten tiny toes with thick ropes of cum. Chastity looked straight at Chip and told him to finish himself off. She laughed when his weak spurts landed on the floor. Chip packed his shit that night. Chastity moved her stuff into Shane’s room the next morning.