Veruca James

Lexington Steele isn’t here to talk. He’s here to fix something Wade can’t fix himself: his girl needs dick she can actually feel. Veruca James keeps Wade around, sure, but the little man’s pencil won’t scratch the itch that’s driving her wild. Tonight Wade’s last chance walks through the door wearing a cock thick enough to split her open. Veruca drops, tugs the zipper, and hauls out that slab of black meat. Wade sits frozen while his woman wraps her lips around it like she’s starving. She works the shaft, drool running down her chin, eyes locked on her boyfriend so he knows exactly what he’s missing. Lex pulls her up, spins her around, and sinks every inch into her tight white pussy. She gasps; Wade shrinks. Every thrust knocks another piece of the cuck’s pride loose. Veruca moans for more, arches back, takes it balls-deep like she was built for it. When Lex slides out glistening, the next hole waits—virgin and tight. Veruca’s never let anyone back there, yet she begs for the black giant stretching her asshole wide. Wade watches his girlfriend’s first anal turn into a filthy drilling, her rim gripping dark meat like it never wants to let go. She smiles through the whole thing, eyes watering, body trembling, until Lexington pulls free and paints her pretty face with thick ropes of cum. Wade’s left with the mess and the truth: Veruca’s done pretending his little white dick can compete.