Chanel Grey

Chanel's nineteen. Blonde. Sweet face, body built to break hearts, teeth so white they almost glow when she smiles. She shows up in her grandma's place for the summer, tired of Arizona dust, ready for whatever trouble LA can give her. First day out, she bumps into two neighbors. They know her grandma well enough, never knew the granddaughter existed. She likes how they look her over and invites them back for a drink. Slim catches her eye first. Same filthy habits, same hunger. Chad starts talking about bingo and lodge nights. She stops listening after the second sentence. Slim keeps her talking, keeps her laughing, keeps her thighs tight. When she peels off her clothes, Chad's told to sit down and shut up. He can stay, but he doesn't get to touch. Slim pushes inside her and she opens, wet, loud, grinding until she sprays across his stomach and the floor. Slim doesn't pull out. He stays deep, lets go, fills her until it leaks out in thick white strings. Chad watches from the edge of the couch, cock in his hand, waiting for permission. She nods, tells him he can finish if he licks it off his own fingers after. He does what he's told. Slim smokes a joint, half-hard again, while Chanel wipes the last of his load from her thighs. She already knows she wants another round before Chad finishes swallowing his own mess.