Mia Rider

Mia Rider’s still learning the game, but Shane Diesel shows up with the cheat sheet. He knows exactly how to gut a white boy with words alone. Tonight she wants a live demo and her Asian ass is the prop. She drops to her knees and gets both fists around his cock, sliding her lips as far down as her throat will take it. The cuck watches, cock locked, pride shrinking. Each wet sound she makes for Shane turns the lock one notch tighter. Shane flips her, pushes her knees back until she’s folded. He drives into her pussy first—long, deliberate strokes that leave her gasping. She’s dripping, stretched, open. The second she starts to whimper he pulls out, lines the head up with her tight asshole and shoves straight in. The shock cracks out of her in one raw scream that rattles every bar on the cage around the cuck’s useless dick. He keeps the angle brutal, sinks every inch until her cheeks flatten against his hips. Mia’s eyes roll, her toes curl, sweat rolling down the slope of her tits. She begs through gritted teeth, tells the cuck this is how a real man uses an ass. The cuck’s tiny cage bites harder. When Shane finally empties himself deep in her guts, Mia slides off, dripping, and drags the cuck closer by the leash. She lifts one foot, plants it on his face, toes pinning his nose while she pushes the load out over his locked cock. She laughs—low, satisfied—and tells him to clean every drop. He does. She watches. Shane just lights a cigarette and nods like a teacher whose student just aced the final.