Taking Care Of The Package

Buck's stuck in a dead-end warehouse gig his girl landed for him after his stream crashed and burned. Another guy starts on the shift—Jonathan Jordan, tall, broad, already trading barbs. They talk freight, talk companies, then Jonathan cuts straight to Sonny. Says she’s fire and Buck better watch his back or someone’s bound to stretch her out. Right then the side door opens and she strolls in, clipboard in hand, telling Buck a new pallet’s waiting at the far bay. He leaves. Door shuts. Sonny’s eyes lock on Jonathan and she drops the act. Says she hasn’t been fucked right in weeks and isn’t waiting another second. Pants hit the floor, cock springs free, and she swallows it to the root. Thick inches slide past her tongue until her eyes water and spit coats her chin. Clothes come off fast. She’s on all fours, ass high, Jonathan driving into her, hips slapping loud. Buck steps back in and freezes. Sonny glances over her shoulder, lips parted, tits swaying, and gives him the choice: stay and watch or it’s over. He stays. Cock already hard, he pulls it out and strokes while Jonathan pounds her deeper. Sonny moans, taunts, tells Buck to keep jerking. Buck’s breathing turns ragged and he shoots across his own stomach. That only makes Jonathan hammer harder. Seconds later he pulls out, strokes once, and paints Sonny’s face in thick ropes. She smiles through the mess, licks her lips, and tells Buck this is how things are now—get used to it.