Totally Busted - Episode 13

The Totally Busted crew is at it again, this time pushing their dirty little game into fresh territory. Someone always ends up bare-assed and breathless. Tonight, she’s the one with her back against the wall, shirt rucked up under her chin, tits out and nipples already tight from the cold air. He doesn’t ask, just drops to his knees like he’s done it a hundred times in his head. His tongue drags over her, slow and greedy, then faster when her hips jerk. She grips his hair and pulls him closer, legs trembling, breath catching on every slick stroke. The others laugh in the next room, unaware she’s biting her own wrist so they won’t hear her come. He looks up, mouth shiny, and grins like he’s won something. She drags him to his feet, turns around, and pushes back until he’s buried in her with one rough thrust. No talking now, only the wet sound of skin meeting skin and the low, filthy moan she can’t quite swallow. They finish hard and fast, clothes barely down before the next stunt starts and someone yells for them to get back in the shot.