She'll Need Recovery Time

Riley is back in the Hussie studio, and this time she showed up early. She wanted the big one, the one with its own zip code, and figured we’d know where to find it. Johnny runs the usual intake: how many guys she’s had this month, what kind of porn she likes, if she’s cool with cameras. When the questions dry up, Riley props a leg on the couch and dips two fingers in. The toy comes next—a see-through blue dildo that disappears almost to the base—while Riley grins at the lens like, yeah, this is how I prep. Brickzilla walks in bottle in hand, slathers her tits and ass with oil, and Riley starts clapping cheeks just for the fun of it. One flex and her asshole winks like a bad pickup line. She drops to her knees, jaws open wide, and coats the curve of that thirteen-inch club until spit hits the floor. She even spins him around for a quick rim job, teasing the studio crew before they shuffle inside so the HOA doesn’t call the cops. Indoors she sits him on the chaise and works his length with both soles, then lets him slide between her oiled-up boobs while she sticks out her tongue. Brick leans her back, spreads her wide, and kisses where it counts. He lines up and starts feeding her every inch—slow, then fast—Riley answering every stroke with a steady Oh shit. Missionary turns into cowgirl, reverses, then gets folded into a lazy piledriver; finally he spins her for doggystyle and hammers until his load paints her lashes and tongue. They soap off, wave once, and cut the lights.