Save Me and Suck Me

Only the best porn gets you laughing at the start and pumping at the end, never the other way around. The finest product out of Brno, well, maybe. Nicole Vice gets a knock at the door. Kevin stands there in that bright yellow jacket and a white box marked First Aid. She’s in a pink tracksuit, hair loose, sun-kissed and grinning like she already knows the punchline. Kevin cracks the lid and shows her how to wrap a wrist, bandage tight, knots neat. He jokes that the technique comes in handy when wrists go limp from overuse. Nicole laughs, eyes him, then asks about the Heimlich. He steps behind her, hands sliding around her ribs. As he counts the push, a solid erection presses straight into those perfect cheeks she keeps hidden under the polyester. She feels it, obviously. Clothes somehow leave the equation. His cock pops free, hard and pink at the tip. She wraps her fingers around it, tests the throb, and the demo turns into a blow-job tutorial. Eyes on the lens, lips glossy, talking straight to us like she’s daring viewers to squirm. Trackies drop. Camera sinks, framing the dark wink of her asshole an inch from the glass and the wet petal of her pussy already slick. She grips the edge of the table and backs onto him. One steady thrust later, the medic’s “injection” is balls-deep inside a feverish cunt that grips like a blood-pressure cuff. Doggy turns to missionary on the sofa, thighs spread, tits bouncing. She palms them the way patients always check for lumps, except she’s rolling the nipples, moaning, while Kevin circles her clit and hammers harder. The slap of skin keeps its own steady beat until she howls, legs twitching. Kevin grunts his final pulse, pulls out glistening. Nicole looks straight into the camera, raises an eyebrow, and the lens cuts to black with the company logo flashing: Reality Lovers — guaranteed to raise your pulse.