The D Stands For That Dick

New guy James D Cameron – tall, green, and built like a walking coat rack – rolled into the See HIM Fuck studio and got matched with Clara Trinity, five feet flat of trouble in a ponytail. Johnny cracked a few warm-up questions, then the lights went green. James peeled off his clothes like it was laundry day, and the second that dick bounced free Clara leaned in, giving it one of those "just checking" sucks. She slicked him head to toe, zero missed spots, tongue skating up each hairy armpit while the newbie grinned like he’d won the lottery. Socks off, feet up, toes down her throat next – girl has range. Then the ass-eating showcase: rusty trombone, spread-eagle, reverse piledriver, everything short of drawing him a map. They swapped spit for spit, Clara climbed aboard, and James put the work in from every angle you could name – cowgirl, aerial, doggy, missionary – pausing only to park on her face for a second course. One juicy creampie later and Clara’s standing there like a fountain, proof leaking down her thigh. We trailed them into the shower just to hear the post-game whistle, and nobody sounded sorry.