Rocco's Italian Porn Boot Camp, Scene #01

When Misha Cross spies Rocco's rough gang-bang tape she looks like she just lost a staring contest. Cheeks puffing, arms folded, she's already seething. Cut to the pond at dusk and her sulky pout turns wicked fast. That skinny body, those perky natural tits—yeah, they fool you every time. One slap across her backside and she's howling at full volume like somebody flipped a switch. Rocco yanks her hair, spins her, paints her butt pink with sharp palm smacks that echo across the water. She drops, grabs his cock with both hands, and drives it down her throat till tears hit the dirt. Tongue lapping at his asshole, spit dangling from her chin, she's practically purring. He shoves two thick fingers past her lips to shut her up, shoves a foot between her legs and pumps her pussy with his heel until her knees wobble. A sharp slap on her cheek and she grins—completely gone. Then he drives every inch straight up her ass. Misha screams like she's being exorcised, feet scrabbling, saliva flying. Each brutal thrust knocks another moan out of her till the only sounds left are skin on skin and Misha gargling her own drool. She sucks those same toes like it's the last candy on Earth, gags on his shaft straight from her own ass, then licks the sticky ropes off the grass like she just found dessert.