The shopping bag trick

Brooke Banner gets home with her grocery bags, steps out, and boom—there’s Kristian Devil next door, shirt off like the sun paid him extra. Her pussy’s suddenly a leaky faucet. She fumbles the groceries on purpose, bags hit the concrete and fruit rolls everywhere. He jogs over, helpful, cocky grin already half formed. Thirty seconds of half-hearted chit-chat later his cock’s hitting the back of her throat, grocery store cherries still scattered at their feet.