Roommate Sky Wonderland Cheers You Up

Man, with all those brutal gov layoffs hitting hard, Donny Sins knows he's next on the axe list. Yeah, he's got that fancy bachelor's in 13th Century Graffitism, but gigs like that are rarer than a unicorn's fart, and they pay jack squat. So when the pink slip drops, he's crushed—how's he gonna chip in on rent for the pad he shares with six buds? Crushed under student loan debt for that worthless paper, he crashes on the couch. Roomie Sky Wonderland hears the door and spots him home early, shocked. He spills about getting canned and his crap job prospects—might end up slinging coffee like his classmates who bombed the gov game. Sky's a tease, cracks wise: 'Hey, I got a job for ya—how 'bout a sloppy blowie?' Donny's eyes spark at any silver lining, so she dives in for real. Dude might suck at degrees, but his thick 10-inch beast is prime meat, making Sky's pulse race as she engulfs it, slurping and gagging like a champ. Her tight pink slit soaks through her panties, aching for that wrecking rod. No chance that monster fits dry in her snug white hole, so Donny tongues it sloppy-wet with spit, easing his throbbing shaft in inch by naughty inch up her dripping snatch.