Scene Description:
Tucker Starr is chilling at her friend's house when Richie's sharp eyes cut through her, calling her out for strutting around like a filthy stripper whore. He's dead right—Tucker grinds on poles for cash and would die if anyone found out. Richie smirks and offers silence in exchange for a private lap dance, but the second her ass starts grinding on his throbbing cock, the tease explodes into a raw, sweat-drenched fuckathon with her screaming as he pounds her dripping pussy senseless.
