Jayden Starr

Jayden Starr kicks off her internship gig as a gofer for a wild late-night TV show, stuck babysitting some hotshot rock band without a clue in the world. She barges in to say hi before their gig and crashes their deep-breathing zen fest. Frontman Small Hands snaps that his guru's key to rocking the stage, so buzz off. 'White folks are straight-up bizarre,' she mutters, circling back to find him solo. Panicking about getting canned, she hunts for cues— he tweaks his crotch, and boom, she figures he craves a sloppy blowie. Not in the handbook, but hey, rock gods get what they want to stay pumped, yeah? That quick suck-off explodes into a brutal ass-fucking, him unloading ropes deep in her tight hole. He bolts for sound check, grinning she's primed to legend status here. Spotting his crew—Cyrus King, Eric John, Mark Zane, Rion King, Robby Apples—in the hall, he blurts, 'Tits. Go. Now!' Cum still oozing from her wrecked ass, Jayden drops to her knees, yanks their zippers, and milks every last drop of their pre-gig stress right onto her grinning face. Talk about a rock 'n' roll baptism—Jayden's owning this scene!