Violet Starr

Will and Jamie freaked when cryptic texts hit their phones, spilling that someone knew their wild Vegas weekend sins. The meetup spot? Their buddy's pad—the exact scene of the crime. Turns out, his girl Violet Starr was pissed as hell about them banging strippers while wives waited at home. She hit 'em with an ultimatum: pound my pussy or I snitch to your ladies. Bro code be damned, dudes! Violet wasn't backing down—if you're cheating, service this slut. She flashed her dripping, hairy snatch, and boom, game fucking on. These studs ripped into that soaked hole, taking turns slamming balls-deep. Violet slurped cock like a fiend starving for cum-air, throat-fucking herself silly. They drilled her tight twat mercilessly, chasing triple orgasms to shut her vengeful mouth. Sometimes you gotta nut to keep the peace, bros.