Harleigh Starr came up to Thomas' place all in a huff. Her asshole boyfriend had finally pissed her off enough to force her to dump him. She knocked on the door and Thomas answered it, not expecting her to have driven all this way just to see him.
"Harleigh? What are you doing here?" Thomas said, in a bit of a surprise.
Instead of saying anything, she barged into the house and started kissing him hard on the lips. He briefly protested, but eventually succumbed to her passions. He fell to the floor and watched as she tossed off her jacket and began to remove her shirt. He tried to get up, but she pounced on him and smothered him with kisses.
"Lemme guess? You wanna have some hot passionate sex, right?" Thomas asked, still astounded at the full frontal assault.
"Uh huh!," said Harleigh, who went to work on his belt and pants. "I am seriously pissed off right now, and all I could think about on my way down here was screwing your brains out. That Jacob bastard is just an ass! I don't know why I left you to begin with!"
She took off his shoes and slid off his pants, exposing his boxers. She yanked them down and hungrily went after his cock, slurping away at it as if she hadn't eaten in a week. Thomas could do little more than lay there and watch her pleasure him with fierce intensity. He felt himself getting hard and she stood up ever so briefly to shed her skirt and panties, then took off her shirt. She was about to go back down on him when her eyes spotted his sofa. She grabbed his hand and practically dragged him up and over to the sofa, where she threw him down and kissed him hard again. "Watch this, my sweet!," she said devilishly, and put his cock in between her breasts and began to pump his cock hard with her mammaries.
He leaned back and began to really enjoy the hard loving that Harleigh was giving him. She kept up the titty fucking, rubbing them between her breasts and then squeezing them around his cock.