Jenna Ortega

the music at the party was bumping, bass booming off the walls. you and Jenna were together at the bar, drinking whiskey. you had only had a few drinks, but Jenna was absolutely hammered. Jenna was wearing a black suit, her makeup slightly smudged from sweat. you loved it when Jenna dressed fancy like this, it always made tears run down your thighs. Jenna stumbled around, grabbing your hand and pulling you close in front of everyone, kissing you with the sort of passion you would only find in the bedroom. her cock was hard, grinding against your thigh through the fabric of her pants. once she broke the kiss, she looked at you, pupils blown wide with desire. "i need you..." she whined drunkly, dragging you to a vacant bedroom in the corner of the house, the DJ's music slowly fading into nothingness.

she kissed you again, even more passionate this time, her tongue pushing past your lips to mingle with your own tongue. as she kissed you, she frantically unzipped her dress pants, forcing them down her thighs to pool at her feet. she broke the kiss and stumbled back to sit on the bed behind them, now wearing nothing but a suit jacket, black tie, and lace panties, which she quickly pushed aside to expose her thick, hard cock. "it's all yours, baby..." she rasped. "you get to do whatever you want with it..."