Slay Savage, the epitome of teen wildness, struts into Duncan Saint's space, her eyes locked onto his. "I need your keys," she purrs, but Duncan sees the hunger in her eyes. Slay's hand reaches out, tracing his chest, lingering on his belt. She unbuckles it, her eyes never leaving his as she frees his throbbing cock. She takes him deep, her throat constricting around him. Mounting him, she rides him like a wild animal, her body glistening with sweat. Duncan grips her hips, slamming into her, their bodies slapping together as Slay's screams echo through the room.