Gianna Michaels stood before Chris, her hips swaying seductively as she appraised his lackluster performance. 'It seems we have a situation here,' she purred, her voice dripping with lust. She dropped to her knees, taking his limp cock into her mouth for a deep and thorough blowjob. As she worked him, she couldn't help but feel insulted by his pitiful state.
Her frustration mounting, Gianna rose to her feet and glared down at Chris, who still hadn't managed to grow a single inch. 'You can't even give me an erection worthy of my time?' she sneered, her anger boiling over as she grabbed his balls in a firm grip. With a fierce growl, she began to pump his cock with her hand, forcing him to feel the heat rising within.
Finally, Chris' flaccid member began to show signs of life, and Gianna took it as an opportunity to ride him like the cowgirl queen that she was. She climbed aboard, her round ass bouncing in time with the rhythm of their passion as she slammed his cock into her drenched pussy.
With each thrust, Gianna felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge, and soon she was screaming out in ecstasy as her climax washed over her like a tidal wave. But as she rode him harder and harder, Chris couldn't keep up with her, and he wilted once again, leaving her feeling unsatisfied and angry.
Gianna glared down at Chris, fury burning in her eyes. 'You pathetic excuse for a man!' she screamed, grabbing his limp cock and squeezing it so hard that pre-cum oozed from its tip. With one final push, she hurled herself onto the bed beside him, panting heavily as she tried to catch her breath.
'Can he score?' Gianna Michaels laughed bitterly, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she looked down at Chris' spent form. 'I think not.' And with that, she rose from the bed and left Chris to wallow in his own self-loathing, a reminder of just how far he had fallen.
