Puck Pass in Vegas

Las Vegas still feels like trouble the second you step off the plane—bright, loud, and begging you to misbehave. Molly Little is there because she wants money for a hockey league nobody else will fund. She also knows you carry a FuckPassVR card, so the “meeting” skips straight to action. You show up at her place, she clocks the look in your eye, drops to her knees, and swallows your cock like she’s been counting the minutes. Her tongue works you hard, throat tight, spit running down her chin while those big VR eyes keep staring up like she dares you to break first. The moment you’re throbbing, she climbs on, lines you up and sinks down in one slick, greedy push, pussy gripping you all the way. She rides hard, hips snapping, tits bouncing, moaning filthy instructions for you to flood her cunt. No warm-up, no sweet talk—just raw, cock-hungry VR sex and the promise that your load is the price of her hockey dream. Strap the headset on and watch little Molly take every inch like a champ.