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stand. Jessica kneels in front of me, latching her lips around my cock. She is voracious, and my eyes shut again while I savor the slick sensation of her throat around my cock.
"More," I growl.
Gagging, she bobs her head forward, swallowing me deeper. The tight walls of her throat grip my cock like a vise and she's got me to the base. No one's ever done that before.
She pulls back, popping me out of her mouth. Saliva runs down her cheeks and she grins at me, proud.
"Like that?" she asks.
"That's a start."
Leaning forward, I grab her by her arms and wrench them behind her back. S
The handcuffs are in my back pocket. They come out to play and snap around her wrists, cold hard steel locking tight around her wrists.
This is my house. She is my captive.
One quick motion and I lift her to her feet and then push her backwards on the couch.
She knows what I want, and her legs are spread even before I'm on my knees in front of her.
I dive right in. I explore every wet fold, every groove in that sweet pussy and her breathless moans are music to my ears.
I slide my hands up the back of her legs, grabbing her by the ass and pulling her tighter against my face. Her scent fills my nostrils and her taste overwhelms my tongue. It is pure sex — unadulterated, intoxicating.
Pale-white, silky-smooth thighs clamp down around my face and her lithe legs lock behind my back. I'm locked in the best prison on earth with a throbbing-hard cock and a woman hotter than anything in my wildest wet dreams.
This just might be the best job I've ever had.
My tongue has her squirming and shaking like she's forgotten how her body works. Her thighs flex against my face, her hips grind her pussy up and down against my face, slicking everything they touch with the primal mix of my saliva and her juices.
She's ready to explode and I need release.
I stand.
"Are you ready?" I ask.
But I don't even wait for her hurried nod. We are improvising, after all.
I take her. Slow at first. She's tight, every inch of her is warm, wet heaven and it takes every bit of willpower I have not to fuck her into oblivion.
But it's hard to keep control. The way her wet walls grip my cock puts me in an out-of-body state. The way she's looking up at me, eyes half-open, perfect tits bouncing out of her dress, pale legs locked around my back; it's intoxicating. I'm drunk on Jessica Roan.
"Fuck me harder," she moans.
I don't think I've heard anything more beautiful in my entire life.
I pin her tight against the couch.
I'm a piston inside her tight pussy, filling her with my thick cock until she squeals. I adjust my angle, hitting just that spot that she lets out a soft 'ooh' before her world explodes and I get to watch as her eyes flutter open and shut at a thousand times a second and a blushing glow covers her from tits to cheeks.
"Fuck," she whispers. "Fuck fuck fuck ."
She's still shaking. Aftershocks rock her body.
Time seems to slow and I love it, because I'm going to savor this moment for the rest of my life. I'm about to climax, but I bite my lip and fight on because there's one more thing I need.
I pull out. It's the hardest thing I've ever done.
"What?" is all she manages to moan.
She wants it. Even this split-second is too much for her to be apart from my cock. She's looking at me like I just murdered a puppy right in front of her.
"Get up. Turn around." My voice is so guttural I hardly even recognize my self.
She flips over. Every inch of her is curvy and gorgeous. Pale plump ass and puffy pussy lips. Just the sight of it has my cock aching to pop.
I grip her by her hips with one hand and guide my aching cock into her with the other. As soon as I'm inside, it's game on. No more slow and gentle, this is pure fucking lust.
I grab her by the chain of the cuffs, pulling back on it hard.
She shouts for me to go harder. Cum is boiling inside my cock and my only thought is how
"More," I growl.
Gagging, she bobs her head forward, swallowing me deeper. The tight walls of her throat grip my cock like a vise and she's got me to the base. No one's ever done that before.
She pulls back, popping me out of her mouth. Saliva runs down her cheeks and she grins at me, proud.
"Like that?" she asks.
"That's a start."
Leaning forward, I grab her by her arms and wrench them behind her back. S
The handcuffs are in my back pocket. They come out to play and snap around her wrists, cold hard steel locking tight around her wrists.
This is my house. She is my captive.
One quick motion and I lift her to her feet and then push her backwards on the couch.
She knows what I want, and her legs are spread even before I'm on my knees in front of her.
I dive right in. I explore every wet fold, every groove in that sweet pussy and her breathless moans are music to my ears.
I slide my hands up the back of her legs, grabbing her by the ass and pulling her tighter against my face. Her scent fills my nostrils and her taste overwhelms my tongue. It is pure sex — unadulterated, intoxicating.
Pale-white, silky-smooth thighs clamp down around my face and her lithe legs lock behind my back. I'm locked in the best prison on earth with a throbbing-hard cock and a woman hotter than anything in my wildest wet dreams.
This just might be the best job I've ever had.
My tongue has her squirming and shaking like she's forgotten how her body works. Her thighs flex against my face, her hips grind her pussy up and down against my face, slicking everything they touch with the primal mix of my saliva and her juices.
She's ready to explode and I need release.
I stand.
"Are you ready?" I ask.
But I don't even wait for her hurried nod. We are improvising, after all.
I take her. Slow at first. She's tight, every inch of her is warm, wet heaven and it takes every bit of willpower I have not to fuck her into oblivion.
But it's hard to keep control. The way her wet walls grip my cock puts me in an out-of-body state. The way she's looking up at me, eyes half-open, perfect tits bouncing out of her dress, pale legs locked around my back; it's intoxicating. I'm drunk on Jessica Roan.
"Fuck me harder," she moans.
I don't think I've heard anything more beautiful in my entire life.
I pin her tight against the couch.
I'm a piston inside her tight pussy, filling her with my thick cock until she squeals. I adjust my angle, hitting just that spot that she lets out a soft 'ooh' before her world explodes and I get to watch as her eyes flutter open and shut at a thousand times a second and a blushing glow covers her from tits to cheeks.
"Fuck," she whispers. "Fuck fuck fuck ."
She's still shaking. Aftershocks rock her body.
Time seems to slow and I love it, because I'm going to savor this moment for the rest of my life. I'm about to climax, but I bite my lip and fight on because there's one more thing I need.
I pull out. It's the hardest thing I've ever done.
"What?" is all she manages to moan.
She wants it. Even this split-second is too much for her to be apart from my cock. She's looking at me like I just murdered a puppy right in front of her.
"Get up. Turn around." My voice is so guttural I hardly even recognize my self.
She flips over. Every inch of her is curvy and gorgeous. Pale plump ass and puffy pussy lips. Just the sight of it has my cock aching to pop.
I grip her by her hips with one hand and guide my aching cock into her with the other. As soon as I'm inside, it's game on. No more slow and gentle, this is pure fucking lust.
I grab her by the chain of the cuffs, pulling back on it hard.
She shouts for me to go harder. Cum is boiling inside my cock and my only thought is how
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