Mr. President 1(194)
“I hate your stupid clothing,” she grows as she grabs at my pants, pushing them down my legs. “I want you naked all the time,” she continues, throwing the pants to the floor. Arching her back, she positions her breasts over the shape of my hard cock and lowers her body, my shaft right between her tits.#p#分页标题#e#
“You’re crazy,” I breathe out, but I say it with a grin on my lips. Yeah, she’s fucking crazy, but she’s the kind of crazy that always leaves you begging for more and more.
“I know,” she moans as she grabs her tits and presses them together, squeezing my shaft between them. It pulses against her chest, and she begins stroking me using only her tits, moving her body up and down. Then, no warning at all, she pulls slightly back, but that's just to dive into me, turning her head sideways and fitting her open mouth over my thickness. She sucks me over my boxer briefs, and I just can’t take it any fucking more; I reach for my boxers, ready to push them down, but she anticipates herself. She curls her fingers around the hem, and then tugs them down my legs with one flowing but violent motion. My cock springs free, pre-cum glistening on its tip, and then she’s back with their tits, squeezing me between them.
I groan, lust and desire flooding my brain and squashing every single thought inside my head. Fuck meditation, this is way better. Stroking me again, she only stops doing it when I grab her by the hair and push her back. She growls, struggling against my hold, and then breaks free from it; she goes for my cock again, but this time she goes with her hand. Grabbing it, she strokes me so fucking fast that I almost cum. I have to grit my teeth and will back my cum to wherever it comes from. She knows I’m on the verge, but she doesn’t let that stop her; fuck, I doubt she would stop even if I came all over her face.
With her free hand, she starts caressing my balls, rolling them over her fingers as she keeps on stroking me, her fingers tracing the whole length of my cock. Then, glancing at me with that deviousness of hers, she takes her full lips to my cock. When I think she’s going to take my twelve inches all at once inside her mouth, she stops right before her lips touch my cock; she looks into my eyes, teasing me, and holds her position. If I wasn’t spacing the fuck out, I’d just grab her head and force her down, but in the state I am now, all I can do is look at her completely powerless. Powerless, holy fuck, I can’t believe I’m using this word. When was the last time I have ever felt powerless? Probably when I was in my mother’s womb. I’m the kind of guy that knows what it’s like to live having power over everything around me. That's until I met Destiny, of course.
Slowly—so slowly it even hurts—she parts her lips using her tongue, and then reaches for my cock. She just brushes the wet tip of her tongue against my tip, but that’s enough to make me groan again. Fuck, if she keeps going like this soon enough I’ll be moaning like a woman.
“You’re fucking killing me, Destiny,” I blurt out, unconsciously lifting my hips up from the mattress while I try to push my cock inside her mouth. Of course, she doesn’t allow me that; she pushes me back down, and keeps circling my cock with these maddening movements of her tongue. Then, when I think she’s going to slowly lower herself over my shaft, she surprises me again; she opens her mouth as wide as she can and simply lets her head fall down.
I hold my breath as my entire shaft goes deep inside her mouth, a burning sensation spreading from my crotch to the rest of my body. She pushes herself down until my cock is pressed against the back of her throat, and only then she slides back out. Taking no breaks, she begins bobbing her head up and down the entirety of my twelve inches. Fuck, she’s turning a simple blowjob into an art form. When it comes to sex, Destiny is a fucking artist.
“More,” she mutters, popping my cock out of her mouth, “I need more than this.” She doesn’t wait for a reply and gets to work on fulfilling her own request: going up to her feet, she places her feet by the side of my thighs and then goes on all fours on top of me, her pussy and ass hovering over my face. She grabs my cock with one hand, angles it upward, and then dives into it without even letting me prepare mentally for it.#p#分页标题#e#
“Fuck,” I hiss as I feel my cock against the back of her throat once more. “This is-” She doesn’t let me finish. She lowers her hips, pressing her pussy against my face, and I have no other choice but to get to work.
Opening my mouth wide, I start running my tongue up and down her pussy, taking her delicious juices once more. She’s wetter than I have ever seen her, and that’s considering the fact that I fucked her right on Python’s stage. That was the fuck of a lifetime, but Destiny keeps raising the ante. Fucking hell, where has she been all of my life? Funny, right? Even after a short stint as a porn star, and even after owning a club where I’m a fucking rock star, it took me long enough to find a woman like her. Rest assured, I’m not letting go of her; no fucking chance in hell.