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Neuro submission transmitter 6

... hard nipples prominent through the thin material. She slips the top off and presses her hard nipples against my bare chest, while pushing her tongue into my mouth. My cock responds immediately and I cup her ass cheeks through her shorts as I grind against her. "What's this about another transmitter?" Maggie asks, as she pulls off my shorts, releasing my hard cock from its confinement. She pushes me down on the couch and slips her own shorts and panties off. I run my hand through her hairy bush, as she straddles me on the couch. With her knees against the outside of my thighs, she positions my cock against her moist pussy lips and sits down hard, impaling herself on me in one motion. "Mmmmmm." I moan, as Maggie slowly rocks up and down, brushing her hard nipples against my chest. "Apparently, Harry gave dad a crude version of the transmitter in exchange for his financial backing." I say, thrusting my ass off the couch to match Maggie's rhythm. "It's a box he keeps in his office and he uses it to control his clients." As we fuck, I tell her the whole story about the supermodels, the parties, the cameras and even about fucking Christina. By the time I finish my story, Maggie is bouncing up and down like crazy, her large tits slapping against her chest. I catch them with my hands and squeeze them, relishing the feeling of real meat against my palms. "God! I feel like a fucking teenager!" Maggie cries out, clenching her pussy around my cock and wrapping her arms around my ...

... shoulders, hugging me to her. "I just can't stop having sex." She giggles, as I blow my load inside her palpitating pussy. "Making up for lost time, I guess." She looks in my eyes as her pussy muscles milk my cock dry. "I fucked all day yesterday, last night with Frank, again this morning before he went to work and I couldn't wait to get over here to fuck again. And I cum hard every single time!" She kisses me f***efully; a silent thank you for using the transmitter to make her whole again. "Now." Maggie says, leaning back, my cock still buried inside her hairy pussy. "What are we going to do about your dad and that narcissistic bitch?" She asks. "First, we need to get him to forget about Uncle Harry's estate." I answer, casually playing with Maggie's large tits. The shape and feel remind me of Caroline and I think about Maggie's fantasy. "Do you want revenge, also?" She asks, closing her eyes, as I tweak her thick nipples. "I don't know." I answer, honestly. "I hate them, but he's still my dad. It's weird." I answer, as I get more aggressive with Maggie's nipples; pinching and twisting them. "Mmmmmmm." Maggie lets out a low moan. "If anyone can understand loving someone who hurts you, it's me." She says, quietly. "Okay, well if that's all you want, that's easy. We'll just go see him and you can use the transmitter on him to make him leave your mom alone." As Maggie is talking, she's massaging my dick back to life with her pussy. Rolling her hips forward and back in slow, easy ...