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In a New York Minute - Part Twenty-Four - Chapters 91-94
Date: 12/20/2023, Categories: Novels, Author: techgoddess
... balls. He was careful not to thrust too forcefully, concerned about triggering her nausea. Noticing that he was holding back, she grabbed his hands and placed them on her head, encouraging him to use her like a fuck toy. His eyes glazed over as he fucked her face. “God, baby! Nobody sucks cock like you!” Her tongue swirled as she worked him deeper into her slutty throat, rolling his sac in her hands. Suddenly, she poked a finger into his ass and felt his body tense up. “You naughty little slut! I bet you want your pregnant, married pussy fucked, don’t you? But my first load is gonna coat you and mark you as my whore!” Grace’s pussy was dripping and needy. But she knew it wouldn’t take Mac long to get hard again if he came on her face and tits. So, she continued devouring his prick like a hungry vixen. “That’s right! Keep sucking Daddy’s cock like a good little whore. Fuck yeah! I’m gonna fucking spray you with my jizz, you wicked slut!” Mac pulled out and quickly shot rope after rope of sticky hot seed on her cheek, her chin, and her voluptuous breasts. “Such a pretty cum slut! Wipe the semen off your face with your fingers and lick them clean. But leave the cum on your tits. I want you to remember when I fuck you that you belong to me.” Grace reveled in delight at how dirty he was talking to her. It was such a turn-on! This was precisely what she needed to feel sexy and alive again. It had been a challenging, tiresome week, made worse because they ...
... hadn’t had the energy to see to each other’s needs. She’d been too worn out for sex all week. But this was exhilarating as fuck! Mac could see the change in Grace. Her eyes shone with a lusty playfulness, and her body practically hummed out loud. He’d been remiss in not insisting they make love or at least have a hot, quickie romp at some point during the week.Note to self: regular sex is a need, not a want. He led her to the bed and secured her wrists to the best posts with his tie and his belt. Stripping off his clothes, he climbed between her legs and planted wicked, wet kisses everywhere but where she needed them most. “Fucking lick my clit!” she begged. Then, remembering her submissive role, she added, “Please, Sir. My pussy is aching for your tongue.” Mac toyed with denying her, but he remembered the purpose of this decadent session. As his tongue connected with her clit, she started grinding against his mouth. He pulled away to tease her for a moment. “Such a greedy slut! I love it when you’re so impatient and eager to cum.” “Stop talking and eat my cunt!” Mac laughed internally, not bothering to stop again and reprimand her for not remembering to ask or call him Sir. It wasn’t necessary. His goal wasn’t necessarily to dominate her; more than anything, he wanted to give her the release she sought and needed so desperately. She came hard in waves, feeding him her sweet honey, drenching his chin. He moved up the bed to share her nectar, removing ...