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Politics

... Heat swarmed his veins from his sternum out, into a crescendo that fed the bounding thickness of his cock. The memory of Ginger’s intense gaze burned into his mind. “ ...do whatever it takes ,” she’d said. His wife had never taken anything for granted, was as resolute about him getting a seat in politics as he was. It was a goal they’d shared. When he got into office, they’d take it as a partnership, him as the face. The world was too bruised and chaotic, taken over by ignorant yet over educated people with power problems. It needed soul within the soulless, representatives that cared about its people and its problems. “ Whatever it takes.” Ginger was anything but clueless. She had to have expected Tamara to flirt with him or throw herself at him. Yet she’d given him permission. Why? Tamara’s manicured fingernails dragged down his chest, over his abdomen. Pale blue eyes warm as ice. Everything about her screamed beauty and perfection, though she was nothing but a snake and a whore. But if there was nothing else pure about Brad, he trusted his wife. His opponent’s hand drifted over his belt, her fingers squeezing his dick through his soft slacks. “Do you like it when I cup your big cock, Bradley?” The sheer act of breathing was all he could manage. Her lips drew together in a pout. Tilting her head to face him fully, her palm slid up and down his cloth covered shaft. Gaze on his mouth. She licked her lips. She wants me to kiss her . Brad straightened, his grip on the ...

... leather chair relaxing. “What do you want? You want my cock inside you? You want to be a bad girl with me and sleep with your opponent? A married man.” A gasp escaped her mouth. Licking her lips again, she nodded. Stepped forward. Her breasts pressed against his chest as her hand feverishly worked his exalting dick. “Say ‘yes, sir.’” Her hand hesitated then stroked lower, fondling his balls only to slide all the way back up his thriving cock. Ignoring the pulse of his dick, his gaze never left hers. He waited. “Yes. Sir .” Her painted eyes narrowed, two paper-thin ridges gathering between her brows. “Good. Get on your knees.” Tamara’s hand faltered. Her gaze drifted back and forth from his eyes to his mouth. “Do you have a problem with that, Tamara?” A smile ghosted her lips. She shook her head. Cocking her head to the side, she lowered to the floor until his crotch was inches from her perfect face. “You want me to do this, then?” She reached forward. Wrested the tail of his belt to the side and flicked it from its groove. Clinking it open, she grasped his waistband. Unsheathed the button. Lowered the whimpering zipper and let his pants fall to his ankles. He nodded. Slow and steady. “You’re not so perfect after all, are you, Bradley?” Her fingernails scraped his bare skin as she hooked them under the waistband of his boxer briefs and tugged it down. His swollen cock bounced next to her face as she looked up at him. “You want to share this dick with someone other than your wife?” ...