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... “This isn’t about me. It’s about you. And how desperately you want to be something other than perfect.” Her warm fingers wrapped around his swaying cock. When she looked up at him, her eyes were dilated. Mouth open. Bingo. “Go on then, Tamara. You say you’re a bad girl. Prove it. You want that cock? Take it in your mouth and suck it like the bad girl you are. Show me what you’re made of.” His opponent’s mauve lips opened wider. Holding his gaze and thrusting out her tongue, she leaned forward to suck the tip of his cock inside. A moan rumbled through through Brad’s throat. His cock jolted at her mouth’s embrace, growing harder with every swipe of her smooth, wet tongue. Her touch was softer than her soul. Gentle and pleading, sucking and laving him like her salvation. But her eyes were calm, never closing for more than a blink. As if she were thinking, processing, and gauging his reactions. Unacceptable. He tried to clear his mind. Focus. “Tamara.” He shook his head. “Is that all you’ve got? You said you were a bad girl, a dirty girl. I expected more.” Eyebrows raising, she dragged her lips down his shaft, forming them to the curves of his cockhead before pulling off with a gasp. A translucent string of saliva snapped back to her lips. “What do you know about dirty girls, Bradley?” Trying find dirt. On me. Not gonna happen. He shook his head, taking hold of his stalk from her hands. She startled. Caressing her face, he stroked his wet dick. Then he pressed it against her ...

... soft cheek. Held her head closer to him with his free hand, stray tendrils of her hair flouncing over his wedding band. Precum oozed onto her face and slathered the head of his cock as he moved. She squinted her eyes shut. “Dirty girls don’t mind having their make up smeared.” The head of his cock kissed her eyelashes before dragging downward and leaving a trail of mascara. “They deep throat, they pay attention to balls and make love to your ass. I don’t think you’re a dirty girl. Just a pristine beauty queen playing pretend.” “I don’t touch ass. What are you, gay?” Her lips mouthed against his shaft with every word. Pressing his dick between her lips, he sighed. “Yeah, I’m gay. That’s why my cock’s in your nasty mouth.” She sucked in a breath, fresh air cooling the head of his cock. “Sodomy is a sin.” He stared down at her. Roughed up blonde hair, makeup smeared with her own saliva and his pre-cum. His dick bobbed at her lips before she maneuvered her warm mouth around his dripping head again. “Sodomy is a sin.” From the married, beauty queen politician who’s blowing me. “Get up.” Mouth pillowing as she dragged off his cock, her eyebrows raised. She licked her lips. Jacked his dick with her left hand, the diamonds in her wedding ring flashing. “Why?” Still challenging me. He shook his head. Stroked the side of her face with the back of his hand. “You know what I bet? I bet your husband treats you like a princess. I bet he wants you waxed and dyed, your nails painted and ...