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... everything just right.” Her eyes narrowed. He smiled. “I bet he opens doors for you, holds your hand all the time, and stands up from the table when you go to the bathroom. I bet he licks your pussy till you mewl and fucks you till you moan.” “That’s right. That’s what a man should do for his wife.” “Oh yeah?” “Mmmhmm.” Her attention was on his dick again. Her grip on his cock tightened, pumping back all the way to the base of his cock. The side of her curled fingers formed to the outline of his nuts. Pursing his lips, he crouched, his dick pulling away from her grip. Stared her eye to eye. “I’d never be a gentleman, never love you. I’d lick you until you screamed and fuck you harder than you’ve ever been fucked before.” She bit her lower lip. Perused his body. “But you don’t want to be treated like a princess, do you?” He grabbed her under the arms and hoisted her up. “You want to be treated like a whore.” Her chin tilted up though her gaze moved down as she stepped closer, letting her skirt brush his cock. He grabbed her wrist before she could touch him again. “Follow me.” Without waiting for her approval, he pulled her to the bathroom in the corner of the room. Yanking her toward him, he grasped her other wrist. Pinned both hands to her lower back, and forced her to face the mirror. His cock bobbed against the silken outline of her crack. He looked at her reflection, the perfection ruined by lust. Reporters were surely outside the front gates now, waiting to talk to the ...

... new representative elect. No one else would see her like this, maybe never again. “What are you waiting for?” Her sky blue eyes were wild, those tits stretching the thick fabric of her politically correct dress. “Just savoring the moment. I like you like this.” “Wet and starving for your cock?” His balls tightened. Releasing her wrists, he trailed his hands over her dress and down the soft curves of her body as she held onto the granite counter. “Yes, but what I really like is seeing the real you. None of that pretension, premeditation, or self awareness. Just living in the moment.” He squeezed the firm humps of her ass. Eased his shaft further into her crack then pulled away, only for her to push the globes of flesh back into his palms. “Tsk tsk. So needy,” he murmured. Flattening his hands against her body, he slid them down her tapering legs until he found the hem of her dress. He scraped her bare thighs as he grasped the fabric and slid it up. Further and further, until it stretched over her perfect butt and revealed the scrap of sea-foam thong nestled in her ass crack. “Couldn’t help yourself? All those uptight opinions and control issues and you had to wear this slutty little thong underneath that icy exterior.” Clutching her ass, he spread her thick cheeks to see the line of bright fabric between them. Her breath was shaky. “Fuck me.” “I intend to.” He looked up into the reflection of her eyes. Letting the bunched dress hang at her hips, he grabbed a side of her little ...