Politics
Date: 12/30/2015,
Categories:
Hardcore
Author: Delphi
... soft hump of her shaven mound and between the soft embrace of her swollen lips. Slipping over her natural lube, he found the protruding pearl of her clit. Pressed. She gasped. “Five.” “You love this. Fucking the woman who beat you to Congress.” Her pussy became wetter. Tighter. “I do.” He thrust harder, pounding his cock into her. Her honey splashed his balls. Lacquered his fingers. “Four, bitch.” “Fuck me into an orgasm and I’ll suck the cum right out of your cock.” “Three.” “I’ll go out there to those goddamn reporters with the taste of your sperm still on my tongue. You like that? Huh, Bradley?” His balls screamed for release, tightening more than he could ever remember. His dick felt like it might pull away from him and fuck her brains out itself. “Two.” “Give me that dick, baby.” The control in her voice faltered. “Fuck me. Fuck me like the dirty bitch I am.” “One.” “Oh god.” Her pussy contracted around him just as he pulled out, denying her release. “No!” Tamara’s eyes flew open. She wrenched up and around, grabbing his forearm as he turned to leave. “Where do you think you’re you going?” Her breasts heaved with the feral tone of her voice. He grinned. “You’re going to beg me to take that prissy little ass of yours or I walk. What’s the matter, Tamara? Afraid of some cock? You’re a little fucking whore who cares nothing for anyone else but yourself. Your pleasure. Your command.” He tilted his head, eyes narrowing as his cock throbbed. “I don’t want your whore buffet. ...
... I want your delicacy. I want to open up that little asshole and fuck you the way you deserve.” Her gaze lowered to his cock. She reached down. He caught her wrist, circling his hand around her skinny gold watch. Tamara looked up, eyes focusing on his. Bit her lip. Brad raised his eyebrows. “Tell me what I want to hear.” “Fuck... my ass.” Softness held her voice, as if the mere plea had broken her. Guilt tugged at his heart, but his hand was already pumping his wet, swollen cock. “Turn around, Tamara. Hold onto the counter top. I’ll go easy on you.” Breath fluttered from her open lips as she glanced down at his cock. Then met his eyes again. She nodded. Slipped her arm from his grip and stepped back. Turning around to face the mirror again, she looked at him in the reflection. Her nails rapped against the sink as she held on and bent over. Fuck. Brad’s gaze slid down to her spread ass. Perfection. The same clear honey that soaked her swollen pussy smeared her little star. She widened her stance, ass wiggling, and bent over further. Her asshole gasped open with the movement, the little opening promising snug heat and liberation. Walking behind her, he slid his cock between her legs, his cockhead basking in the wet heat of her pussy. He glanced at her rosy face in the mirror. Looked at the demure dress covering her breasts in the reflection. The way her body curved like a violin. He swept his hands up and down her silhouette, bringing his fingers to a rest at her bunched dress. ...