Virgin for Sale

“Seriously?”

“Yes. Totally serious.”

“That’s crazy. Are you serious?”

“Deadly serious,” I say. “You’re wondering why I dropped out.”

“Well, yeah. You do know you’re known as one of the most determined and successful men in the world.”

“You’ve done research.”

“I didn’t have much choice. You wanted me to work close to you.”

Reaching over to the drawer beside the bed, I retrieve another condom. I want her sitting on my dick. Opening it up, I hand her the condom. “Put it on me, baby.”

She sits up, and I hold my cock for her as she slides the latex down.

I love it when she does this. I find it such a turn-on.

Holding her hips, I guide her over me, and she holds my length up, putting the tip to her entrance before sinking onto my dick.

We both moan at the same time.

She’s so fucking perfect.

see her tits, especially when they bounce

being told what to do.” At this she giggles, which

to listen to

know, but I didn’t want to. No one was going to tell me how to live my life. I left college after an argument

and it feels so fucking magical. I can’t get enough of her cunt

chest and back up, going to my shoulders. She

for her to do so. Her need is so apparent as she moves. There’s no way I can keep my hands off her. Cupping her

last bit of release before I take her hips

around me, I start to plow into her, fucking her the way I know she likes. My name is a constant echo as she calls it with each thrust of my dick within

stirring of my arousal creep down my spine until I finally erupt, slamming into her all the way and holding myself deep

around her, pulling her close. My dick is still inside her as I get her to rest her

enough for me. I need to have every single part

day, I hope to have the same success as you. I’d

inside is she doesn’t want my money or my life. She never asks for

to

come to me whenever she needs

moment, that is going to happen. I need her to crave me, to

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