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.

like this where I can see her tits, especially when they bounce as I fuck

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

supposed to

going to tell me how to live my life. I left college after an argument with a professor, and

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

up, going to my shoulders. She uses me as leverage to ride

off. She touches her clit, and I lie back, letting her take control. It’s so rare 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 tits, I tease the

wait, allowing her to have every last bit of release before I take

I know she likes. My name is a constant echo as she calls it with each thrust of my dick within her

stirring of my arousal creep down my spine until I finally

still inside her as I get her to rest her head on my chest. Running my fingers through her hair, I listen to our pants that

isn’t enough for me. I need to have every single

I hope to have the same success as you. I’d love to give

she doesn’t want my money or

to depend

come to me

I need her to crave me, to not

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