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

what to do.” At this she giggles, which quickly turns into a moan

supposed to listen to

me how to live my life. I left college after an argument with

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

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

so. Her need is so apparent as she moves.

have every last bit of release before I take her hips and turn her so that

her, fucking her the way I know she likes. My name is a constant echo as she calls it with each thrust of my

hands above her head, I ride her hard, watching, feeling the first stirring of my arousal creep down my spine until I finally erupt, slamming into her all the way and holding myself deep within

close. My dick is still inside her as I get her to rest her head on my chest. Running my

to have every single part of her all to

she says. “One day, I hope to have the same success as

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

want her to depend on

come to me

moment, that is going to happen. I need her to crave me, to not be

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