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,

I found it boring, and I hated being told what to do.” At this she giggles, which quickly turns into a moan as I slam

to listen to

going to tell me how to live my life. I left college after an argument with a professor, and never looked back.” Sliding my hands up,

so fucking magical. I can’t get enough

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

to get 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

of release before I take her hips and turn her so that she’s

likes.

down my spine until I

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

for me. I need to have

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

twists me up inside is she doesn’t want my money or my life. She

want her to depend on

me whenever she needs

her to crave me, to not be able

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