Her makeup was ruined, the cum running down her glazed face to drip on the dark material of her blouse. Elle left. Porn sex “Typical fucking white whore’” he continued. He threw the box of tissues from his desk to her, and she caught it reflexively. Does he, huh? His cock hardened in her mouth, thicker and longer as he approached climax. The trap had been set; he was confident she would call when she’d worked up the courage. He knew she needed cock — all women did — so the lengthy trips away from her husband, combined with some gentle cajoling soon paid off. Shy and reserved she may seem to the outside world, but he could see beyond her facade. Aggressively now, he started picking up the pace. Bull
He had lied. His face was hard; intense as he stared into her soft features. Many lesser men could never have turned her out the way he did, but he saw the possibilities from the start. The sexual animal lurking underneath was perfectly visible to him, and he intended to set it free. To her, it meant she was good enough. She squeezed her lips tighter, increasing her pace. Three, four, five spurts of dominance hit her face, coating her cheeks and nose.
