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🕑 Added 2016-06-17 20:02:12 +0000 UTC Harley showed up around two, bringing Chinese food. She brought with her an aspiring model, Mary Batson, only eighteen years old. Jaime looked her over, rubbing his chin suspiciously.“Isn’t it a school night?”
Harley pashed. “C’mon, Mistah Reyes, don’t be a jerk. She’ll do anything to get a contract with you guys. Anything.”
Jaime looked Mary over again. Hard to tell how fit she was with her long, modest dress on—or how fun she could be. “She’ll have to change. Something a bit more festive.”
“I don’t have anything to change into,” Mary said apologetically.
Jaime looked over at Harley. “Could you lend her something, chica?”
“Sure thing!”
And right there on the porch, Harley reached for the bottom of her tight T-shirt. Smiling flirtatiously at Jaime, she lifted it off her torso. Underneath was a lacy red pushup bra, turning her pert but undersized teats into the mammoth orbs underneath her tee. Jaime smiled approvingly as she played with her nipples, then got out of the bra. She handed her bra to Mary. Her nipples were rock-hard.
Moving briskly, but eagerly, Mary stripped out of her dress. Her own bra was plain, white, functional. The red one looked much better on her. She had more to work with than Harley did, her large breasts now offered up to the eye like a scrumptious meal.
“Panties too,” Jaime reminded.
Mary was stripped to the waist, her dress unbuttoned. Now she shucked it down her legs and stepped out of it, while Harley turned her ass to Jaime and took a long time slipping out of first her cut-offs, then her tight pair of panties. They looked much better on Mary than the granny panties she had been wearing, and the tight shorts looked much better with a cameltoe in the middle. Harley put her shirt back on, her nipples pressing through the fabric. Together with Mary, the two looked like a modeling session just waiting to happen.
Inside, Bart and Ivy and Selina hadn’t bothered to dress. Jaime thought that made Mary a bit more comfortable with wearing only lingerie. Harley certainly didn’t seem to mind.
They ate the egg-rolls hungrily, washing it down with a bottle of sangria. Harley was acting expansively friendly with Mary. She clapped her on the shoulder and talked about how they’d met. Mary was a little more reserved. While Harley babbled on, she sat on the edge of her chair. Her frizzy pubic hair stuck out of the edges of the filmy pair of panties that Harley had gifted her.
Soon, she smelled a bare pussy. Looked over at Harley and saw that she’d put her heel under her thigh and was rocking back and forth, keeping her cunt pressed against her foot. No one noticed, or at least they pretended not to, letting Bart dominate the conversation as he went over how the deal with Tumba had come about.
It suddenly occurred to Mary that she had never felt so naked before, even wearing what clothes she had on—never been undressed in front of so many people. The thought gave her a moment’s nervousness, but also made her feel excited. Getting her big break would feel this way: all squirmy in the pit of her stomach.
By three, everyone was just a tiny bit smashed. Particularly Harley. Jaime opened another bottle of the place’s Scotch, sending Bart for more ice. Bart returned in a split-second, but collided with the table, knocking it a few feet to the left and overturning several cartons of take-out. Harley squealed as her chair was thrown over.
“Okay… think it’s time for me to call it a night,” Bart said. Ivy and Selina moaned in disappointed, pulling at him to try and get him to sit back down, but he shrugged them off. “Really am sorry, Jaime. I’ll have to leave you alone and helpless with those two.”
“Yeah, you’re a real pal,” Jaime said, sarcastically sarcastic. “Ivy, Selina, you going with him?”
“Absolutely,” Selina said. “His nice big hotel room should be just big enough for all of us.”
“And you’ll look after Harley?” Ivy asked.
“Of course.”
“Well, I’ll be talking to you in the morning,” Bart said, then blurred through the room, dressing himself and Ivy and Selina. He didn’t quite manage it perfectly—ending up wearing Ivy’s little black dress himself—but it was enough to be decent as he ran them back to the city. Ivy and Selina clung to him a little tighter than necessary before he took off.
That left Jaime and Harley and Mary, and they’d long since given up the pretense that this was a friendly get-together. Harley had taken off her shirt again, but not dropped it, instead letting it bind her forearms and censor her chest as she tugged the fabric in opposite directions in front of her. She giggled animatedly and stared at Mary. Mary in her translucent black panties to go with a skimpy red bra…
There was a moment of mild tension with the three of them alone, which seemed enough to amuse Harley into low giggling. Mary knew what it would take to get a modeling contract, and it was more than just her youthfully gamine looks, her pert and kinky little body, her long brown hair with strands falling in twin lightning bolts in front of her bare shoulders.
The knowledge made Mary nervous, despite how much alcohol she had consumed—she’d never gotten drunk before—and she had to remind herself of the crush she’d nursed on Jaime for so long, how much she’d wanted him even without the prospect of a modeling career, how she wasn’t a whore for doing this. Just pragmatic.
Judging from how happy Selina and Ivy had looked, it wasn’t even like it wouldn’t be fun…
“Well, this is cozy,” Jaime said. “Just the three of us. One little Mexican boy and two naked girls. Or… almost naked girls.” He smiled at Mary, pretending shock when she moved to take her panties off. “No, they’re nice. Leave them on. There’s something sexy about a girl leaving her braguitas on.”
“I’m glad you like them,” Mary said, trying to sound casual.
“Especially when she takes her bra off,” Jaime hinted.
Mary looked quickly to Harley for reassurance. Harley had rolled her cutoffs down a little lower on her hips, exposing the slight jut of her hipbone, and Mary watched her taut belly roll with pitched breaths as she poured them all another drink. Mary inhaled sharply and then undressed herself a little too, first opening up the hook in back of her bra, that small stripe of skin along her shoulder blades now shockingly bare. Then she lowered the bra away from her breasts, unable to breathe. It was the first time anyone had seen her tits other than her.
Jaime looked on appreciatively, smiling lustfully at the buxom young woman who was now almost naked before him. “Well now,” he said, “since we all know it’s that kind of party… why don’t we party?”
Mary made no move, suddenly paralyzed by uncertainty. She wasn’t used to being looked at. It seemed dirty. Not a bad-dirty, but not good either. Like sneaking a chocolate, doing something she shouldn’t—but wanted to. It felt so wrong and so nice at the same time.
Did he understand she was new to the business? That this wasn’t easy? She hoped he wouldn’t be mean about it, that he would care a little about her feelings… she didn’t think she could work with someone who didn’t bother with her feelings.
“Do you want to stand there?” Jaime asked, his voice soft. “Off in your own little world? Or do you want la fiesta? Come on over here, Harley. Stand real close. Where I can touch you. Maybe Mary here would like to watch.”
“No,” Mary said firmly. “I don’t just want to watch…”
The two women approached him, one on either side of the chair, Mary looking at Harley nervously, Harley giving her a reassuring smile. Though it was too crazed to be very reassuring.
Jaime looked from one to the other, smiling with deep satisfaction as he noted the apprehension Mary displayed, hiding behind her caramel-brown hair. It was too genuine and sincere to be faked, he decided. She really was quite… abashed. It turned him on, realizing this might be her first time. That very nervousness gave her all kinds of uses.
And Harley would be useful as well. Jaime enjoyed staring at her as she played with her disembodied shirt like a cat’s cradle, her breasts casually in view. She had plenty of experience—could be counted on to do what she was told.
But Mary, with her sweet and untested body, her curiosity and reluctance; that really interested him. He switched his attention back to her, stretching out one arm languidly and playing his fingertips over her trembling breasts. He saw her lips part, heard just a hint of a gasp issue forth. Just from being touched.
“Do I make you nervous?” Jaime asked.
“No,” Mary whispered.
“What then?”
“Eager…” Mary bit her lip, her teeth tiny and white. “I hear… there’s a reason Harley and Ivy and Selina stay with you. They get better offers, but they stay with you. Because you’re… good for them. You’re very, very good for them.”
“Is that so?” Jaime asked Harley, reaching his other arm out to delicately pet the firm young buttocks facing away from him as she stood at attention. Harley mouthed fuck as his fingers positioned themselves for a grope, but never squeezed. “Am I good for you?”
“Uh-uh. You’re bad. You’re so bad…”
She bent at the waist for a kiss, but Jaime turned his head at the last moment, facing Mary again. “Well, if you’re uncomfortable, why don’t you get comfortable?” he asked, ignoring Harley as she kissed his hairline. “C’mere, honey, between my knees. Get nice and cómodo…”
Mary’s body was still trembling, but she obeyed without question, her head spinning with the liquor she had imbibed. She just to do as he said, she resolved drunkenly. He took care of Harley, of Ivy, of Selina, her idols—he would take care of her. He knew so much more than her, about all these things, and if she just listened to him, soon she would be as experienced as Selina. As beautiful and perfect as Selina…
“Open up la cuadra,” Jaime grinned broadly. “Let’s see if el caballo has escaped.”
Mary’s hands were shaking badly, but Jaime graciously ignored them, waiting patiently for her to unfasten his fly and draw down the zipper. Harley perched on the arm of his chair and pulled at his hands, getting him to feel her firmly rounded breasts…
“Now take my cock out, Mary,” Jaime said, still softly, but raising his voice a little to be heard over Harley moaning as he massaged her breasts. “I’ve had a nice look at you, so it’s only fair you get a look at me…”
Then he obligingly raised himself up to allow Mary to draw his pants down over his hips, exposing his substantial cock nestled in his pubic hair. Mary tried to stop herself from shaking, but she was so nervous. What if she messed up? Pulled on it too hard, or bit it too deep? She’d heard how sensitive the things were, and if she made one wrong move and hurt Jaime, not only would she never forgive herself, but her modeling career would be finished!
To delay a little longer while she got her nerves under control, she fussed over him, pulling off his shoes and socks and removing his pants entirely. But as she looked at his cock, she knew that she could never not be nervous. Not until she’d proved she could handle all there was of that prick.
She had to do it. Not just for her career, but for herself. She had to show the world she could take even the biggest cock.
And Jaime’s just might have been the biggest cock. She fantasized about watching him jack off, his cock big and hard, his balls full. She licked her lips as she imagined the hot spurts of cum that would shoot out for her… right into her mouth.
She knelt before it like she was worshipping, her luscious ass-cheeks squirming over her feet, and her shining eyes never left the long red prick that faced her, a tiny drop of cream oozing from the head.
“Do you want a blowing job?” Mary asked boldly.
Jaime laughed. “I think you’re going to go far in this business, Niña. Yes, I would like a blowing job.”
“But it’s called a blowjob,” Harley said, and Jaime chastised her by flicking his finger at her ear.
Mary ran her hands up Jaime’s legs, hard and muscular, and decided it would be easier if she touched before tasting. Her fingers found their way to his heavily swinging testicles and she squeezed them lightly. They didn’t feel so strange. It was just flesh, after all.
His tip glistened even more brightly with a dollop of fresh precum, and in a sudden motion that made Jaime gasp, Mary’s tongue flicked out into it. She lapped his seed right up, her tongue gliding over what seemed to be the most sensitive parts of his throbbing cockhead.
It wasn’t enough for Mary.
Jaime let out a groan as her pink lips gently encompassed the big red knob, popping it into her mouth like a jawbreaker, just holding it there for a moment before her tongue greedily went to work. That first tentative taste had made Mary hungry for more, and now she eagerly lapped away at Jaime’s cockhead, layering her tongue with a film of his sweet taste.
She went at him with natural expertise, mouthing his half-hard cockhead like it was one big lollipop. She could feel his balls heaving as she pressed into them with her fingertips, and that made Mary remember that soon his cock would be bringing all the cum from inside them… to her. She sucked with fervor. It was big, fleshy straw, and she just had to suck on it harder, much harder, if she wanted his cum to flow.
When his cock twitched and swelled between her lips.
“Oh yeah!” Jaime groaned, hardly able to believe what a deft hand innocent little Mary was turning out to be with his cock. “That’s it, that’s real good, Mary. You’re a born cocksucker, Mary… a goddamn prodigio…”
“Mmmmmm…”
“Play with my foreskin. Use your tongue. You’ll get a lot more cum that way.”
“Mmm-hmmm!” Mary noted appreciatively, and in-between drags on his cockhead, she flicked her tongue over the wrinkled collar of his manhood. It was kinda fun, moving it around, pushing it down his cockhead and licking it up his glans. She could slurp on it as she sucked his tip, push and pull it with her teeth, and she felt the tremors in his cockhead grow even more violent. Finally, she nibbled on his foreskin, and felt a little rush of precum against her lips. It tasted even better now than before.
Until now, Mary had always thought that cock-sucking was an awful thing, something men subjected women to, and she would just have to endure it and maybe hope to get hers when he fucked her. But with Jaime’s cock fisting between her lips and his hands tangling in her long curls, urging her on, she found she was enjoying it. Not only that, but she loved the tangy taste of his cum. So much so that she wanted it all, every drop that was waiting for her in his big sagging balls. She wanted to gulp down just how good she made him feel.
With that intention overcoming all her inhibitions, she began to bob her head.
“Caramba!” Jaime’s cock shot up like an uppercut, slipping from Mary’s lips and sliding up her face until it was at its full, quivering height. Mary stared at it in awe. Her lips were at his balls. She had to roll her eyes up as far as they would go to see his cockhead. It was longer than her face, a thick monolith blocking out the middle third of her vision.
Mary rose from her kneel and took its head back into her mouth, then lowered her torso again. And back up, and back down, faster, faster, her mouth taking in more and more of his prick as she started squeezing and kneading his balls with her fingers, milking them for their rich, creamy cum in time with her deep sucks on his shaft.
“Muumm…. Uhhhmmmm…”
As she started tasting precum once more, Mary clamped down even harder on his stiffened cock, her lips forming a vise around it. With her agile tongue, she lashed the lust-swollen head on every downstroke, tormenting it before she plunged back down to try and take more of his shaft. Jaime breathed hard. She was arousing him to greater and greater heights, not just with her sucking, but with her growing desperation to please.
She was going to fit in nicely. As nice as his cock fit down her throat. Jaime smiled at the thought and looked back down at the young woman’s lewdly bobbing head, watching his throbbing cock appear and disappear between those glossy pink lips. All she needed was red lipstick. Then she’d be a picture of a cocksucker.
“Is she doin’ a good job with your cock, Mistah Reyes?” Harley asked, bobbing her head as she spoke as if in imitation of Mary’s sucking. “She don’t look big enough to take it all—not sure there’s room!”
“I think,” Jaime panted, “we’re making room. C’mere, Harl. I wanna show Mary here what she’s in for once I’m done with that mouth of hers…”
Harley squealed and trotted over, letting Jaime pull her down across his chest and kiss her as he played with her full, exquisitely formed breasts. Whenever Mary opened her eyes, all she could see was Harley’s deliciously svelte buttocks suspended a few inches from her face, and sometimes Jaime’s hand making a feel down into Harley’s pants to her moistly darkened triangle of pubic hair.
But with Harley clinging to him so tightly, Jaime was free to put his other hand on the back of Mary’s head, palming it like a basketball, and he held her in place as he rocked back and forth with his hips, penetrating her well-stretched mouth. Mary felt him delve into her throat as she saw a lewdly searching finger grinding away in the crotch of Harley’s pants, tenting the fabric outward and then seeming to disappear. Harley moaned low and sensually, somewhat from having the soft, delicate folds of her cunt being invaded, but also from feeling Mary’s eyes on her.
“It’s so much better when someone’s watching, innit?” she drawled. “Makes it so much more real… maybe once ya done slobberin’ on his knob, you can kiss my ass!” Harley gave her own butt a smack. “Or do ya want Jaime-rhymey to come in it first?”
Mary swallowed. Her mouth was filling with saliva, with the precum seeping from Jaime’s long, hard cock, and she just had to keep gulping it down, sticky and thick as it was, her throat leaden as it forced down more and more. As she swallowed again, Mary realized drunkenly how she’d fantasized about this. She had spent the day working up the courage to offer herself to this man, expecting to be disappointed, but secretly she’d wanted him to take advantage of her lowered inhibitions and drive her into screaming ecstasy. And he was, using her as he saw fit, making her give him all the pleasure, having her wait and be patient and swallow.
The very perversity of their actions—her depraved abandonment of hang-ups, his single-minded pursuit of satisfaction—was exciting her tremendously. She didn’t just want him to cum. She wanted him to take her virginity too… the very thing she’d hoped to avoid by offering him a blowjob.
But that was before she realized how good it would feel to get fucked. Harley was moaning up a storm, just from Jaime’s finger. It turned Mary on so much to have her there… someone else who could testify to what a whore she’d been. God, they would both be thinking of her that way—as nothing but a cocksucker. A cum-hole. But first, she had to make Jaime come…
Jaime seemed to have little problem with the idea. Freeing his hands from Harley, he ran both into Mary’s hair, petting it so approvingly as to make Mary swoon, then forcing her head up and down violently on his hotly thrusting cock. He used her sweet little mouth—the source of every joke and opinion and song she’d ever voiced—as just another hole to satisfy his animalistic lust.
“Fuck, you’re good at this, Niña. How can you be so good when you’ve never done this before? You thought about it, Niña? You been thinking about doing this for a while? Maybe practice? Suck on a popsicle, a banana, a cucumber? See if you can get it down into your throat and thinking it was me? Oh, Niña, I think that’s what you did! I think you’ve been wanting this cock a long time!”
Mary could feel his brutal instrument swelling and expanding even more inside her mouth until there was virtually no room for anything else. She choked and gasped for air, finding little as she was plunged down onto her rod. His cockhead, with its savory treats of precum, rammed into the back of her throat and stayed there. Mary sucked as hard as she could, not daring to admit defeat. She wouldn’t stop sucking, wouldn’t let him out of her mouth until she got his cum. She closed her eyes and concentrated on just not gagging.
And Jaime’s bloated balls beat a steady rhythm against her chin, saliva overflowing from her mouth to drip down to her heaving breasts, themselves swollen and feeling sorely neglected. Mary wished she could massage them herself, soothe their aching arousal, but her hands were busy, squeezing Jaime’s testes, stroking the base of his shaft where her filled mouth couldn’t reach. So she just redoubled her efforts to make Jaime cum, hoping that once he’d marked his territory from gullet to stomach, that he would fuck her.
Jaime sensed the change in Mary’s sucking, her new determination to please, and he knew he couldn’t hold out long against the lust he had inspired in her. He felt the tension in his groin build to an impossible level. Breath coming in seething blows, he tightened his grip on Mary’s head, not allowing her to stop before he came. He didn’t want her twisting away to spit. She would keep his dick in her mouth until every hot, sticky sperm had been accepted into her belly.
“Oh, God, yes! Milk my cock with your mouth! Do it! You’ve almost got that cucumber—all the way down, Niña! Just one more swallow and we’ll see if you can stomach it! Oh, Niña, you suck cock like a puta. You suck like a vacuum cleaner. You suck like Harley!”
There was a ringing and pounding in Jaime’s head as the flow of his seed began high up in his balls. The muscles of his abdomen went tight, following the example of the muscles that contracted and forced his cum through its narrow channel, pressing forward until it flew from the tip of his cock in a powerful spray, into Mary’s mouth and down her well-claimed throat.
His last violent thrust went deep, all the way to Mary’s tonsils, and he held it there as he came. Mary could feel the forceful blast of his climax on the roof of her mouth, on her tongue, in her cheeks, everywhere, as his seed came out in a volcanic eruption that never seemed to end.
The thick white cum spewed into her from his wildly aroused cock, filling her mouth with what seemed to be pints and pints of his sweet seed, and she gasped around his cock as she swallowed mouthful after mouthful of her prize.
“That’s a good girl,” Jaime groaned, his own body trembling with the power of his orgasm. “Good little Maria… Drink it all. Suck it down. Job’s not done until it’s all swallowed.”
Mary choked and sputtered until she had sucked away all but the half-hard erection itself, but Jaime made no move to pull his cock from her whitewashed mouth.
“Not bad for a beginner,” he moaned happily. “In fact, I think you could teach Harley here a thing or two.”
His cock was at half-mast, still thick and resilient, still big… and incredibly powerful, Mary thought, keeping it in her mouth. She wasn’t so sure the job was done yet. Not with more cum in his balls.
There was a smile of satisfaction and amazement on Jaime’s face. He tried to catch his breath for almost five minutes, his lanky frame sprawled across the chair he was sitting in, and Mary never relinquished his cock, even as Harley pouted at her and rubbed at Jaime’s treasure trail hintingly. Seeing the little dispute, Jaime pulled Harley into a hug.
“Go get a camera. I think it’s about time we see how our young model photographs. As for you, Mary Batson… that’s a terrible name for a model, by the way, we’ll have to change it… night’s not over yet. Since you’re so attached to my pito, why don’t you get him up and running again so we can do business? Go on, get back to work.”
Mary was more than a little stimulated herself, hearing that Harley would be filming her. As much as she liked the idea of being a good cocksucker for Jaime, she loved the idea of everyone seeing how good she was at sucking cock, at pleasing him, at getting his cum. Intellectually, she knew how awful that would be—but the thought was just so exciting! And she wasn’t ready to see the night end…
Up and down Mary pumped on his cock, taking it all the way down into her throat, then back up to the tip. She had learned a lot since she first put it in her mouth. Jaime may’ve had to drag her by the hair to teach her, but she knew now just how much she could take. She sucked on him hard, letting him feel the sliding softness of her lips, then the pressure of her sucking throat. Then she let his cock slip from her lips again, just as she felt his balls boiling. She wouldn’t let him come until he’d gotten hard as a rock for her.
It set up a churning in Jaime that he thought would drive him insane. His legs felt like rubber. There were constant waves of excitement jolting out of his balls. He was oversensitive from his first cumshot, and Mary instinctively knew how to approach the second one, taking him on a ride between pain and pleasure as she exerted his sorely used cock just enough.
“Dios mio, Mary, you’re gonna have me shooting my load again just like that!” he moaned.
When she heard that, she began to piston her head up and down on his cock, squeezing him with her fingers. He was getting real hard, real fast, and she didn’t want to wait anymore. Fuck waiting. She wanted his cum and she wanted it now. She wanted him to know he’d been gone down on by the best cocksucker to ever lick her lips. She wanted to turn him into a minuteman.
She twisted and turned her head as she sucked, feeling the bulging veins of his shaft glide over her lips. Her cunt ached. It was hot as hell, soaking wet. She felt a burning need to come herself, to join Jaime as he got off. Holding his cock with one hand, she let the other go under her panties, and she played with her wet cunt as her head bobbed and weaved and she sucked him as hard as she could.
Then Jaime’s belly tightened convulsively. His legs flew apart. He was spread wide open, and she filled his lap with her pistoning head and flying fingers.
“Ohhhhh, now!” Jaime shouted. “I’m coming now!”
He let loose a spurting load of hot cum, even bigger than the last one. It pushed its way down her throat, the backwash filling her mouth and trickling out the corners of her mouth. She swallowed, a little kissing noise coming from her as she used her mouth to squeeze his prick for more. She savored the taste and let it run over her tongue. She couldn’t believe how creamy it was.
Just as she had almost finished draining his hot prick, her eyelashes fluttered wildly, face contorting with lust as she neared her own masturbatory crest. She gasped around the cock in her throat, using it as no more than a gag for her growing moans. Then her eyes opened.
She gasped again, seeing Harley there. She almost thought that she had blacked out—that Jaime had fucked her throat so hard that she’d passed out from a lack of air—and that she was having a wild dream. Except, even in her dreams, she was the one watching, not the subject, the object of bestial attention like she was now.
This time, Harley was the one sitting on the floor, filming with one hand, fucking herself with the other. She was getting off on what Mary was doing. They both were getting off of it.
Mary blinked, realizing it was not a dream, just the stuff of dreams. And, feeling Harley’s eyes upon her, Mary creamed on her delving fingers.
She didn’t let out a sound, but her back stiffened and her eyes rolled back in her head. Her face turned upward. Her mouth was wide open, the look on her face straddling the line between ecstasy and torture. She shook from head to toe as she fell prey to an orgasm that started deep in her cunt and reverberated all the way through her. She felt it in her toes.
Her hands twitched. She felt exactly how sticky they’d become from Jaime’s sweaty balls. It was like time stood still for a moment.
Then, after that exquisite split-second she spent in another world entirely, Jaime pulled out of her throat and her head fell forward, all the cum she couldn’t swallow spilling between her breasts. It was like a paint can had been overturned. Mary smiled as she watched the river of cum pour between her legs. She hoped her cunt would look like that again, very soon.
Jaime settled back into his seat, and Mary leaned forward with him, feeling his satiated cock pushing against her cheek as if still wanting her mouth. She loved this man, Mary thought. He was just cock and balls, cum and sweat, he only wanted to fuck her. And she wanted nothing in the world so much as to be fucked by him. Even now, his cock was stirring. Not only was it huge, but it never seemed to get soft. And he could come more than anybody Mary had ever even heard of. No wonder Harley and Ivy and Selina had looked so satisfied.
Harley and Ivy and Selina and now, her.
She lay there for a while, Jaime’s hairy legs around her, and she basked in the sweet afterglow of their shared climax. Spilling cum and swallowing it.
“You really know how to treat your clients right, Mr. Reyes,” she murmured. The flesh of her face tingled where his prick nudged against her. As she made a pillow for herself of her arms, she held his cock in her hand and told herself it was true. She had a ten-inch cock in her hand. She’d had it in her throat too.
Even though she had been sucking on it for the better part of the night, it was still hard for her to believe. She looked at it, felt it, even licked it once more to be reminded of its taste. Who would ever believe that such a big, beautiful cock was real? She almost had to pinch herself to check if she was dreaming. It was exactly the kind of cock she had fantasized about. And this would be the kind of fuck she would fantasize about for a long time to come.
When she wasn’t reenacting it.
“Mary Marvel,” Jaime muttered, half-asleep. “That’s what we’ll call you, Niña.”
“You can call me anything you like,” Mary said, staring at his cock as if addressing it.
Hands and face curled around it like a teddy bear, she fell asleep kneeling at Jaime’s feet.
Watching them, Harley made herself come again.
