He thought I was going to be an easy lay. We met at a bar. He bought me drinks, and then we danced to blaring sound, his erection poking my ass through my Italian skirt. Still, I give him my number. I was feeling adventurous. Besides, I can spot a wannabe alpha douche from a mile away. He thinks he’s so tough, but he’s scared to death of a challenge to his fragile masculinity. And that’s why I’m going to destroy him. We head back to my place and he thinks he has the upper hand. Sure, I’m a little tipsy, and I purr when he fondles my body, ushering me towards my bedroom. I head straight for his fly until I finally have his hot, thickening rod between my lips. I moan, sucking it lower and lower, expertly taking it into my throat. I’m rewarded by deep groans. Oooh, baby, I’ve gotta fuck you, he moans. He’s putty in my hands. I move him to the bed, pushing him down on his back as I undress and straddle him. I gasp in pleasure as his wide cockhead pushes into my entrance. As we fuck, I remove a pair of handcuffs from behind the pillow and quickly bind his hands, attaching them to the headboard. He looks up, in surprise. What’s this?! Shhhh, I quiet him. ìI know this is what you need. I’m in control of you now. And quickly I’m pressing the head of my huge red dildo into his asshole. He screams, and I cover his mouth, thrusting harder. As it pops past his virgin sphincter, I see a noticeable change wash over his face. I apply more pressure, finding his prostate, and his cock immediately hardens. See that, baby. Your ass is mine.
Gemma
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