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Giselle sighs, and I glance at her. “Hyperspermia is when a man ejaculates an excessive amount of cum.” My eyes widen, my heart skipping a beat. Her lips twitch, knowing precisely what I was thinking.
Turning back to Mr. Hastings, I try to hide my excitement. “Okay, and what else?”
“Yes. Blowjobs all day, that’s fine. But I want you to cream my cunt in the mornings. To be honest, I have a major cum kink and love creampies, but I don’t want children. And I refuse not to experience feeling you pump an excessive amount of cum inside of me.”
I fan myself just thinking about it. Will he start to ooze out while his dick is still inside? If I sit up, will it pour out of me like melted ice cream?
“You… want my cum?” He finally asks. I squint, looking between them. “Is there ano...
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I realize how much taller he is than me. I would usually be in heels, making me more even to his jaw, but my dirty white converses have me below his shoulders. And holy fuck, did that turn me on. I love when men make me feel small and tiny like they could just fuck me into the ground.
There was no point in going day to day in a bad mood or dwelling on things you can not change. I know I was fortunate not to struggle with my everyday life, and I try to sprinkle happiness whenever I can.
“Please come on me, Mr. Hastings. Drench me with your cum,” I beg, pushing my bottom lip out to pout.
want you to come on me. Come on my tits, face, stomach, my pussy. I want to see it. Make me messy.”
“If you want me to come inside you, it needs to be soon.” She hums, gazing at me with a wicked smile. “Come, Mr. Hastings. Come all over us.”
My cock throbs, her cunt strangling it as I watch her paint her skin with my seed. It did something to me, making me preen with masculine pride as if I was marking her.
It has been over a decade since I had sex, but I am positive it only feels this phenomenal because of the person sitting on my cock, and not the act itself.
I pinch at her clit, and growl. “Come on my cock, baby so I can fill your pussy up.”
God, he is hot. He may be shy and need guidance in the bedroom, but the board room is his domain. I swear one of the men cowering at the table is about to cry, and my panties are wet at the thought.
I lick my lips and cross my legs, squeezing my thighs tighter. “I can see your nipples poking out,” Jackson whispers. I tilt my face slightly toward him. “I’m so fucking turned on. I need him to dominate me like this when we get to the hotel.”
The feel of her bare skin against mine is quickly becoming an addiction I'm not sure I want to stop.
