Deep Penetrating Massage.p7

“I was just thinking since I’m still exploring my sexual side and you weren’t too subtle about maybe hooking up…” Tegan tilted her head coyly. “Wow you really handle rejection well.” “It wasn’t exactly a rejection.” Tegan shrugged. “We’re just two people talking. And I guess I’m interested to know what you’d like to do in bed you haven’t done before… aside from fuck me in the ass.” Tegan dropped that last line just as the waitress arrived with their bill. While she felt guilty taking a petty jab at Trevor at the expense of the girl, she felt it was relatively harmless. To her credit she barely broke stride and retreated back into the café to go about her business. Trevor likewise took it in stride, shaking his head with a smile as he slid a couple of small bills from his wallet pornstar onto the tray the bill was on, adding a coin to weigh them down against any sudden breezes. “Well, why don’t we walk and talk?” he suggested. “Where are we walking?” “My place?” Trevor queried. “If you’d like.” Trevor lived a short walk away in a studio apartment. Tegan learned he had moved there after taking the trainer job and typically put in as many hours as he could, sacrificing a chunk of his income to build equity in the gym with a goal of becoming a partner in the business, something he was on track to do within the next year. It was the main reason he was single, as he didn’t leave much time for a social life. While unsurprisingly he attracted a good amount of female attention, it seldom progressed beyond flirting as he avoided developing relationships with his clientele so his sex life mostly consisted of occasional calls from old flames who called him whenever they were having a dry spell, which he was more than happy to make himself available for as it was low-effort on his part.Generally his fantasies seemed to revolve around power, either using it, or being deprived of it. She’d delivered him a two-for-one on a silver platter, and completely spontaneously. She’d already helped him live out a couple of his fantasies: setting aside the adventures of the poker night, he’d had a fantasy of both rescuing a damsel in distress and her being so grateful she’d reward him with sex, and also of hooking up with someone semi-publically at his place of work. As the entered his apartment he mature abruptly took her by the throat, his large powerful hand gripping the side of her neck, and pushed her roughly against the door. She thudded against the wood with a strangled squeak of surprise and grabbed his arm, trying to pry his grip from her neck. “Trevor, please.” She pleaded, her voice hoarse. “Let me go.” “Shut the fuck up.” Trevor growled, his free hand snaking around behind her to unzip her dress. “You know what you came here for.” “No!” Tegan protested. “Not like this. Please!” Trevor pulled her away from the door put her in an arm lock, anal yanking the dress straps down big off her shoulders. He briefly released her arm long enough to pull her dress to the floor, leaving her only in her panties before pushing her onto the bed. Tegan quickly recovered and rolled off the far side of the bed trying to put some distance between her and Trevor, scanning the room for options. She made a break for the doorway between the kitchenette and bathroom, realising there was a small balcony she could call for help from. Unfortunately this brought her within Trevor’s reach again and he scooped her small form up easily, throwing her back onto the bed and pinning her down by the throat again, giving her a warning squeeze as he kicked off his shoes and began to undo his belt to shimmy out of his pants. “You bitches are all the fucking same. You talk a big game but when it comes to actually following through you protect your cunts like the holy fucking grail.” With his free hand he groped her small tits, roughly pinching her nipples making her squeal massage in protest, but he quickly silenced her with a sharp slap across the cheek. Ben was poking his nose in as he got a whiff of his favourite smell and once Jeff had refastened the lid he followed his nose to where the smell was strongest. 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I stepped in between them to sit in the chair as my legs were now getting tired from the standing and fucking. She asked about the other two folded money packets. She then moved to Mike's room and again she started to rub her crotch and her other hand went up to her breasts. "This is just a reminder that you are my slave, and as my slave, I have certain standards for your behaviors and attitude. You are so deep in me. I can feel you pushing against the back wall in there. I arched an eyebrow at him, knowing why he checked his phone. “Ooh, yes, yes, just like that,” I purred, my pussy grinding on Evie's hot lips. It would be Jimmy, the wealthy, privileged, classic Aryan blue-eyed blonde, who would be their slave. I live in the "perfect nuclear family."