PROLOGUE:
I stare deep into her eyes as they roll. I can feel her quivering around my cock, so I thrust past the resistance.
Her makeup remains perfect, not an ounce of sweat on her face as she arches with practiced precision. She cums like she’s giving a top-model performance. Nothing erotic about it, just a good release at the end of the day.
Her violent moans come from deep within, so I know I’m at least doing my job. Her fake nails digging into my back are the only thing that turns me on.
“Harder….harder...” she screams.
I lift her leg over my shoulder, thrusting like I love her shit, but I’m forced to concentrate.
“YESsss….right there! RIGHT THERE!” she screams again.
And the award goes to…
She reaches for her hair, then catches herself, remembering her extensions are too perfect for this performance. So I lean back and flip her onto her stomach.
A hard smack to her ass, and I’ve got that weave tangled in my fingers. I grip in tight, pulling at the threads. She screams, so I buck into her until she’s crying through another convulsion.
I want that makeup to smear!
Injections be damned!
Maybe I’m looking for something real in my world, but this woman ain’t it. She sees me as a dick more than a man, and I can’t connect to her feminine character.
At least I’m trying…
Seeing her fingers grip my sheets gives me the edge to feel those tingles. My spine convulses and my balls swell.
I’m so fucking hard…
Needing that last push, I cup her pussy, my fingers rubbing at her clit like a madman.
“OH, GOD!” she groans.
She reaches for my hand as her perfect face implants into my sheets, and I ride it all the way home!
