Page 103 of Roulette: The Madam

“Good fucking girl,” I praised her. She remained calm, allowing me to have my way with her throat.

I fucked her mouth slowly, reducing the stress I was putting her on by backing up slightly. I wanted the experience to be pleasurable. The tears in her eyes let me know she was on the verge of emptying the contents she’d just filled her stomach with.

“Suck that motherfucker.”

I halted, engaging her completely. She used her right hand for balance, grabbing the base of my dick and lifting lightly from the table. For a brief second, I peered toward the end of the table. Her pussy was stuffed in Jayla’s mouth. Her feet were propped up on the table, and her breasts were begging for my attention.

I cupped the left one in my hand. Still, I wasn’t satisfied. I leaned my frame until I was able to suck her left nipple into my mouth. The right nipple followed.

“Uhhhh.” She moaned, squirming beneath me. “Yessssss.”

Her left hand lowered, landing on Jayla’s head. She began the ascend that would lead to her peak. She grinded her pussy against Jayla’s tongue, never missing a beat as she stroked my dick with her mouth.

“Ummmm. Fuck. Yessss. Yesss. Ughhhh.”

Her right hand fell from my dick and cupped both of my balls. I clenched my ass cheeks. Roulette multitasked too well.

“Fuck. I’m cumm—- ohhhhh. Fuccccck.”

Her lava flowed from her piping hot volcano. I dislodged my dick from her mouth, rounded the table, and wasted no time shoving it inside of her. Jayla hardly budged. Her lips found my balls and began giving them a thorough inspection with her tongue.

“Shit.”

Roulette raised up from the table. This wasn’t part of her plan, but it didn’t matter. I was home.

“Israel– uhhhhh.”

“So fucking pretty, Princess. So fucking pretty.”

She was like fine China. One wanted to enjoy the beauty of the dishes while simultaneously reserving them for special occasions or preserving them for generations to come. I was between a rock and a hard place, but it felt so good to be here. She felt so good.

“You gone make me bust in this shit,” I groaned against her lips. “Fuck.”

Her pussy had powers. Superpowers. Combined with Jayla’s vacuum of a mouth, I hardly stood a chance.

“Fuck her,” she pled.

“Princess,” I moaned, unable to stop the semen approaching the tip of my dick.

“Fuck her,” she repeated herself as she squeezed her pussy muscles and sunk her teeth into the side of my face.

“Urgh, shit.”

I ejected my pole from her water just before it exploded.

“Fuck,” I fussed.

I looked down at an amused Roulette. She hiked her feet on the table again and pushed me further away.

“Jayla,” she called to our server.

She popped up from underneath the table.

“Yes?”

“Bend over, love, he has something he wants to give you.”

Dick.

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