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Whap!

Whap!

She flinches and whimpers flexing her calves as she spreads her legs wider. I smack her cunt, again and again and again. She grits her teeth. Lets out a low growl. Another intense wave of heat shoots through her, I’m sure, as she bites her lip. I give her two more whacks of sweet torture, then bury my face back between her legs. Glide my tongue over and around her clit, then wet lips. I suckle and lick and nibble. Then dive my tongue inside her drenched heat. She grinds her hips and moans, coating my tongue in her sweet, slippery juices as she shudders out a moan of ecstasy.

I lick deeper.

“Ohhhh,” she whispers. “Don’t stop. Please. You make my pussy feel so good.”

My eyes flicker upward. A fire dances through me, causing my cunt to clench, my juices trickling out of me. Sweet surrender, I think, cupping Sasha’s pussy and pushing a finger back into her and curving it upward. My fingertip presses against her spot. And in rushing waves, Sasha comes fast and hard, her body shuddering as her pelvis crashes into the pleasure I have given her.

Who am I?

I am Laila Reynolds.

I am the Cum Master.

My pussy juice covers my fingers like a thick heated blanket as I ease them in and out of me; slow and purposefully, at first, then faster, rhythmically, smoothly. The heat of my pussy pulses around my fingers. I can feel my slick, silky walls clenching around my knuckles. I can’t believe how wet I am. How hot I am. Then again, that’s a lie. I am always wet. Always hot. Wet with want. Hot with need. Wet and hot with hidden desires. Unspeakable desires. Dirty wants. Filthy needs.

Rough and degrading.

Name-calling.

Hair-pulling.

Neck-biting.

Fucking.

Fucking.

And more fucking.

Deep and fast.

Hot and nasty.

Shamelessly misogynist.

Fucking me raw.

In my pussy.

In my ass.

In my throat.

Oh, yes! I love to fuck. Or should I say, be fucked. Love to be dominated—even smacked and choked to get my juices flowing. There’s no other way to say it. Fucking, being fucked, is heaven. It’s blissful. It’s oh, so, delicious! And there is nothing reprehensible about being fucked.

Give it to me filthy!

The dirtier it is, the nastier it is, the better. Period.

And there’s nothing more tantalizing than a hot, sweaty, cunt-throbbing, ass-pounding fuck. And, no, not the kind of fuck that involves having my pussy gutted or my asshole stretched by some big, ol’ black dingaling attached to some tall, dark, scrumptious thick-bodied man. Oh, no. I’m talking about dirty, sinful fucking.

The kind of fucking that’s laden with the smell of sweaty bodies—curvy and firm with beautiful breasts and wet, horny cunts; blanketed in soft moans, feminine wiles, and lascivious growls. The kind of fucking that is filled with reckless abandon and cum-slick fingers.

And that’s what I’m masturbating to right now—the thought of being fucked mercilessly, all three holes filled and stretched beyond their limits, by an array of beautiful women of all shapes and sizes—at my desk in my office, behind a locked door.

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