Page 58 of Café Diablo

“I’ve sucked that cock before with both my mouth and my pussy,” I say wickedly, egging him on. “I know how delicious you feel when you come.”

He closes the space between us, those dark eyes ready to punish.

He caresses my ass softly, brushing off the remaining sand as his fingers drag across my supple cheeks in long strokes of his hand. My ass nuzzles against him, lost in his spell, when suddenly the tip of his cock is at my entrance and I’m molten.

“Oh wow!” I rasp out, as he lashes the head of his cock through my aching folds. He does it several more times, making my pussy clench and tremble. The barbarian! “If I wasn’t—” I gasp for breath, “clear before—” I moan, savoring the velvet thickness of his head. “I’d like to be fucked, Counselor. I’m currently having a dirty fantasy where you bend me over that hard, wooden bench in your courtroom and punish me for—”

Edwin pushes inside me!

“Just like that!”

My pussy ripples with pleasure as he stretches me on his cock. He’s thicker than I remember, or maybe I’m just extra tight because we’ve skipped the foreplay and gone straight to the main event, but he fills me so sinfully, I drop my head forward in prayer.

“If I see a single fleck of glitter on your pristine body,” Edwin growls, pushing deeper into me until I take his full length. “We’re stopping, you understand?”

“Uh huh,” I nod, breathing out in wicked duress. I’m not sure that’s a promise I can keep. I showered earlier, but glitter is—well, it’s a beautiful mess that gets everywhere and lingers.

Edwin stops at the hilt, his thighs brushing softly against my ass and making me wonder if he’s found an incriminating speck of gold on my wickedness. He holds me there, precariously open, my knee aching against the dash and my thighs wide—his cock deep inside me.

I’m full—impaled and waiting, overly aware of every inch of his incredible thickness filling me. He doesn’t move, the anticipation building, the tiny muscles inside my pussy starting to clench and suck on his wicked length.

“Do you hear that Olivia?” he coos, massaging my ass. “That glorious silence of you not talking because I’ve—” He pulls back wickedly and thrusts again, making me wail.

“Oh fuck!”

He grabs my hips and starts to pound, plunging his velvet rod into my greedy cunt. I’m dizzy with how hot and furious he is, and how intense and feverish my body’s reaction. My hands dig into the seat cushions as I push back against his barbaric assault, my pussy sucking and quivering with each rhythmic punch.

“Yes,” he agrees, grunting through his thrusts. “It seems my cock needs to be down your throat or deep in your pussy for you to—”

“Oh yes! Don’t stop,” I cry out, already delirious.

Edwin leans over me, reaching around to my front and yanking my tank top down. My breasts spill out and he rakes his palms across them with a fierce manliness.

“Yes!” I chirp out. “Oh, Counselor! Punish me for being a naughty witness.”

Edwin’s hands clutch my swinging breasts, turning my nipples to buds of blazing copper that he assaults. He’s wild and out of control, his hands clutching and raking and making me howl.

His cock continues to pump as he drags one of his hands from my unleashed chest to reach up and clutch my throat. It’s vicious and powerful, and all I can do is submit, gasping for breath as he bends me back toward him—into a perfect arch—building tension in my spine and cunt.

I’m a string, ready for him to pluck as his cock pounds into me. He lifts himself up, crawling into the cab of the truck to fuck me harder, the intensity of his thrusts are untamed and feral.

He’s an animal.

I’m bent open—leg on the dash, arched back, his hand on my throat pulling me taught. I’m a rocket about to blast! Each stroke of his cock feels like a hot iron of barbaric pleasure igniting my insides!

“Oh God, Counselor!!” I cry out. “Punish me! Harder! Oh please—”

He grabs my hair and yanks my head back, and we’re so out of control that my thighs burn and my core erupts. I yell into the night and come—brilliantly—gasping his name as each thrust of his cock takes me to a new level.

“Yes! Yes!”

I hear him growl, following me to climax, his hand on my throat squeezing and vicious, elongating my orgasm. It’s delirious and I pray I’ll get to be punished by Edwin Voss just like this many more times.

I cry into the sharp wind of the surf, the ocean crashing beside us.

He continues to fuck, raw and unhinged, as I come down from the hurricane of being ravaged by him. He grabs my ass and pounds me onto his cock, letting his own feral grunts blast into the night. It’s so coarse and wicked that I’m pretty sure he’s never fucked anyone like this. He’s completely let go.

Hell,I’venever been fucked like this by anyone! And truth be told, I won’t be able to bend over in front of Edwin again without hoping I get a replay of this ferocious display.

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