What's home, if not the first place you run away from? What's love, if not that unexplainable, blazing feeling which comes after a period of hate?
Reputable for her catchy appearance, her over-niceness, her obsession with cartoon animations and her...
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Chase Atlantic - HEAVEN AND BACK.
TW: I don't really know what to say, but it gets a bit rough.
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WHILE MY LAST EXPERIENCE with dick didn't go really well, I was liking this one. For someone so impatient and grumpy, Mr. Ash is a superb blowjob teacher.
A good teacher with great vocal cords as well.
I can't figure out how I ended up here. I should've stood my ground, told him 'no' when I had the chance. But somehow, Mr. Ash always gets under my skin.
He's been cruel—he's hit me, threatened me and my family more times than I can count. Yet, he still manages to pull something out of me I can't resist. It's like there's this magnetic force between us, indifferent to the chaos surrounding us, pushing us together at every opportunity.
And each time I let him get close, that pull only grows stronger. It's relentless and spiteful, drawing me toward him, demanding I surrender to him completely, to give up my vulnerability to his ruthless power.
He's damaged me beyond repair, unapologetically so, and yet, here I am—on my knees, wanting more. The funny part? I'd do it all over again, just to hear that primal edge in his voice, to see him lose control.
But I made a mistake, thinking I could tease him like he does me. His hand clamps around my hair, holding me still. That look in his eyes tells me I've messed up—and I'm going to have a problem saying "ahh" in the next few days.
"Open that mouth."
Uh oh.
The tone of his command has me snapping my lips open immediately.
His lips tip up and the last words I hear before my mouth is stretched out by his dick, are the words 'good' and 'girl.'
But dear God, I don't feel good. I don't feel good at all. I feel bad...and dirty. Degradation urges my core to cry a river onto the carpeted floor, and my nipples form diamonds as they brush over the cotton-thorny fabric of my towel over and over again.
Mr. Ash's groan reverberates throughout the suite and I try to clench my thighs together.
"Open wider, puta."
I try my possible best to open my mouth some more and he shoves the remainder of his dick into my mouth brutally. Little bolts of currents swim with the quickness of spermatozoa through my veins and into to my core, leaving trails of red smoke in their wake.
"Fuck, yes." He grips my hair a lot tighter, but instead of feel pain, I get even hornier.
My hands immediately come up against his thick thighs for support and I feel my towel loosen around me, sagging down fractionally to bar a half of my cleavage.
