Anya Is a struggling 24 year old who faces obstacles very much often. After finding herself reaching her breaking point, she turns to stripping to make a living. It becomes successful with little to no stress... but for how long?
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🔆"Can I trust you?" I asked as I stared into his eyes to read more into the answer he was about to give.🔆
"Tee—what the fuckkk!" I moaned against the crook of his neck.
"Nut all on this mu'fuckin dick girl. Ooohh you wettin' this dick up!" Tee groaned as he fucked me against the wall. His strong arms clasped against my thighs as he held me up and slammed me down against his lengthy, girthy dick.
"Tee, It's too much." I lowly moaned while my body jerked to each stroke inside me. His grip on my legs tightened in both his hold as he stared me with starry eyes, groaning at each impact his dick made with my cervix.
"Fucckkk... shitt!" I cried as my head lolled back against the cold wall. His intense glare never escaped my face, as my expressions sent him to another realm of ecstasy having knowledge of his effects on me.
"Ny, look at me." He breathed out with an outreached hand to my face, directing my dangling head to face his. As much as we engage in sexual intercourse, It was very, very.... Very rare for him to show as much emotion as he was right now, which caught me off guard.
As I gazed at him in sexual pleasure, tears gradually gathered in my eyes.
"I luh you Ny. I fuckin luh you girl!" He moaned as he choked me and planted a kiss to my plumped parted lips. My leg dangled and eventually landed onto the floor from his release on my leg. Now he'd been fucking me with one leg up as he pounded me deep and hard.
"Say it back." He breathed with a harder grasp to my neck.
"I c-can't.. shhi-" I whimpered in preparation for what came next. He seized hold of me before throwing me onto his plush king sized bed. My distorted thoughts filled my mind with uncertainty while I was also intrigued at his skills.
"Tee—" I barely spoke over a whisper. He never fucked me this. Dazed, my head swayed from side to side awaiting for whatever came next.
For the most part, It was always backshots or side positions... Never this passionate. My thoughts were blurred, heart beat racing against my sheened chest in subtle confusion. I searched his face for clues which resulted in nothing. "Tee what you—" I began. Suddenly I was cut off as he seized my ankles in a swift yet aggressive manner.
"Sshhh, quit talkin so much ma. Relax." He spoke before his tall figure hovered over mine, adjusting our positions into missionary.
I nervously swallowed the hard lump that unexpectedly formed in my throat, visually reciting the memories of our sex from when we first met. So passionate and filled with an emotion I'd never felt before that I'm somehow now revisiting.
"Ooh shittt Ny!" He moaned as he slowly stuffed me once again. Soon the sloshing sounds of my pussy now filled his moderately echoing room in addition to our in synced heavy breathing and moaning.
