Screwing Mia|✓

5.

Mia loomed at his door. She felt a bit guilty for doing this behind her mothers back but subjected to him never the less.

The orgasms he gave her engraved themselves into her mind as she shuddered.

Staying away from him didn't help as she craved for him more seeing having a little personal time in her situation couldn't be all that bad considering there were people after them.

She bit her lip, pushing the door entering his room, seeing him sitting at the bed's edge going through some papers with a cigar between his lips. He was shirtless, absolutely delicious in her eyes and she locked the door and wandered before him.

"I thought you didn't want me around" he mused blowing a thick puff of smoke before putting the rolled tobacco at his lips, the ash blading red as he pulled in the toxic fumes.

Mia said nothing but kneeled before him, taking a big gulp as she slid her hands up his thighs.  Duncan held an amused expression watching her carefully as she took his already hardening member out.

He glanced to the window seeing the blinds closed and set his eyes back on the marvelous sight that laid before him.  She caressed his member stroking slowly looking at his hard expression as she lowered her head swirling her tongue around his dick head making him take a sharp breath.

She smiled a bit feeling proud of such power. She bobbed. Closing her eyes and savoring his taste in her mouth. Cupping his balls and taking him all the way down sent Duncan into a frenzy making him throw his head back with an involuntary shiver. She continued going faster with more gripping hearing him curse and groan was the  icing on the cake.

"Mia" he called her name as a warning as he balled the sheets beside him. He jerked as she stopped using her mouth and stroked  faster using her tongue to send him over the edge as he shot sperm into the air, thick and white it landed in her face before she devoured him quickly swallowing as much as she could before coming to a complete stop.

Duncan panted, taking a harsh swallow looking at the little vixen at his feet. He said nothing watching her as she rose and straddled him in that Virgin killing dress, lingering dangerously close to his lips.

They said nothing, just dwelling in each others presence, staring. Having a silent conversation with their eyes. 

He got up with her still attached at his hip and placed her in his bed, taking her lips with brute force, moving toward her wetness, his restraint long gone seeing she had no panties on. He gripped his dick and stroked it tenderly planing it in her moisture and coated himself in it. He passed over her slit multiple times casing her to moan feeling  his thick veiny muscle caressing her folds. He slapped her clit with his member the sound of the wet slap echoing. He teased, slowly easing his head inside as Mia shuddered at the wave of pleasure hit. Dustin smiled deviously kissing her deeply before leaving the room.

Knowing well what frustration does to a person