Imagination....Of Me And You Mike!😏

you get me wet, Sir..... IV

[GUYS, DO TELL ME ABOUT THE SPELLING MISTAKES, BECAUSE I MIGHT NOT HAVE SEEN THEM. SO HELP ME WHEN YOU SEE ONE.]

Mirena didn't stop staring at his angered face.

Mirena: what you heard! *Glaring-clenching jaw*

Not showing any fear .

He glared back , and raised his brow.

Mirena: *squints* what? The truth hurt? Hmm? *Smirks*

He chuckles , but the chuckle was indicating......danger.

Mirena: go ahead! Go... But just know, there are two pussies in the room.

He looked at her, and smiled.

She was smiling tauntingly at him.

He walked slowly towards his side of the bed; still keeping that smile intact.

As he stood in front of her, he looked down at her now smirking face.

Both not breaking the stare and the expression.

But that went away quickly, and a loud gasp was heard, as he grabbed hair from back of her head ; hardly .

The smile he once had, was now gone.

Her eyes showing shock and fear now.

His face got closer to hers, and said-

Mr. Jackson: *lowly* who the fuck do you think you are? You bitch!

He grabbed her jaw roughly and tightly with the other hand.

Squeezing it hard at times. letting some whimpers out of her mouth.

She was breathing heavily.

And he was breathing in anger.

Mr. Jackson: you wanna see who's bad? Huh?....

He waited for her answer. But there was none.

Mr. Jackson: *yells* ANSWER ME! *jerking her face and head violently*

Mirena: *crying* p-pleeease.... Y-you're hurting m-

Mr. Jackson: well, that's what a slut like you deserves! You just won't shut yo damn motherfucking mouth!

After a little pause, his angered face turned into an evil smug.

Mr. Jackson: you wanted me to fuck you huh? Well, let's see how that goes.

He pushed her back; making her almost lose her balance.

As she gain her balance, she turns her head to look at him.

She saw that he was opening his buttons of his shirt, and then taking his belt off.

After that, he pulls the zipper down, and unbuttoned his pants.

He removes his shirt, then the other clothing.

Still, his cock was semi-hard.

He caught her staring.

Mr. Jackson: i won't let you open your eyes.... *Smirks*

She was scared.

He grabs his cock, and starts pumping it up.

He jerks it , slaps it, then continues to pump it again.

He was becoming harder; making her Bite her lip.

His head flew back, as he started pleasuring himself in front of her.

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