Innocent Devotion
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Looking up at him as he smoked a cigarette. He gave me no attention. I take his hand, sliding it between my thighs, all the way to my bare pussy that was dripping for his cock. "Look Rico, I wore nothing for you." I mumble softly with a smile on my lips. I guide his fingers the way I liked them, moaning softly, getting his attention.
Blowing the smoke out he looks down at me. He pulls his hand away from my pussy. He grabs a hold of my jaw, pressing my cheeks so hard my lips pouted involuntarily at him. "Behave, Bella, or I'll face fuck you so hard I'll destroy that innocent face." He warned,
He goes back to smoking his cigarette, looking down at his phone. I take a step back, taking of my clothes one by one. He looks at me, watching me with an intense gaze that heats my body up. His eyes slowly dilate, becoming lustful an greedy.
Suddenly and roughly he grabs my throat, forcing me on my knees in front of him. Tossing his phone on the counter, he takes out his hard cock. Looking at his cock my lips part automatically.
With no warning he thrusts his cock down my throat and I choke. The drool in my mouth, slipping through the edges of my lips and dripping onto my tits as I desperately try to close my mouth around his thick, throbbing cock. "Look at me, Bella." I listen obediently, looking up at him. My vision blurry from the tears. "Is this want you want, you fucking whore?" He taunts and I nod.
He slips his cock out of my mouth, giving me a few seconds to suck in a breath. He pulls my hair back and I gasp softly. "Use your fucking mouth or I'll put it to work." He slides a thumb over my lips, smudging my red lipstick.
"Please, Rico. Put it in my mouth."
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