what she asked for, which NEVER happens, the impossible . Belle's greedy mouth gobbled up the entire length of his shaft until her lips pressed just at the base of his shaved crotch. She held her breath and his cock deep within the passage of her airway, before finally her hair was fisted by Joe and yanked, which left tendrils of spit that ran from the head of his dick to the pale pink of Belle’s lips.
It wasn't long before Joe shoved the bulbous head past her swollen lips, and had began a steady pace of his hips screwing her pretty little mouth. Each stroke feverishly delivered pleasure like no other could create in eit her of them. Both his hands held fists full of hair, and she gagged, moaned, and played with her own pussy the entire time he used her for his pleasure, until they both felt the edge drawing near.
So very close, Belle teetered, slowing the tempered pace her fingers took as they fucked her pussy inside and out, and up and down her palm bounced on her swollen clit. All the while Joseph raped his little fuck dolls throat, and took what he felt was rightfully his. Over and over until she knew he could hol d out no longer; he always started talking really nasty to her when he's about to blow his load. She swallowed hard a few times, urging him to deliver.
“That's it; eat my cock you filthy whore.” He grunted out as his head fell back, his hips lunged forward one last time, and streams of his hot spunk spilled down the back of her throat soothing the ache inside her.
She’s always been a glutton for punishment, and loved every moment of that face fucking she just took for him. The good girl in her took her medicine, and meowed and howled her own erotic tortures as her body began to convulse, and Belle's hand pummeled four fingers deeper, faster, harder until she laid in a heap of a mess, half in the floor and half in his lap.
“Clean up...we have work to do. Chop, Chop.” A swat to her ass was given, and she just shook her head.
“You really are an ass, ya know?”
Just as she pushed from his lap though, Belle's head thrashed back as his hand grabbed a hold. “And you love me for it.” Joe crushed his lips into hers cutting off any chance of a response. The kiss sizzled it was so hot, leaving her breathless and needing more.
“I said clean up. This time ... less lip and more action, eh?” Joe's adorable smirk of a grin appeared, and it's Belle's turn to laugh.
“Yes, Sir. No more lip action. Your heads are sore.” Belle's one cheeky broad, and that's part of the reason she was so adored in this town, yet feared, oddly.
***
Guess who's keeping his appointment with Belle?
Bruce the Butcher's on his way to her place; he's to arrive at precisely 8:13pm. He was instructed not to be late. It wasn't his first time to visit Belle, but he thought he covered his tracks with that hooker, he didn't account for the hotel clerk owing Belle a favor; no one ever does.
For a secretary, Belle sure lived up-scale, well beyond a menial job wage. The long driveway led to a house that's way too big for one person to live in, but somehow looked immaculately kept. Every little thing she'd done since arriving in Shagville Heights has brought her here. She moved from a dinky, small one bedroom efficiency apartment into the lap of luxury.
Bruce was ushered in by Stanley, the man of the house, and led directly into her study. Stanley cleared his throat, and the tall lanky man nodded towards Bruce. “The butcher has arrived ma'am.” He retreated almost as quickly as he came, and Belle gave a wave of her hand to her company, beckoning him to join her.
Belle lay naked with just a red sheer material draped over her thighs as if to warm her. Clearing his throat, he proceeded closer into the lioness' den of sinful delight. He was cautious to a fault, and she noticed.
“You nervous Bruce? You scared I know something— again?” The coy tone in her voice matched the way she'd spoken to
It wasn't long before Joe shoved the bulbous head past her swollen lips, and had began a steady pace of his hips screwing her pretty little mouth. Each stroke feverishly delivered pleasure like no other could create in eit her of them. Both his hands held fists full of hair, and she gagged, moaned, and played with her own pussy the entire time he used her for his pleasure, until they both felt the edge drawing near.
So very close, Belle teetered, slowing the tempered pace her fingers took as they fucked her pussy inside and out, and up and down her palm bounced on her swollen clit. All the while Joseph raped his little fuck dolls throat, and took what he felt was rightfully his. Over and over until she knew he could hol d out no longer; he always started talking really nasty to her when he's about to blow his load. She swallowed hard a few times, urging him to deliver.
“That's it; eat my cock you filthy whore.” He grunted out as his head fell back, his hips lunged forward one last time, and streams of his hot spunk spilled down the back of her throat soothing the ache inside her.
She’s always been a glutton for punishment, and loved every moment of that face fucking she just took for him. The good girl in her took her medicine, and meowed and howled her own erotic tortures as her body began to convulse, and Belle's hand pummeled four fingers deeper, faster, harder until she laid in a heap of a mess, half in the floor and half in his lap.
“Clean up...we have work to do. Chop, Chop.” A swat to her ass was given, and she just shook her head.
“You really are an ass, ya know?”
Just as she pushed from his lap though, Belle's head thrashed back as his hand grabbed a hold. “And you love me for it.” Joe crushed his lips into hers cutting off any chance of a response. The kiss sizzled it was so hot, leaving her breathless and needing more.
“I said clean up. This time ... less lip and more action, eh?” Joe's adorable smirk of a grin appeared, and it's Belle's turn to laugh.
“Yes, Sir. No more lip action. Your heads are sore.” Belle's one cheeky broad, and that's part of the reason she was so adored in this town, yet feared, oddly.
***
Guess who's keeping his appointment with Belle?
Bruce the Butcher's on his way to her place; he's to arrive at precisely 8:13pm. He was instructed not to be late. It wasn't his first time to visit Belle, but he thought he covered his tracks with that hooker, he didn't account for the hotel clerk owing Belle a favor; no one ever does.
For a secretary, Belle sure lived up-scale, well beyond a menial job wage. The long driveway led to a house that's way too big for one person to live in, but somehow looked immaculately kept. Every little thing she'd done since arriving in Shagville Heights has brought her here. She moved from a dinky, small one bedroom efficiency apartment into the lap of luxury.
Bruce was ushered in by Stanley, the man of the house, and led directly into her study. Stanley cleared his throat, and the tall lanky man nodded towards Bruce. “The butcher has arrived ma'am.” He retreated almost as quickly as he came, and Belle gave a wave of her hand to her company, beckoning him to join her.
Belle lay naked with just a red sheer material draped over her thighs as if to warm her. Clearing his throat, he proceeded closer into the lioness' den of sinful delight. He was cautious to a fault, and she noticed.
“You nervous Bruce? You scared I know something— again?” The coy tone in her voice matched the way she'd spoken to
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