unbelievable offer that Hollywood now presented her. These days, it was almost expected of a Hollywood star that their marriages would not last.
Still, it felt good to me that she said it, that our marriage did still mean something important to her.
She kissed me, draping herself over me, her breasts so full they were threatening to burst out of that little dress of hers. God, it was incredible kissing her, what an experience. It always had been, but now she was a bona fide star, the new sense of confidence about her just made her that much hotter.
I felt her arm brush over my hard cock, and she made a warm purring sound.
“Mmm….” Her fingers splayed all over my lap, feeling out the immensity of my full hardness. She let out a little gasp. “I love how hard you get when you think about me being naughty….”
She glanced behind, looking at the traffic, at their ridiculous lack of progress toward home, and at the limo driver. Her hand never left my lap, her fingers remaining locked around my shaft, squeezing it through my pants as though if she lost contact, it would disappear.
She had to reach the switch with her foot, to trigger the raising of the window between them and the driver, lending them privacy.
The limo was driving so slowly I could hear her unfasten the zip before she retrieved my bare cock from my fly.
“Seriously?”
“It needs some air,” she said. “It’s getting tight in there.”
“We’ll get arrested.”
“The windows are black—nobody can see.”
I groaned as I felt the wet heat of her mouth envelop the tip of my cock, her lips squeezing around my full girth. It was like she was starving.
She looked up at me, attempting to smile though her mouth was stuffed full of my manhood. So pretty, so hot seeing my hardness penetrating her pixie face.
Well, we hadn’t had a lot of sex recently. She’d been so anxious about how this picture would come out—and apparently how I would react to seeing how erotic the picture was. And I, of course, had been working seriously hard just to feel I was still contributing to this relationship having had my wife suddenly dwarf me in the earnings stakes.
But the way she was licking me, caressing my length with her soft face, rubbing the tip of my cock around her mouth, her cheeks, her neck, as though trying to use my pre-come as perfume, made me wonder whether she might be responding to the sight of her own movie as much as her husband.
It had probably aroused her to watch Aaron Simpson making love to her, even if it was only a movie.
Was she thinking about Aaron Simpson at all, while she sucked on my cock? Fantasizing about how it would be to really sleep with him?
It was exciting to think of her as this sexy creature, who would use her body to drive other men wild. To drive Aaron Simpson wild.
I stroked her hair as she bobbed on my length, but worried that I was going to finish soon if she kept this up. It was kind of hot doing it in a car, with other cars all around us. Naughty.
She came up for air, and I said, “You’re going to finish me pretty soon, you keep that up.”
She offered me a mischievous smile, and wiped her chin.
“You want me to stop?” she asked.
“That’s not what I said—”
Another smile, at the sense of concern in my voice, Hayley thinking I was worried I was about to talk her out of this entirely.
She glanced over her shoulder again at the driver, who was facing forward as I always had been, looking relaxed enough, though he had to know something was going on in the back since we’d closed the partition.
Then she pulled herself up from the floor, one knee on the seat beside me and then a leg over my lap, this beautiful woman I knew so well, and yet seemed different now, a goddess incarnate, steeped in power.
I could smell the earthy, exhilarating scent of her arousal as she straddled me, her dress pushed up, her panties gone, revealing the perfectly groomed little pussy that so many people on her film
Still, it felt good to me that she said it, that our marriage did still mean something important to her.
She kissed me, draping herself over me, her breasts so full they were threatening to burst out of that little dress of hers. God, it was incredible kissing her, what an experience. It always had been, but now she was a bona fide star, the new sense of confidence about her just made her that much hotter.
I felt her arm brush over my hard cock, and she made a warm purring sound.
“Mmm….” Her fingers splayed all over my lap, feeling out the immensity of my full hardness. She let out a little gasp. “I love how hard you get when you think about me being naughty….”
She glanced behind, looking at the traffic, at their ridiculous lack of progress toward home, and at the limo driver. Her hand never left my lap, her fingers remaining locked around my shaft, squeezing it through my pants as though if she lost contact, it would disappear.
She had to reach the switch with her foot, to trigger the raising of the window between them and the driver, lending them privacy.
The limo was driving so slowly I could hear her unfasten the zip before she retrieved my bare cock from my fly.
“Seriously?”
“It needs some air,” she said. “It’s getting tight in there.”
“We’ll get arrested.”
“The windows are black—nobody can see.”
I groaned as I felt the wet heat of her mouth envelop the tip of my cock, her lips squeezing around my full girth. It was like she was starving.
She looked up at me, attempting to smile though her mouth was stuffed full of my manhood. So pretty, so hot seeing my hardness penetrating her pixie face.
Well, we hadn’t had a lot of sex recently. She’d been so anxious about how this picture would come out—and apparently how I would react to seeing how erotic the picture was. And I, of course, had been working seriously hard just to feel I was still contributing to this relationship having had my wife suddenly dwarf me in the earnings stakes.
But the way she was licking me, caressing my length with her soft face, rubbing the tip of my cock around her mouth, her cheeks, her neck, as though trying to use my pre-come as perfume, made me wonder whether she might be responding to the sight of her own movie as much as her husband.
It had probably aroused her to watch Aaron Simpson making love to her, even if it was only a movie.
Was she thinking about Aaron Simpson at all, while she sucked on my cock? Fantasizing about how it would be to really sleep with him?
It was exciting to think of her as this sexy creature, who would use her body to drive other men wild. To drive Aaron Simpson wild.
I stroked her hair as she bobbed on my length, but worried that I was going to finish soon if she kept this up. It was kind of hot doing it in a car, with other cars all around us. Naughty.
She came up for air, and I said, “You’re going to finish me pretty soon, you keep that up.”
She offered me a mischievous smile, and wiped her chin.
“You want me to stop?” she asked.
“That’s not what I said—”
Another smile, at the sense of concern in my voice, Hayley thinking I was worried I was about to talk her out of this entirely.
She glanced over her shoulder again at the driver, who was facing forward as I always had been, looking relaxed enough, though he had to know something was going on in the back since we’d closed the partition.
Then she pulled herself up from the floor, one knee on the seat beside me and then a leg over my lap, this beautiful woman I knew so well, and yet seemed different now, a goddess incarnate, steeped in power.
I could smell the earthy, exhilarating scent of her arousal as she straddled me, her dress pushed up, her panties gone, revealing the perfectly groomed little pussy that so many people on her film
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