“Please what, babe, tell me. Hmmm...?" Denny groaned in between slams of his hips on Trisha. "What do you want, huh?” With all the simulations and teasings they have had, Denny was lost in lust and he now wanted to please her more than anything. He teased the girl more with his slowed thrust. Denny intentionally slid his cock out to rub on her engorged clit, making Trisha jump in ecstasy. It was as if a live wire was touching her with a bearable voltage. It makes her clench, and Denny would stab his shaft back inside her dripping, cock-hungry, and pulsating tight pussy."Tu veux ma bite?"[Chu vu ma bit?] / (You want my cock?) "Plus Rapide?" [Pluyou hwapid] (Faster?)"Ahhh, fffffuck! Yes! Fuck!" Trisha couldn't keep cursing as there were no accurate words to express how she was feeling right now with her client's every teasing move. She couldn't describe it, but his words sound even more seductive to her. Trisha doesn't even have a clue of what on earth her client was talking about, bu

“Let’s get started!” I grinned at him. As if what I was going to do was just the usual. Well, for me, it was just another way to add my earnings. I may not be a professional, but I have my own work ethic. I am paid, so I will do my part to serve as expected, not just as required. It is what keeps me being called again and again by my usual clients. Then I remembered something making me stop on my spot. He noticed my actions and stopped, too.“What is it?”Startled as I halted. He walked around to face me and worriedly asked.“I don’t think I know how to do it? I just heard of it from the kids around school and the community, but I have never seen or heard how it is done.” I didn’t know if I should keep the hundred or hand it back to him. I want the money, but I can’t do the job, crazy, right? ‘Grrrrhhhh!’ Inwardly groaning, I closed my eyes and gave him back the hundred.“I can tell you how t

“Are you sure?” I narrowed my eyes at him. I have known him for quite a while now, so I am feeling more comfortable and trusting towards him already. Anyways, he also knows never to offend me. I am not someone to push around, and he knew that too well. Being someone who always felt abandoned, I have learned to love myself. I no longer allow people or even situations to manipulate me in any way. Hell! I might as well kill myself if I don't have that self-worth anymore. And Mister Benson is aware of all of my thoughts. There are times when we also talk about serious matters, not always about jerking him off. Like, what do I look forward to? What keeps me going despite all my difficulties. And sometimes, I am also glad he is around to talk to. He is a sensible man. Aside from being rich, he is wise and, not to forget, devilishly handsome. Mister Benson is actually a businessman, he said. He is a corporate raider. He even asked me to be one of his clerk staff when I turn of

“Ahhhh, mmmm… Mr. Bens…..ohhhhh….” I was moaning and groaning as his hardness kept gliding and rubbing my now so sensitive clit. Series of endless cursing flowed out of my mouth. I didn't understand before why he would say such swearing words when I was blowing him off. I even glared at him more than I could count, and he would sometimes see me doing so, but he just looked like he was lost in his own world that he wouldn't even mind me. Now I know! And, I myself cannot care for anything in the world except for the exhilarating euphoria that he was giving me. "Fuckkkkk! Mis..ter Benson! Oh my god!" I can feel an indescribable, tingly feeling of excitement as divine as to make me feel grateful I am alive. Maybe this is what others call an orgasm. An intense feeling of pleasure as series of rhythmic contractions occur in my uterus, vagina, and pelvic floor muscles. As if the tingly feeling comes from deep beneath I could not exactly tell where. It

He was a bit confused, and honestly, he felt scared somehow. Did she change her mind? But as he looked at her, she didn't seem like what he thought she was. Backing out. He was not sure either. Is this what they call wedding jitters? He really hoped she was just having cold feet and not abandoning him.“Of course! Are you having second thoughts?” He answered firmly and asked.His answer made Anna realized that this man is decided, more than a hundred percent, she thinks. Is she the only one feeling all these tensions and worried about lifetime commitments? "Well, you’re kind. You seem like a good man, and tomorrow is our wedding..." She paused. "But..." She was hesitating. She cleared her throat. "But what..?" Jayson smiled. He was indeed head over heels when it comes to Anna, his very soon-to-be Mrs. Lebedev."But... I don’t think I know you enough yet. You might regret tying the knot with me or I with you.”She looked at his hands, gently rubbing her calves. He is