I was expected to spend the night at the Mansion after the Christmas dinner as Kent’s “girlfriend.”It actually makes me nervous to think about living in the same bedroom with him. What will he do? Would he take the couch and leave the bed to me? That’s something very gentleman-like——but also, maybe a little bit too emasculated and too not-Kent-like(Wait, why do I sound hella disappointed?)Or would he insist on sharing the bed with me, which totally makes sense because after all it’s his own room? If we are sharing the bed, will he behave? I mean, he acted all sweet last time, but given our history, there is no guarantee that he won’t force himself on me again.But none of my concerns actually happened.Because I am freaking lost!The Huron mansion is just way too big for me so that I got lost finding my way to Kent’s room. What’s the problem with these rich people?!“Excuse me, Miss. Do you need help?” A beautiful girl in uniform asks me.“Oh, thank god! You are such a lifesaver!” I

"Put it inside." Says Kent with me straddling on top of him, his hands on my waist, iron like. I hesitate for a moment, I am so hungry after a night of relentless fucking that I can eat a cow. But I soon realize, Kent is way too persistent, it’s better giving in to him if I want to be free of his grip and have some breakfast. So I reach forward and slowly guide the tip of his shaft between my lips, pressing it against my folds. I push down and it slides deep inside me, spreading me wider than I have ever been.He groans and grips my waist tightly, his face flushed. "Yeah, babe, you are doing great. Keep going. Just like that."I look down into his eyes as I ride his cock. His pupils are dilated and his mouth hangs half open in a pant. I smile at him, suddenly feeling more powerful and mischievous. I don’t want this morning sex goes too smooth for him: I want to make him “suffer” a little as he once did to me.I sit down on his length and bounce slowly up and down, grinding his cock