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fuck, that tight, wet heat I wanted nothing more than to stretch open with my fingers first, then my tongue, lapping at her clit until she begged for my cock to fill her up, pounding her until she clenched around me, milking every drop. My dick stirred in my jeans, thickening against the zipper, a low throb starting as the images got filthier, her on her knees, ass up, me slamming into her from behind while she screamed my name. I shifted my weight, trying to play it cool, but the heat built fast. “Snap out of it, man,” Jax said, flicking his fingers right in front of my face. His grin was all teeth, eyes narrowing. “Where the hell did your head go? We got a shoot to nail.”

He grabbed her by the waist, pulled her in for a rough kiss, then walked her backward toward the living room. “Show me,” he ordered. Emma opened her robe and bent over the arm of the big couch, the same couch where she and Mark watched movies together. She reached back and spread her ass cheeks, showing him her messy, leaking pussy. Jax groaned in approval. “Good girl. Still full of my cum like a proper whore.” He pulled his jeans, freeing his massive nine-inch cock. It looked even thicker in the daylight, veins pulsing. He didn’t rush. This time he took it slow. Jax rubbed the fat head up and down her cum-slick pussy, teasing her entrance before finally pushing in. Inch by inch, he sank int

"Absolute fucking bullshit. Get me all worked up and then just—what? Leave me here to suffer? That's just cruel. That's—" The door bangs open with enough force to make me jump, and I barely have time to lift my head before I hear Jax's voice, bright and amused and entirely too cheerful for someone who's about to witness me in the throes of sexual frustration. "Holy shit, is that—? Oh man, this is even better than I thought. Guys! GUYS! You have got to see this! Frankie’s so fucking horny."

Jaxon stepped out from the room, his hair wet with water, his eyes still blood shot dark, and his manhood still intactly strong, he had not been sexually satisfied enough for the night. His slave had not satisfied him well enough because she was never meant for satisfaction, instead, she was meant for him to toy with. She was his toy! (I request for Clamenta) Jaxon mind linked to Kires, his Beta. Clementa, was his female Butler, she was the only one who knew how to satisfy him aggressively. Noy some weak slave, he hissed, remembering his slave.