Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248
This past weekend, I waltzed into an exclusive charity gala at a grand mansion, dressed to the nines in a scandalously tight red dress that barely covered my ass. The dress hugged every curve, my tits practically spilling out of the low-cut top. I was on the prowl for a wealthy sugar daddy to wine, dine and 69 me.
As I mingled and sipped champagne, my eyes locked with a silver-haired gentleman who looked like he could buy a small country. Not the sexiest man, but money is the best aphrodisiac. He introduced himself as Marcus, a “venture capitalist” – code for trust fund baby. I made sure to bend over extra low to refill his glass, giving him an eyeful of my cleavage.
Operation: Trophy Wife
Before long, he “accidentally” brushed his hand against my tit as he guided me out to his limo. In the backseat, things quickly got hot and heavy. “Why don’t you put that pretty mouth to work,” he growled. I unzipped his pants and pulled out his semi-hard cock. Not bad, for a geezer. I stroked his shaft and went down, sucking him with enthusiasm. He grabbed my hair, pushing my head further on his dick. I could feel him throbbing, getting fully erect in my mouth.
Suddenly, he yanked me up by the hair. “I’m going to fuck you,” he stated bluntly. He shoved my dress up and ripped off my tiny thong. Spinning me around, he bent me over the limo seat and thrust balls deep into my wet pussy. He pounded me hard and fast, grunting and moaning. The limo rocked as he slammed into me. “What a tight little cunt,” he panted. I moaned, getting off on his roughly fucking my brains out.
After a few intense minutes, he pulled out and jerked off on my face and tits. I made a show of licking up his cum. “I’ll call you,” he said with a smirk. I just smiled. Hook, line and sinker. Step one of Operation: Trophy Wife was a success.
Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248