She climbs up my face and lowers her pussy over my lips. I clean off the residue of her nut, and she moans and works those thick generous hips and tightens and releases her thick thighs around my face.
I can tell that she’s having the time of her life as she rolls her tits in one direction and then the other, tossing her head back. Her eyes roll back, and she whimpers and moans before she reaches down and rubs her clitoris.
I use my tongue as a powerful conductor, trailing it over her lips, her clit, and then shoving it deep inside of her flesh until she cums. My movements may be limited by the cuffs and her sitting on me, but my skills are at their peak.
She climbs off and heads to the bathroom.
“Where are you going?”
“I’ll be right back. Just gotta get you cleaned up.”
When she returns, she washes me and then tosses the washcloth to the floor as she climbs on my dick.
“For your li’l ass to hate me so much, you’re loving this dick tonight.”
“No, I’m not. Just getting my practice in,” she states, sliding down my dick.
“Gahdamn, girl, this pussy feels sooo good. What practice?”
“I’m practicing for what’s about to happen next,” she whispers, leaning forward to kiss my lips and then my ear.
“What’s that?”
She licks the shell of my ear before she answers me with her lips pressed directly against my ear. “Fucking Senator Benjamin Starling and seeing what he has to offer me. Yeah, I’m about to leave here, find the good senator, and make up with him by giving him all this wet, juicy pussy he’s been waiting on just like you’ve been dicking them hos at the club. So, yeah, you don’t have to worry about me. I’m good on whatever you have to offer.”
“You got me fucked up. Don’t get your ass killed, ma. I’ll put a bullet in that senator so quick nobody will see it coming. Little dot in the middle of his forehead. I can make it look just like a pimple.”
She stops riding my dick for just a few seconds. Then she starts up again.
“Yep, I’m going to fuck the senator just like this.” She winds her hips tight and rocks her pussy hard back and forth on my dick.
“And you’ll be thinking of me the entire time,” I reply, thrusting harder up into her.
“How do you know I’m not thinking of him now?”
My thrusts become harder and deeper because she’s really fucking with my head now.
“Let me the fuck go!” I demand.
“No.”
“I’m not playing with ya ass, Charisma. If I have to get out these bitches by myself, and I will, you’re gonna regret it. I promise your ass and his both will pay.”
“It doesn’t feel so good when the shoe is on the other foot, does it?”
“That nigga’s just using your ass.”
“Whatever, Chaos. I haven’t given that man a reason to use me. If anything, he does for me.”
“You know why? Because he’s trying to get back at me.” I thrust hard up into her.
“Fuck you. Why would he do that? He can’t get back at you by using me. He doesn’t even know you. You’re so damn self-important.” She rocks forward, plants her hands on my chest, and twerks on my dick.
“He knows me. Trust me, baby. He knew me long before he knew you.”
Her facial expression drops, and she looks terrified. The rocking of her ass slows down and comes to a complete standstill when I tell her what I should have already told her.
“The job that I fucked up was the assassination of the senator’s wife. It was supposed to be his mistress, which was her twin sister. Nobody told me that she had a twin, so when I put that bullet in her head, I thought I was looking at the right person. Somehow, your li’l boyfriend learned that it was me who killed her.”
