f**k Me Harder, Mr. Mayor

Oh, mayor, f**k me harder!I shove my c**k into the S city diplomat so hard that she kicks the vase on the bedhead . With both hands on her hips, I push, rolling my hips as I assault her from behind. I want to give her a lightning bolt she'll never forget. Sshe purrs, her blonde hair sticky with perspiration. I'm fierce and polite in bed. "You're a man of many abilities," she grins, making my c**k stiff as stone. Yes. Benson Martin. mayor's youngest. 30-year-old. The hottest mayor. I put my c**k in her p***y and spin her around. I pull her up and watch as she rubs my big biceps. She wraps her slim legs around my waist, and I massage my c**k across her moist p***y to tease it. She screams, "f**k me, keep f*****g me!" I grin and do what she says; no taunting this time. I shove my 12-inch c**k into her so hard she screams. She curls her toes and rakes her claws over my back and shoulders before grabbing my hair. She's f*****g me, grinding her p***y on my c**k and supporting herself with her legs. Her body tenses and she throws her head back, mouth gaping. "Oh, f**k," she gasps mid-orgasm as her p***y spasms on my c**k. This is better than any gym exercise. Fei Park's legs are wrapped around my waist, and her hot p***y is on my c**k. I'll bury it as long as I can. I'm not a typical politician. As the youngest mayor in history—I do things my way. My c**k is a diplomatic weapon. Work and s*x go together like white on rice, yet I still like them. "So much more," Fei grins devilishly. "So do I," I say, punching her cheeks. "Likewise." The South carolina Hotel's bathrooms are elegant. I step on chilly marble and open the shower door. We both walk into the shower after I remove her off my c**k. Turning the knob, we're standing under a hot spray of water that's fogging up the bathroom. I grin and spin her around, putting her hands on the shower wall. I move my fingers down her ass and up her hot p***y to her G-spot. She shivers "Yes" "More." I remove my fingers from her p***y and trace her lips. She laughs and opens her lips, sucking on my fingers as I angle my c**k into her p***y and piston her. Is your p***y tasty? Hip-thrusting, I ask her. She smiles and nods. I keep pushing until I felt her p***y convulse again. Fei is moaned and arched. "Come for me," I say. "mayor, yeah! Yes! Yes!" Her climax is loud enough for everyone in the hotel to hear. Her screams may break the shower glass. I smile. "So." You may believe I f**k for fun. I adore f*****g gorgeous ladies as much as the next man, and I'm skilled at it, but this is job too. "Knees," I grin. I'm her favorite f**k. I'm a woman's best f**k. I'm a good bedfellow. My c**k is worshipped. My tip makes a wet sound as it reaches her throat, but she enjoys every second "And... I mumble as I slide my c**k in and out of her lips. I brush her cheek with my fingers and then press her farther onto my c**k. My balls are on her lips, she's so deep. Unstoppable pleasure rages through my veins. I hiss "f**k" with gritted teeth. "You're happy." My pulse thumps in my neck cords. Then I bury my c**k as deep as possible in her mouth and explode—hot sperm runs down her neck and she greedily swallows it. I see her throat flex with delight. Then I take out my c**k and watch as she milks it. She licks the tip eagerly. . The media portrays me as a s*x-obsessed bad guy who causes trouble for fun. My motivations are unclear. I turn to leave Fei. "Remember our bargain" "I promise," she says, sliding into a hotel robe, "I'll attempt to influence the C city 's mayor toward a more open trade arrangement ." "Good," I kiss her goodbye. We'll communicate. I dress myself. Another transaction closed. This will provide A city many employment. Solid factory employment. Life isn't all about money and women, I discovered. I may start a nonprofit or run for government to aid others. Because I could see that A city 's regular folks were being shafted. Nobody heard them. Change was needed. What's the problem? How can you oppose a doer? How discreet can you be with Secret Service in tow? It's like leaving with bells on my shoes. Despite my best attempts, the press surrounds me as soon as I leave the building. I put thick shades over my eyes and wave off reporters as lights flash around. "mayor, are you having s****l contact with S city 's ambassador?" a reporter asks. Another journalist joins, "Please wait. What were you doing at HB Hotel ? More than work?" I continue going, ignoring the inquiry. Another reporter rushes forward, waving "Gov. Aici! One question:" Secret Service officers surround me, so she can't continue. "Step aside," they say. "Nope. Don't crowd the mayor." Just as I'm ready to go into my vehicle, a skinny reporter weaves past the throng and Secret Service personnel. He's thrusting a microphone in my face. Two Secret Service officers stop me from grabbing his coat. They tell me to halt when I attempt to escape. "Sir, get in the limo," an agent says. "He's useless." I concur. I swiftly get into the limo's chilly, black leather seats and slam the door. I lean forward, remove my glasses, and glance up at the car's roof to calm my breathing. Incontestable. Untying my tie. Despite my best efforts, I'm frustrated.