Treason.

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This pretty billionaire unknown, touched me

properly. At the second when he walked towards me, I was talking about quickly, the hand picked up towards him as a slowler, as if the time was about to miss:

Angel: As long as there is money sir, you can penetrate me and make me what you want from my ass. You will have already made me enjoy since.

Mickael: There is your money my beautiful. First make me happy my pretty.

He threw himself on me. Finally ... almost. His hands landed on my waist and he pushed me against the entrance dresser.

His mouth went down on my chest and he raised my skirt as if what was below belonged to him.

I closed my eyes. Why was I frightened? When his fingers slipped on my c**k, I jumped, more out of fear than for fear, but he stopped for a moment and his eyes sought mine.

Mickael: (By telling me.) If you plan to change your mind, it's now, small, but if you want me to continue, you tell me too I f**k you well ...

Angel: No ... No! Continue sir! I really need this money.

Another warning, but this arrogant way of relegating myself to the "small" children's camp was annoying me. I tried my teeth and support her gaze without blinking:

Mikael: OK! Do you really want me to continue?

Angel: Yes, sir. I asked you to continue, I really need this money. What to talk too much, show me what you can do, yes show me what you were doing instead of talking!

He stifled a laugh ...

Mikael: Okay my little one. It is with pleasure.

I shouted when he pushed two fingers in my Jessica, but instead of making fun of me, he whispered:

Mikael: (gently ...) I'm not going to take your virginity like that, what do you think?

He moistened his fingers, returned to put them on my c******s without too much trouble and his little trees relaxed me. Ah yes, I had to admit: he knew very well where was the source of my pleasure.

I prevented myself from moaning, but my eyes opened at the same time that my legs opened. With a little kick, he pushed mine and demanded that I spread the thighs a little more.

I was a little in balance, like that, especially since there was frankly and that small electroshocs were shaking the lower abdomen.

My hand closed mechanically to his shoulder and a discreet "MMM" escaped from my lips. A little troubled, I opened my eyes and crossed his smile. He showed me a lot of money and asked me:

Mickael: Is that what you want?

Angel: Yes, I confirmed it.

He insisted a little more. I could have enjoyed very quickly if he had wanted it, but he seemed to have fun getting me. Slower, then resuming at a good rhythm, bordering on my sensitive area, then abandoning me a few seconds before coming back to me. Soft, discreet, strong, powerful ...

Angel: Hurry up! I blow.

He asked me the question:

Mikael: Why hurry my little b***h? Do you already want to take your money quickly and escape my precious p***s?

He reminded me where I go out, where I was, what I was and put the pressure between my thighs by caressing me more firmly.

Mikael: Damn, I'm almost there.

I groans, his laughter echoed, but his question was repeated:

Mikael: Why hurry my little b***h. Do you already quickly take your money and escape my precious p***s?

Angel: Yes, I say very quickly, hoping that he lets me go in peace.

Mikael: No I won't let you go because you are moving like a little b***h, my pretty.