The Love Of Money - S02 E199

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The Love Of Money - S02 E199

Read Story: SEASON 2 EPISODE 199

My grip tightened around her throat. Her breathing became raspy as fingertips sank into her. “Here’s what’s going to happen, Bobbi. I’m cutting you off. No one gets access to your pussy. Your mouth is still fair game and is available to everyone. I’ll fuck your ass every day, but no one’s allowed to touch that sweet little pussy of yours.”

“Fuck,” she wheezed. “Noooo…”

I nuzzled against her ear and continued, my voice a low, threatening growl. “Until you’re at your most fertile. Then… if you’re a good little bitch who behaves and asks really nicely… I’ll give you the privilege of fucking your cunt again.”

“You wouldn’t—”

I released her throat and slapped my palm over her mouth. “Piss me off, though, and you’ll have to wait a month longer.”

She was pushing back against me. The little fucking slut was actually getting into my threats. God, she was a twisted little psycho.

“If you’re good, though… then maybe… just maybe… I’ll give you someone to play with.”

Her eyes grew wide, and she shuddered against me. A muffled sound came from around my fingers over her mouth, undecipherable, but I got the gist.

She wanted to know who it would be.

“Prove to me you deserve it, then we’ll have that conversation,” I growled and picked up the pace, shoving my cock in and out of her tight ass until I was on the verge of blowing my load.

It was a good question… if we went down this path, who would it be? Jessica? Would Erin be willing to subject herself to Bobbi?

What about Helen? Would I let the tables be turned on Bobbi’s mistress?

The thought pushed me over the edge, and I felt myself release deep in Bobbi’s bowels. Her teeth scraped against my palm as she fucked back against me… one hand between her leg, working her clit with her own fingers as she got herself off.

I let her. Soon, access would be cut off entirely, which would drive her crazy.

Eventually, both of us collapsed over the little vanity, and I raised my gaze to the mirror to see her reflection staring back at me as she lay beneath me.

“Don’t worry, pet,” I breathed, stroking her hair. “We’re not done with this conversation.”

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