Sir John (Stufe 7) mail warning

I bet I will win! ;)

***Loss against Tanya***

John walked in thinking he was bossing the show but Tanya had other ideas. That strappado? It just made her hungrier, sucking down his cock like a goddamn vacuum until he could barely breathe. He was drenched in her juice by the time she snatched up that cock and pushed it back into her throat with a wet smack. Her tongue went crazy, working him over with desperate swirls as if she wanted to devour every single inch of that hot length before swallowing it whole. He thought tying her up would calm things down but Tanya just twisted things around until he was begging for mercy. He coated her in slick oil – feeling every glistening drop on her stretched tits and hips as his fingers dug into those swollen mounds, driving him crazy with the sight of how much she wanted him. She finally opened wide for him, taking both cock and hand full-on, stretching that hungry cunt to its limits while he slammed into her over and over again. John couldn’t keep up with the pace of it – his hips bucking hard against those tight muscles as Tanya rode him like a goddamn freak. Screaming his name, she fucked herself even harder, driving deeper with every thrust until finally he had no choice but to spill himself inside her over and over. She kept riding him hard, face buried in that mess of thick come as it sprayed all over her skin - soaking her hair, dripping down her chest, pooling around them on the floor. John was hers completely – his body slick with her juices, gasping for air while she lapped up every last drop of his cum until her face was plastered with white hot pleasure.