I was on my knees for several minutes and frantically jerking off my dick. Jeanne sat in front of me in a chair, her legs in leather high boots. She was also wearing thin black panties, which I could not see because of her posture. Leather belt around the waist. Chic chest was bare. Jeanne scornfully curled her full lips and squinting slightly, looking down at me with cold bright eyes.
- HHM! - Finally she said, as spat.
- Yes, yes, Madam! - gasping, I babbled, continuing to tug at my male process.
Jeanne slowly lifted her leg off and put it near. I saw cowards that were so narrow that they were almost a formality. My hand earned even faster ... Jeanne stood up, turned sideways and sighed clearly. I knew why - according to the CONTRACT she had to SHOW me. But she obviously didn’t want this ... Nevertheless, Friske with a displeased grimace quickly pulled off her brand black cloth, threw her aside and turned to me. Looking at the pubis with dark hair, I almost howled with delight.
- Well, nothing, look! - with a disdainful smile, my sovereign said, and without taking her eyes off me, she cynically opened her cunt.
- AAAAA, OOOOO! - I moaned, torturing his huina. It is clear that I could finish ten times already, but according to the CONTRACT Zhanna had the right to leave immediately in this case. And I held on as best I could.
After standing for a couple of minutes with her pussy parted, the bitch turned and, bending her back, bent over, spreading her elastic buttocks with both hands.
- Well, loser? Are you happy?! - she scornfully threw me over her shoulder. However, she continued to stand in the same position - CONTRACT is a CONTRACT.
I was almost howling with excitement. Before me was the famous ass of Zhanna Friske, and shamelessly apart. How much sperm I poured on magazines with her image? It seems six magazines are completely covered with white grease stains.
How I loved to jerk off on them, imagining how I fuck this bitch. Why not?! What, does not she fuck in the ass, does not she suck at her lovers ?! What am I worse? Locking myself in my room, I laid out all this gloss around me and began to shake my eggs over this magnificence.
- Whore, prostitute! - I growled. - On, suck !!! What do you like fucking ??? And now I will tear your ass - become cancer!
I hated her with the helpless hatred of a loser that such a female wouldn't even look at. I frantically imagined how it might be at this very moment that one of Jeanne's fuckers was pawing her tits, attaching his purple prick to her narrow anus, inserting a dick on the lips, or imperiously putting it with a crustacean.
After these shabby jerking sessions, I bought prostitutes from my salary and rudely fucked them in all holes, imagining that it was she. I dreamed of making a lot of money and buying sex with her.
And now - a dream come true idiot. At work, things went so well that I already bought expensive whores from elite strip clubs. With what pleasure I humiliated them, forcing them to lick their ass and balls! But Jeanne was still my ultimate dream. Until then, when one stripper, who I cruelly fucked in the ass right in her dressing room before going on stage, didn't say to me:
- Well, you're a beast! You would have to Jeanne, she like you, likes to break off.
- What kind of Joan? - I asked casually, pawing her ass.
“Yes, Friske, that one herself,” the confused replied to me, transferring my tweaks with obedience.
- She mistresses extras. Already on b lowered you!
Then I was very happy. Once Friske provides such services, it means that you can buy sex with her. Whore she is a whore. How wrong I was! Already on the phone she “paid off” me almost instantly.
- What, are you hearing bad? - icy tone she said. - No sex! I frankly despise those like you - know this. I do not pretend.And it is for honesty that they pay me. For what I show clients who they really are. Your wishes can be taken into account, but greatly increase the bill for services. And now - in the tube I heard a mocking laugh, - you can continue to masturbate.
She was right! I, having barely heard her rather low voice, got into the pants and started chasing Dunka Kulakovskaya. I sat all red with a standing cock. I realized that I would pay any money, just to be able to jerk on her eyes ...
... Jeanne finally straightened, turned, and insanely sexy and not deliberately wagging her sharp hips, headed towards me. Right from the swing, she slapped me to the face. After a couple of seconds, my vision was restored (I never let go of the dick) in front of my eyes, Mrs. Jeanne, wrinkling her nose, shook her graceful palm, broken about my physiognomy.
“I really wanted to do this,” she calmly explained. “You deserve it, you freak?”
- Yes, yes, of course ... - I puffed. - Beat Madam, I deserve it!
And Jeanne, driving me crazy with her body movements, approached the table, where various lashes, whips, and other attributes of the Lady lay ...
To be continued
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