Tessa’s hips picked up speed, rocking back and forth like she’d found the perfect groove. She tid it just right, sinking my dick deeper inside her with every move.
"Nothing beats this," I said, grinning.
"You talk too damn much, you freak!" she shot back, her voice rough but playful.
Creak. Creak. Creak. The bed groaned under us. Her breathing got heavier, her hips pumping faster. It was still slow by my standards—way slower than I’d go—but for Tessa, it was hitting the spot. I could feel her tightening around , gripping harder with every thrust.
"Ahhh... ugh..." she whimpered, her voice turning dirty and loud. She tried to speed up even more, but she was hitting her limit.
Squeak. Squeak.
"Ah!!" Tessa let out a sharp moan and flinched, her whole body trembling. It wasn’t a huge shake, but she’d definitely peaked—her climax washing over her.
"Huh... haa..." She sucked in deep breaths, riding the high. My dick stayed buried inside her, still hard, still ready.
Squeak.
"Haaa..." she sighed, all soft and satisfied.
Clank. Clank.
"Huh?" I blinked, caught off guard. While I was sitting there, half-annoyed she’d left hanging, she slid out of her and started ssing with the cuffs on my legs. One by one, they popped off.
"Yeah, it’s been like this for a bit..." I muttered, shaking out my freed ankles.
Shake. She didn’t stop—next ca the cuffs on my hands. Before I could even reach up to yank off the blindfold, she grabbed and shoved down. I hit the bed with a thud.
"Stay still, you jerk!" she barked, climbing right on top of . Her ass brushed against my dick, teasing it as she smirked— I could feel it even before she ripped the blindfold off.
Sigh.
"I’m losing ground here," I said, half-laughing.
"Haaa..." she purred, her eyes glinting now that I could see her.
Squeak. She opened her mouth, lined up, and slid my dick back into her from above, taking charge again.
....
I’d figured she’d be naked, but nope—Tessa had on a black sleeveless top. Just that, nothing else. And sohow, that made it hotter.
Squeak. Squeak.
"Hmm! Haha!" she laughed, wild and free, rocking her hips hard on top of .
Finally loose, I didn’t hold back. I matched her pace, thrusting up to et her, driving deeper. My hands shot to her chest, grabbing her breasts through that tight black top.
"Man, this is aweso," I said, squeezing.
"Kyaa! Haha! This is nuts..." she yelped, her voice bouncing between gasps and giggles. This was a whole new Tessa—sa stuff I liked, but cranked up to a level I hadn’t seen before. If this was real life, I’d be bragging about it nonstop.
"Haaa! Haa! So good! So damn good!" she moaned, loud and shaless.
"Phew. Yeah," I said, keeping it short.
"Haha! Shut up! Shut up and screw !" she yelled, cutting off. Her hips slamd down harder, like she was daring to keep up. I grinned, gave her what she wanted, and went for it.
Tessa was gone—lost in it. All she could do was ride , whimpering and shaking.
"Slow down a sec..." I started.
Thrust.
"Cha-cha," she teased, smirking.
"Kyaa! Haha! Hey, what’re you doing?!" she squealed as I grabbed her ass and hoisted her up. She tried to shove back down, pressing her hands on my chest, but I was already moving. I stood up fast, flipped her around, and pinned her to the bed.
"Hey...!" she snapped, glaring.
Thrust.
"Huh?!" Her protest died as I thrust deep, shutting her up with one hard push. I covered her mouth with my hand, locking her in place.
First ti doing her missionary style. She gasped, hands flying to her face as I sank in, hitting deep.
"Could be even better," I said, smirking.
"Ah, you crazy ass! Ouch! Yeah! Huh?!" she shouted, thrashing under . I grabbed her wrists, pinning them tight. She fought back, but no chance—she couldn’t budge .
"Huh! Haha! Ugh!" Her wild flailing slowed, weird little moans slipping out instead.
I yanked up her top, exposing her chest. Her breasts spilled out—big, soft, perfect. I grabbed them, rough and hungry, thrusting into her like it was my first ti touching a girl.
She resisted at first, squirming hard, but bit by bit, Tessa eased up. Her body softened, taking my rhythm.
"Haaaa! Haa! Haha!" she panted, loud and ssy.
"Phew. Feels better now, huh?" I asked, grinning.
"Shut up, you jerk! Haha!" she snapped, still fighting the words.
"Like this?" I pushed, hitting deeper.
"Huh! Ha. Can’t help it. Haaa..." she admitted, her face flushing red. She kept tossing out tough talk, refusing to give in, but her body told the truth.
"Ha, for real," I couldn’t hold back a laugh. Tessa was loving this—her face flushed red, moans spilling out—but she’d never admit it. She just kept tossing out tough words, acting like she wasn’t into it. Hard to believe this proud, stubborn woman was the sa Tessa who used to light up stages with that big, bright smile.
"Ahhh! Haaa! This is crazy!" she cried, her voice wild. I didn’t say a thing—just pounded into her faster, deeper. She grabbed the blanket tight, fingers digging in, totally lost as I hamred away.
"Gotta shake that attitude," I thought. Her kinky side was one thing, but that cool, "I don’t care" vibe she held onto? It lit a fire in . I wanted to see her—proud Tessa—break, clinging to my dick, begging for more.
"Haaaa!!" she scread, moans louder than when she’d been on top. I was eating it up.
"It’s in deep," I muttered.
"Haaa! Oh, no! Haha, you’re nuts...!" she gasped, shaking under . She shoved at my chest, trying to push off, but I didn’t budge. Normally, I’d play it safer, but the way she’d been ssing with flipped a switch. I wasn’t holding back.
"Haaaa! Don’t cum inside! Yaaa!" she yelled, half-pleading, half-daring.
"Ha. You’re into it," I teased, smirking.
Thrust.
"Kyaaaa!!" she squealed.
"I’m cumming!" I grunted.
"Yaaaa!!" she wailed.
Shhh. Shhh. Cum shot out hard as my dick pulsed inside her. Her vagina clamped down, squeezing tight, milking every drop.
Nice, I thought, riding the high.
Shhh. Shhh.
"Haa," I panted.
"Haha! Haaa! Hot, so hot..." Tessa laughed, breathless, her voice trembling with heat.
Shhh.
"Haaa... crazy..." she whispered, letting go of the blanket. It stayed crumpled from how hard she’d gripped it. I slid out of her, glancing at the ss she’d made of it.
Squeak.
"Wow," I said, catching my breath.
"Oh, co on..." she mumbled, but her tone wasn’t mad—more like she was still buzzing. I couldn’t help it; my eyes flicked to her pussy. Clean-shaved, glistening with her juices, it looked damn good.
Drip. Cum leaked out, slow and thick. Her hole twitched, still pulsing from being inside, showing off that dark little gap. Like a signal, it kept spilling, wet and ssy.
Grumble.
"Huh, huh," she breathed, shaky.
"Wow," I said again, staring.
"What’re you gawking at? You crazy jerk. Seriously," she snapped, but there was no bite in it—just a weird, warm vibe behind her words.
"Want to wipe it for you?" I offered, half-joking.
"...Get lost. I’ll do it... haha," she said, trying to sit up. She stopped fast, hand on her stomach, still reeling from the afterglow. I’d seen that look before—girl wasn’t moving anyti soon.
"...Ha. Grab so tissues. Over there," she sighed, nodding toward a spot across the room like she was the boss. I smirked and followed her gaze.
There they were—tissues, right where she pointed.
"But where the hell am I?" I wondered, scanning the place. A pillar stood in the middle, perfect for tying soone up, with a bed nearby and a desk off to the side. Weird setup.
"Here," I said, handing them over.
"...Yeah," she muttered, taking them without a fuss. She slid the tissues between her legs, wiping her pussy a couple tis before resting her hand there, casual as anything.
"Gotta see that cum drip, huh," I teased.
"Ugh, shut up," she grumbled, but there was a spark in her eyes.
"Done...?" I asked, tilting my head.
"Huh," she huffed.
"Oh?" I blinked. I’d definitely finished—shot my load, felt the rush—but sothing was off. Usually, this is where the light flares and I’m back at the ho screen. Not this ti.
"...What’re you doing?" she asked, her voice cutting through.
"Huh? Uh... I an," I stamred, caught off guard.
"Phew. Felt it last ti too," she said, serious now.
"What?" I tensed. Her tone had weight—grabbed right by the throat. My eyes, wandering a second ago, locked onto her.
Even after getting pounded and filled, Tessa had this vibe—sharp, classy, untouchable. Her hair was a ss, red marks dotted her chest from where I’d grabbed her, and she held that wad of tissues against her pussy. But vulgar? Nah. She pulled it off like it was nothing.
Hit again—I’d just banged Tessa, ex-idol, right here.
"But why hasn’t it ended?" I muttered, frowning.
"...Wanna team up?" she said, out of nowhere. "A guy like you? Viewers would eat it up."
"Oh?" I blinked, thrown.
"Just play it smart—match the vibe. Don’t go too hard like today," she added, tilting her head, a little shy. Wait—hadn’t she asked before if I’d seen her streams?
"You getting punished or sothing?" I asked, half-joking.
"...Co on. You know," she said, rolling her eyes.
"Uh, yeah. Right," I nodded, catching on.
"You’ve got a killer body. And yeah, the size? Top-notch," she said, pulling the tissues away to check the cum sared on them. My eyes dropped to her pussy again—shaved clean, pretty as hell.
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