1. She Got Blackmailed


    Date: 8/6/2015, Categories: Hardcore, Interracial Sex, Author: KateandJessica, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    frowned at him. Inside, Haden was a mix of angry, nervous and confused. The anger and nervousness made sense to her. The confusion was a result of a bunch of other emotions swirling around in her that moved so fast she couldn’t quite grab onto them. Her stomach was tight and her palms were clammy. Darryl didn’t drive far. Less than five minutes later, he pulled up in front of his home, an older but well kept house in the Bywater. He turned off the car and faced her. “Look, I get what I’m asking for here is fucked up. I ain’t asking you to get naked, or fuck me or any of that shit, okay? Just head. Ten minutes and we’re done here. I’ll drive you back to your car.” “Can’t we just do it here in your car? Why all the way back to your house?” He smiled. “Because of the chair. See, I got this chair. A recliner. Used to jerk off in it. Then I fucked on it a couple of times. Then it just became this sort of ritual. The married women I get to suck me always do it in that chair.” “Nice.” She said in a way that conveyed that she didn’t think it was nice at all. “How many women have you blackmailed?” He shrugged. “A couple. Not many. Don’t need to. Most of the time, they suck me off because they want to.” Haden squinted at him with disdain. “I find that hard to believe.” “Shit, believe what you want. Listen though, I ain’t into a lot of talking, so straight up, unless I say something, no talk okay? The more you talk, the longer it’ll take me to nut. We clear?” She sighed and nodded. “One ...
    more thing. You gotta swallow. You cool?” “Fine. Sure. Whatever. Let’s get this over with.” She didn’t tell him that as soon as he said it, she’d begun to wonder what he might taste like compared to the other men she’d had in her mouth recently. They both stepped out of the car and into the rain, which was starting to slow down a bit. Darryl’s house was large enough for a f****y, but she could tell by the décor that he lived by himself. Still, she thought, he wasn’t a total slob. She admired the old architecture of the house and the way it contrasted with his modern art, furniture and technology. Most of his living room was done in an ultra sleek black and glass modern style. There was an expensive rug underneath much of the floor that had a red and black middle eastern pattern on it. Standing out against all of that was an old brown leather recliner. It looked like it had been purchased in the early nineties. There were small rips along the edges that had been patched. The color of the leather had faded in the area where Darryl’s ass had left a permanent impression. The house was dark, all the lights off. Only the dim light from the street coming through the sheer curtains of the front windows illuminated the room. She was grateful for that. “Do you -” she started to say, but he cut her off. “No talking, unless I’m asking a question.” She nodded. Better to just get this over with. He sat down in the chair. He was wearing black chinos and a copper colored button up shirt. He ...
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