Almost a year after the release of her highly anticipated second album, 'Guts', fame has taken over Oliva's life. Everlasting writer's block and the inability to create music now haunt her life. In an attempt to wrestle back control of her life, she...
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GO STREAM GUTS :))!!
His hand rested on my upper thigh, under my skirt with his fingers grazing my wet panties. "Take off your jacket." I obeyed. His other hand found its way to my lower back, making contact. The cold hand sent shivers up my body which he followed slowly, finding his way under my crop top. He smirked as his hand found no bra strap to unhook.
"Good girl." That phrase in his deep and gritty voice could make me cum.
His hand bolted up, grabbing my neck firmly from the back. I grunted in pleasure. Then he suddenly jerked me ahead, pulling me in roughly. Our lips met, in the sloppiest and messiest kiss I had ever received.
His tongue assaulted my mouth as our salivas spread around my face, drooling down my cheek, and falling on my bare thigh. The cold liquid sends lewd impulses through my thighs. I couldn't get enough. Every time he pushed harder, I pushed back, our tongues in each other's throats.
He stood up, manhandling me to my feet, our tongues still deep inside each other. He walked to his dining table, turning and tossing me on it. My hands softened my landing on the table as my tits squeezed flat on the surface. His hand made its way back to my neck, as he put his body weight on me, pressing me into the cold wood table.
I couldn't help but moan, being used like a toy.
His free hand hooked onto the waistline of my skirt, tearing it off my hip, as the button flew across the room. My fragile underwear was next. My bare ass now grinded against his crotch, his cock hardening slowly.
"Don't try teasing me. I will punish you." I disobeyed.
His palm made contact with my bare cheeks, I made a loud guttural moan.
"Harder." My timid voice was barely audible. Despite that, Bruce seemed to get the message as his palm made contact again. Much harder than the last time. I couldn't control myself, this exotic mixture of pain and pleasure had me in a chokehold.
He didn't relent, spanking me again. And again. And again.
Each spank met with a carnal noise from my throat.
He paused after the fifth spank when I felt a sudden touch on my sensitive cunt. It sporadically grazed my folds, moving erratically. "Ready?"
I nodded. "Words." He picked up a condom lying on the table.
"Yes." I sounded desperate. I was yearning for him.
He stepped back, stripped naked and returned.
He propped my left leg on the table, spreading my folds open, as his bulbous head breached inside slightly. He put more of his body weight on me, pushing my cheek into the table.
In one swift but controlled movement, he plunged inside, setting fire to my insides. "HOLY FU—" My mind made a confusing demand for more pain, more pleasure. My eyes rolled so far back that I could see my brain.
