Much further.

You push her back to the carpet and tower above her. Sasha is on her eyes and has to make a conscious effort to dodge your swaying, slick cock. Finally, she swallows and glances down bashfully to avoid your gaze.

“We’ll be taking this much further,” you simply comment while you grab the base of your penis and poke back between her mouth.

You let her relax when you feel her tense, but as she calms down, you start to thrust your hips in and out of her throat, fucking her raw despite being lubricated with her spit. As you slip and slide, you can feel her lips lock around your girth, milking every pass like a tight sleeve.

Sasha reaches and grabs onto your pants while you ride her mouth. All she does is close her eyes and fight the urge to gag– but even that stimulates your meat like she intends to do it.

The unfortunate sounds Sasha makes as she’s throat-fucked are surprisingly loud in your room. Still, you don’t worry about the possible outcomes of being heard, even with her husband so close.

Your hands adjust, and your eyes train on the slut on her knees as she melts to the taste of your penis– she’s hopeless and has to “endure” being used so carelessly by you. As soon as her makeup starts dripping, you pull out and press your balls against her mouth, self-pleasuring your rod with one hand as you pull her closer.

Luckily, there’s no verbal command needed; Sasha reaches out with her tongue before taking one of your testicles between her lips, planting wet kisses and sucking tugs. Your cock throbs at the lewd sensations. You let go of her head, jerking off as she takes sensual care of your package.

You step back and sit on the edge of the bed. Sasha’s eyes draw to the tip of your rod as it drips with spit every time it throbs.

“If we’re going to do more, shouldn’t we get a little more comfortable?”

Your legs bounce, waiting for her. “Scared of getting your clothes dirty? Don’t want to get caught or something?”

“Takes the magic away from proper sex if we’re still dressed,” she stands up and takes off her shirt. “I’m trying to make this work, Warren. So why do you have to be a dick about it?”

“Don’t worry,” you stand up and begin undressing too. “You’ll be getting my dick soon enough.”

Sasha blushes, but you know it isn’t out of compassion or lust; it's more out of embarrassment. That much you are sure of. You let her slip out of her pants before you tell her to join you on the bed, and from there, you start to touch each other with more-than-suggestive passes. Sasha has a similar build to some of the female contractors you’ve seen but has taken good care of herself.

“You have an idea what you can do now, right?” You ask her.

Her eyes move to the pillows. “How about you lay back and let my pussy do the rest of the work tonight?”

You lay on your back and spread your legs slightly as you admire Sasha in the nude. She has a loose expression that doesn’t tell you much, but you guess you don’t mind; all you really want is for her is her body anyway.

Sasha crawls up to you, trying hard not to look sexy but ultimately failing before she’s straddling you. You let the air escape from your lungs, and your hands stretch out, grabbing a handful of her perky chest. She fights the urge to moan, but her nipples are sensitive against your palms.

After a couple of seconds of hands-on intimacy, you guide your tip into her hole. Even though she’s relatively dry, your cock is drenched with her spit and allows you to penetrate her barriers with ease. You feel her blowing air into your face as her vagina’s tightness closes around your member, stretching to compensate for your size.

“Fuck,” she murmurs, biting down on her lower lip as her eyes become glossy. “Fuck…”

She rolls her hips, swallowing more of your inches. She looks down at you, getting lost in during the process of pleasure. You twitch within her fleshy interior as you knead her breasts; the sensation of her warmth soaking in through your fingertips adds to a situation meant to be crude.

Despite there being no love from her, you can feel the anxiety building steadily. Of course, this isn’t new to you or her. Still, it is unique to your combined personalities– the unfortunate distaste she has for you doesn’t show in how she moves her hips over your cock. Still, it milks the same as anyone else’s, if not slightly better, because of the gritty circumstances.

Sasha works herself into a gentle bounce, riding you into her first orgasm, but it doesn’t even make her shudder. The only indication she was experiencing her climax was her closing her eyes and the sensation of the hole becoming slightly slicker.

You hold her waist with both hands and work her into more quicker. She stares at you through slits. Tears drain from her eyes, now moving without your guidance. You encourage her, adjusting your grip because of the sweat that has now accumulated. She’s kept true to her comment. She’s doing most of the work.

Over and over, Sasha keeps fucking herself on your meat pole to a state of senselessness. She’s silent for the most part during this process, but a few lackluster moans manage to leave her quivering lips.

You reach around her ass and squeeze it before spanking it. Sasha continues to fight her body’s desire to make the noises she ought to, but her rippling red ass makes it difficult for her to contain her vocals.

A hot breath comes out, and she throws her hips all the down, plugging herself balls deep and you straight into her womb. She melts, hitting her second orgasm with a stifled scream. She shivers with her eyes wide open.

And then, all at once, you realize you are barely hanging on. You hold her ass, lifting her up and then lowering her down. Aside from your hands simply being there, they aren’t directing any of the movement she’s doing.

Sasha, threw her labored breathing, looks down at you and narrows her gaze slightly. “Don't you fucking dare cum inside of me.”

She slams down, grinding her hips back and forth, milking you with her **** motions. Even though she looked so pitiful a few seconds earlier, she now looked sadist. “Don’t knock me up, Warren.”

Your stuffed meat is cranked in all directions. Her tits sway before you, feeding your system's perversions and desires all at once. Her words contradict her movements, and soon all thought is lost in her. You spank, squeeze, and curse as if you’re fucked as a life-sized fucked doll. The rolls are reversed, but the idea is missing. There’s no **** or personal gain from Sasha’s end, yet she’s riding you like there’s a secret obviously stolen from you.

Again and again. Every drop makes it feel like you’ve gained another inch into her fleshy depths. Her breathing becomes less controlled as she forgoes all worry about being caught or heard by an outside source.

She falls slightly forward, working herself overtime to push you over the edge while warning you not to release a drop inside her. She slows down, riding your length as she watches you. She presses her bust against your face and teases the tip with her girly parts.

“Don’t do it,” she whispers, forcing her breasts against you. “Don’t cum inside of me~!”

Her words are poisonous. You start to spill slightly into her tunnel, but she pulls out completely, leaving your orgasm almost ruined. Your rod slides between her ass cheeks as she moves. You reach for your member and frantically jerk yourself off to the sight of her boobs.

Sasha coos at you while you spray her ass-red with your hot sperm. She bites gently down on her lower lips and lols her tongue over her front teeth. “Warren, Warren, Warren!”

Your cock throbs hopelessly as you release rope after rope of bliss over her. She moans your name, lowering herself close to your ear while she rubs her naked body against yours. Finally, you reach between her legs to replace your grip with hers on your dick.

It feels different with her hand jerking you off. Despite your orgasm now subsiding, you still feel incredibly sensitive after such an intense climax. Her eyes are trained on yours while her mouth begins to curl.

“I always hate the idea of having sex with you, but every time we end up fucking, I find myself oddly satisfied,” she stands on her knees and reaches around to her ass where your cum had painted itself on her. “You’re not my husband, but you’re quite the playboy.”

“You’re no fucking joke, Sasha. Next time I’ll have to show you what I can do.”

“Next time?” Sasha says. “Don’t tell me you’re done already.”