He fucks you straight

Before I can even recover from that **** blowjob, he's already reaching forward and kicked off his jeans, letting his entire length completely free. I back away a little, afraid, only to realize that my back is against the couch now and I stumble back, my legs apart and I can actually feel it. My pussy. It's aching and wanting to be filled.

John then plunges forward, the head of his shaft slicing through those outer lips. He pulls back once more before pushing into my hot, tight, clutching pussy.

"Oh, fuck!" I gasp as he pushes in further. He drags out his entire length with deliberate slowness and it's testing my patience, until only the head is rucked in my folds. Then another sudden thrust, he drives it back, forcing me to yelp in pain. Every following stroke picks up the pace, as he fucks me steady. I'm blown off my minds as I feel my insides stretch out, realizing that he's fucking me silly, not just another man in a suit. He's actually fucking Reagan, and I'm completely in her body. I feel him hump a few more times before he blows another load on me, waves of warmth now spreading in my stomach but he just doesn't stop thrusting.

It was pretty light out when I wore Reagan, but it was night by the time John stops, and I'm practically feeling like a rag doll as John finally pushes that large load into me, drenched in cum. My entire body feels sore, and yet it's very hard to think with how good it felt.

I end up falling asleep on the couch as John starts pulling out from me, giving me a kiss on the cheek as I groan tiredly.