Isabella gets face fucked

Isabella's mind was spinning. 3 Billion dollars. She couldn't believe it. That was almost the annual government budget of Montesoro. She could change everything, use the money to buy anyone she wanted. Topple Romero, create an army, rebuild the economy, and more. All that, in a small folder in a greedy finance minister's hand.

"And you didn't run away with all that? You could live like a king for the rest of your life. Why did you bring this to me, Carlos?"

Carlos' smile faded.

"Your father might have given me the keys to the kingdom, thinking I'm just a fool, but he never trusted me. I was kept under surveillance, my calls were tapped. I knew that if I did anything, my family would disappear."

"So, why now? You could have taken the money, escaped, and started a new life."

"Valdés and his secret police lackeys are still watching me, and should I try to leave the country they would search me and find the folder. If they get their hands on it, I'm gonna end up sleeping with the crocodiles, and you can kiss your presidency goodbye."

Isabella fell into deep thought, her hands stroking his deflating cock absentmindedly. Carlos groaned, the sensation of her delicate but strong fingers bringing his erection back to life.

"You know, I'm taking a huge risk coming to you." Carlos said, putting a hand on the back of her head. "I think I deserve a little reward."

He grabbed her hair and pushed her head down, his cock parting her rosy lips. Isabella did not resist.

She took him inch by inch, her eyes watering as his cockhead hit the back of her throat. Her lips formed a tight ring around his shaft, her saliva coating him. He moaned, his fingers digging into her scalp.

Isabella realised she could not breathe with him so deep inside her, and tried to pull away, making it halfway up his shaft before he pulled her head down once more, thrusting to meet her. His cock slid back down her throat, and she gurgled, their mixed juices leaking from the corner of her mouth.

This repeated several times, Isabella trying to escape and Carlos slamming himself back in with greater **** each time. Tears rolled down her cheeks, mascara and lipstick running down her face.

Finally, as she felt her vision blur from lack of oxygen and her head swam on the precipice of darkness, he let her go. She pulled back, gasping for breath. His cock was soaked in her saliva, thick strands of drool hanging from her lips.

"F-fuck... fuck you..." she gasped.

Carlos' fingers tightened in her hair, pulling her face up. His eyes were dark, his pupils dilated.

"Shut the fuck up," he hissed. "You're the one that should be apologizing. You made me work for it, you didn't even bother to use your tongue."

He slapped her cheek, the **** of the blow sending her reeling. He grabbed her by the arm, pulling her out of the desk and throwing her against the wall. She gasped, the wind knocked out of her.

He grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head.

"If I'm going to have to fuck your mouth to cum, I will," he growled.

Isabella, struggling to free her hands, looked up at him helplessly.

"Please... no, don't..." she pleaded.

He **** his cock onto her face, pressing it against her lips.

"Open up," he ordered.

She obeyed, her lips parting, allowing his shaft entrance.

Without warning, he thrust deep into her mouth, burying himself to the hilt. Isabella gagged, her throat convulsing.

He pulled back, enjoying the grip of her throat as his meat slid out.

"There we go," he moaned.

He began pumping with wild abandon, his hips slamming into her face. Her head bounced off the wall, the sound of their flesh meeting echoing through the room.

"That's better, isn't it?" he groaned.

He continued his ****, fucking her mouth like it was a pussy. His cock was coated with her drool, her spit flying everywhere.

Isabella's head swam, her eyes rolling back in her skull. The hard wall behind her head sent shocks of pain each time he thrusted into her, bouncing her skull off it. His balls slapped against her chin, the sound loud and wet.

He fucked her mouth for minutes, his speed never slowing. His balls were tight, his cock pulsing.

Isabella surrendered her throat in hopes of relief, felt it bulge to accomodate the invasion by his cock. She gurgled, her tongue pushed aside by his manhood.

Carlos tensed, his fingers gripping her hair, buried hilt deep into her face.

"Swallow it, Bella," he hissed.

His balls tightened, his load spilling forth. The first wave was overwhelming, the salty fluid shooting down her throat. The cock pulsed over and over, sending more seed into her gaping mouth. She tried to swallow, her throat bulging, but she couldn't keep up. It filled her mouth, still occupied by Carlos' fuckmeat, and poured out of her lips, the pearly liquid spraying onto her dress and the floor. With a retch, some shot up and out of her nose, dripping down her face.

Carlos held her there, arms pinned over her head, making sure every last drop is emptied into the receptacle below him. His eyes never left her face, beautiful even with his jizz smeared all over it.

Once he was finally done, he released her. She fell in a heap, gasping. The taste of him was strong in her mouth, her jaw aching. Her head throbbed, and from the sting in her throat she was sure she would be hoarse for the rest of the week.

Carlos stood above her, his chest heaving, his cock glistening. He watched her with a grin, enjoying the view.

"Fuck, Bella, you look hot like that. I should have done this ages ago."

Isabella wiped her face with the sleeve of her dress, smearing the cum even further.

"Shut the fuck up, Carlos," she growled.

He laughed, pulling out some tissues from atop the desk and cleaning his deflating cock.

"No, I'm serious. This was amazing, and you know it. The way you just submitted, and let me do whatever I wanted. Fuck, I haven't been so turned on in ages."

Isabella scowled, trying to clean herself up. She could feel the warm liquid dripping down her dress, staining the black sash.

"But if you think that's it, you're dead wrong," Carlos added, throwing the dirty tissues at her. "I showed you the money, but you're going to have to do more to earn it. At least, until I know I'm protected from your enemies."

Isabella glared up at him.

"Fine. Just get the fuck out of here."

Carlos shrugged, zipping up his pants and redoing his belt.

"Sure, I had enough fun for today. But if you want to seriously discuss what you can do in exchange for this folder, meet me at my villa. I will tell the servants to prepare extra bedsheets. It's going to get messy."

She threw the wad of tissue paper at him.

He dodged, and with another trademark smirk left the room, leaving Isabella alone with her thoughts and a cum stained dress. Taking a moment to compose herself and clean herself off as best she could, she turned her attention to the desk that she was so recently getting mouth-**** under.

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