#i can see jennifer having a rlly hard time with this ok so i read ur family characterization posts and it sounds like her

[ickybby]

seree doesn't get an answer. though truth be told, she wasn't expecting one. not verbal, anyway. he forced her head into the fine bedding, a soft grunt leaving her body as her back arched at that amazing angle that leaves her fist balled while she grips the sheets. each divine stroke of his cock was pushing her closer and closer to her first orgasm. though knowing her boyfriend, it wouldn't be the last unless they were interrupted or taking a break... and they were known to let little interrupt moments like these. seree can feel her arousal slick her thighs, muscles quivering as she struggles to hold her tiny body up as her breathing grows erratic. when seree slips her hand between the apex of her thighs to tease at her clit, she can't say she'd be surprised to feel how wet she is. dakota's praise and his filth couldn't have come at a better time, they're all the encouragement seree needs to send her over the edge and into her first orgasm. seree comes so hard she's left stuttering the first syllable of his title between her own moans and gasps, refusing to break eye contact until she couldn't handle it any longer and had to shove her face back into the winkled sheets as she rode out the last few waves of pleasure pulsating through her body, fucking herself back into him. she gasps when he pulled his cock out of her, leaving her empty without warning but doesn't question dakota as he moved about the room. when he emerged from the closet she can't help the nervous bout of giggles that left her body. god, how many people had begged for this chance? you could be so rich, you could be the next paris. like she wasn't already a success in her own right. a scandalous one, still. anyone else got laughed at the moment they bought up the ridiculous question. dakota gets her undivided attention. she sits at the edge of the bed on tucked knees, running manicured hands through the silky smooth curls he's tousled. nerves aside, he was the only human being currently alive that could convince her to do something like this with excitement, and for free. he tilts her head upwards with commanding ease. it takes all the self control in seree's body not to allow distraction to kick in to suck the fingers firmly guiding her to meet his intense gaze. "yes sir. -- i can confidently say i've never had a casting process like this before, what's the role?" the word wifey pops into her mind, almost sending her into a tailspin. it sounds forbidden to even think, despite being something her own consciousness presented her with. seree meant the question as a joke, but there was little denying the thought of this relationship title changing like that felt exhilarating. it fucking better, considering she'd risk everything she's built for herself thus far.

arched eyebrows rose in response to seree's snarky comment. dakota liked when she snapped back at him and bitched him out because he found her bratty defiance both arousing and entertaining. he knew that she loved to get a rise out of him by refusing to submit until he fully dominated her - and whatever that meant depended on the day. instead of arguing back and asserting that she did belong to him (which he fully believed, but that was besides the point), he shoved her head down and sped up his tempo. the grip on her skin tightened hard enough to leave bruises as he railed into her, slowly but surely releasing the tension from his body. all of the anger and frustration that stayed in his system throughout the day was coming out through his powerful thrusts and firm grip on seree's body. "you're such a fuckin' brat." he said after a minute or so, trying to laugh, but it quickly turned into a moan as he felt her pussy walls clench around him. hazel eyes rolled back and then closed before he moaned again. "oh, shit - this angle is the one that makes you cum, isn't it?” the question was rhetorical, of course. “good girl. make your pussy grip onto my cock just like that.”

the sound of their bodies moving together in conjunction with their breathy moans echoed through his bedroom. as much as dakota loved to wine and dine his girlfriend and treat her like the queen he thought she was, he also loved to use her like his own personal sex toy. there was something so erotic about making a powerful woman fall to her knees, and allowing her to feel safe enough to fully submit. hazel eyes went back and forth between her gorgeous physique to his own sweat-glistened torso. it was wonder that he hadn't thought of recording them - a sex tape featuring himself and his equally sexy girlfriend would bring him to an orgasm in seconds. and then he got an idea. “hold on, baby.” he pulled out again to search for the camera that he kept in his closet. it only took him a moment to locate the device and the tripod, as well as the oil that was set besides it. once he set it all up, he walked back over to her and lifted her chin to force eye contact. “you were an actress, right? so you know how to perform for the camera? be a good girl follow my lead. show me how talented you are.”