"I hope that's enough…" That whispered wail made Missy's heart clench, but before she could even think to ask what was wrong, the regret was gone from Logan's face, replaced by that determined and determined expression. mischievous, which she was beginning to learn always preceded some moment of pleasure – Trust me, love, you'll soon be enjoying fingering that little pussy of yours. But first… – he palmed her ass, giving her a firm grip before bringing her closer to him, impaling her with his cock to the point where her clit rubbed against his muscular abdomen – I think I should give her a hug. you a small sample of how your life will be from now on... And then, in the next second, she was on cloud nine, unable to even remember her own name. It was the only way to describe the feeling of pure satisfaction that washed over her as Logan began to drive himself inside her with all his might, hitting sensitive spots and reaching depths unheard of in her pussy while fingering her clit wicke
She could do this. After all, what's the worst that could happen? Okay, maybe that wasn't the most appropriate question to ask, since the last time she had ended up humiliated in a room full of people. But still, she needed to open that door. She'd been standing there, doorknob in hand, for countless minutes since she'd finally been satisfied with her software progress that day. Logan even said that she was brave enough going to the agency that afternoon, even if her heart was heavy with the idea of meeting Liam and Suzan and reliving that whole night all over again, just by looking at them. Fortunately, neither of them was around when she arrived. But her friends were. And she felt awful for keeping herself so distant since the night of the party. Of course, they had all sent her numerous messages of support and wanting to know how she was doing, terribly worried. However, between spending days wallowing in her grief and then suddenly finding herself hatching a plan for revenge, whi
- You're so disgusting... - Simon muttered behind her, clearly enraged - Don't listen to her, Missy. That's just repression, because she's seething with envy from the inside, now that she's stuck with that idiot Newton, while you have the man she always wanted to conquer in the palm of her hand! he teased, earning a death glare from Suzan. - Oh, please! – Suzan snarled, with the mask of falsehood that she had been trying to keep finally falling – Do you really think anyone will buy that? As if Logan Knight would really be interested in someone as sly and ridiculous as you! Do you need to hear what Liam always said about you again, sweetheart, to understand that it's all true? Which is what everyone, especially men, think? – Suzan laughed, with no humor in her voice, just anger and mockery – Do you think I don't know that his stuck-up little sister should have asked him to do that? Or maybe you weren't able to thinking about it and really believed that he might be interested in you? –
Blushing again, only now from her last hair to her toes, Missy gasped, especially since, not being satisfied, he moved that hand up between her legs and began to massage her clit through the top of her pants, while he continued driving calmly, as if nothing was happening. Even without knowing what exactly he was planning, especially where she was touching herself, Missy allowed herself to melt into the leather seat, forgetting about everything but his touch and the unspoken promise of one more night of pleasure. ahead. So when he finally parked after several interminable miles, Missy practically threw herself out of the car, eager for him to take her to her bed and show her all the things she'd been fantasizing about that morning. However, as Logan chuckled at her hurriedness and began to get out of the car at a perfectly normal speed, Missy couldn't help but be impressed by the house before her. Last week, when he'd brought her here, in the middle of the dark of night, she'd been so
- Missy… – he smiled affectionately, although he was already taking off his remaining clothes, leaving himself completely naked, with his long and thick cock erected before her – The only person who can find out what that pretty little pussy likes… – he closed the fist around his own erection, starting to masturbate slowly, while she watched him, mesmerized - It's you. So don't be afraid to experiment, love. You love science, don't you? Think of it as a science experiment, so if it makes you feel more confident. – Logan suggested, but there was no mockery in her tone, just understanding-To discover or prove something, you must first theorize and then test it, right? -Yes...-she laughed, embarrassed, swallowing the accumulated saliva in her mouth as she watched him touch himself, as he wanted her to do. - Well, then here is our laboratory. - he ran his eyes hungry and dark with desire all over her naked body, stretched out on the bed - And the only way to find out what makes that hot
Wanting both, she sucked him harder into her mouth, reaching her exhausted hands to caress the rest of the huge cock she couldn't swallow and gently squeeze the balls, which felt sore from being so heavy. It didn't take many touches for her to feel him flicker over her tongue and begin to come in long, hot spurts into her mouth. Her cum was thick and bitter, and as that thick cream rolled down her throat, she decided she liked the taste. They both moaned together as it continued to flow through her greedy mouth, until, feeling like she was about to choke, Missy withdrew it from between her lips, allowing a few thick spurts to spill over her face, before aiming the tip of her mouth. his cock pulsing down to her breasts, stroking to encourage him to continue to come abundantly, enjoying the feel of thick, creamy cum running down her face and breasts, marking her with white. - Missy… - Logan finally took a deep breath, the jets of cum finally becoming thinner as his orgasm ended and he h
There was no need to be so nervous. After all, she and Logan had dated before. And everything had been absolutely perfect. Perhaps the nervousness was just stemming from the rest of the tension she'd built up after her first therapy session that day. It had been good, but also bad at the same time. There were still a plethora of important aspects to mention – especially the issue of revenge – but that day, she and the therapist had spent a solid two hours talking about the incident and how it had brought up very old insecurities in her that, Missy had to admit, they had been with her for a long time. That feeling of insufficiency and insignificance had not been born on the night of the party, but had certainly been strengthened. And, as the therapist had told her, only she could fight those feelings. There were no magic formulas to cure it, just daily battles and a slow and gradual acceptance. With a sigh, struggling to be positive and thinking that both her therapy and the revenge p
- How dare you talk about my son like that? – Lauren raged, her voice so loud that her ear almost hurt – He deserved someone much better than you: prettier, more refined and more educated! But even so, he's done me the favor of putting up with dating you, and even after you've bruised his poor little nose, Liam is still willing to give you a chance, after I've talked it over with him. How can you be willing to throw all that away?! He's the best catch a bland girl like you could ever get! – she roared, furious – How can you be stupid enough to think that he really wouldn't look for something better at some point? It was almost his right, since you weren't able to make him happy! How could you not realize that it was you who caused him to have to look elsewhere for what he would never have with you? - This is not true! – Missy sobbed, now in tears, insistently trying to defend herself from those horrible words, which were being like knives in her already broken heart – I wasn't the cau