We didn't have time for provocations. Jessy moaned slylyly, the way she did when she couldn't contain herself, and I knew she was so involved in what she would cum before we could even play. And I really didn't want to be late. We would have time for that later. But now... I couldn't wait for her to adapt as I put myself whole inside her body.She was tighter after a month without using that part so much favorite for me. I penetrated to the bottom with all my will, all my extension entering at once, without any warning that I would do it that way. I seemed even bigger to Jessy after that whole month, as if even her body had been closed to no longer allow anyone to enter.She moaned when she felt the pain, but the moan became a whining when she felt the pleasure, and her body understood who was coming and gave me space for it. It was beautiful how she adapted, how she prepared for me. Your heat and humidity enveloped me, numbed me. And I let out a moan as I pressed one knee against the
“And how would you describe as a reason for all the acquisition between fame and money you recently earned, Miss Jones?” asked the interviewer in a casual and rehearsed tone.I could clearly see all the words he hadn't used, but that I would really like, if I wasn't rich and famous enough to take his job with a snap of his fingers. It was the third interview in a single week. His luck was that we were live, and I couldn't send him to shit for his ridiculous expression and derogatory questions.My fame and money were not recent gains. I worked since I was sixteen, I just had more opportunities than most. However, while I invented an answer not to let go of the countless swear words from my head, the man threw a look at me from head to feet that made me understand where all that veiled poison came from.Fat. Witch. Ridiculous. That's what he intended to insert at the end of the sentence, but he had to be content to call me something else. Not that those adjectives were a reality in my l
It was the third time I was late that week.I could never find on the Internet any explanation of why a nap in the afternoon was so invigorating, but four hours of sleep at night were worse than just not sleeping. There were theories, of course, but I've never been too attached to them. Even because if it were, I would choose much more to look for a job at night and at dawn, and leave the afternoon to rest with the angelic harps that played at the time of the nap, unlike the night when insomnia knocked on my door and only allowed me to sleep after the late hours at dawn.If I had a choice, I would have preferred not to fall asleep, since this would imply the fact that I would erase to the point of not seeing if a herd of mammoths would run over me. But my body, despite the usual years of waking up early and sleeping late, still surrendered to fatigue when my daily tasks were over, and I barely noticed when I was already falling into that sleep of the dead. Therefore, the delays were c
“Where is that asshole?” shouted someone in the back of the studio, being reprimanded at the same time. That place was chaos, a joke. I've never seen a more disorganized team. “Can anyone call Hazz? Why doesn't that sonso answer this cell phone shit?”“He's late” shouted a female voice, followed by a chorus of boos. “I've already warned him that he should leave the house two hours in advance, if he has so much capacity to be late. But does anyone listen to my opinion in this place?”“Keep checking the sound, Amelia” cursed the first voice, and I moved my eyes to the man with headphones and black robes, who shouted orders and pointed everywhere. “I want to know why that guy hasn't been sent away to this day?”“He is protected from Ruth” joked another man, messing with the big cameras that made the live broadcast. “She will only send that scam away when there is no longer a single soul that does not complain about his delays.”The place looked like a pandemonium. In fact, everyone seemed
“I can't believe you did this to me again, Hazz!” Ruth practically dragged me by the ears. “You keep complicating me with your habit of being late.”“Ruth, I swear to God it's not a craze” I spoke in a whispered tone, because I was afraid to scream for the hand she held in my ear in that painful pinch. “I ended up sleeping too much. I didn't hear the cell phone ring, and when I noticed it in the sun, I was already two hours late. I swear to God I won't do it again.”In every corridor we passed, everyone looked at the scene and laughed. She was just grumbling, but my way of walking in a hurry should be the fun of the time.“Oh, aren't you going to do it again?” she asked, ironically, still pulling me forward with her hand in my ear. Despite the anger in her voice, she no longer pulled me hard, she only did that to vent some of that fury into her little body. She was so smaller than me, that I might as well have straightened and run away from the reach of her hands, but it seemed cruel t
“Ricardo crashed his car this morning” said Rute, performing a dejected expression. “He sent a message from the hospital, saying that he would only return later with a certificate. He said you already knew you had to be here to replace him. So we all thought you would be on your way, of course, ten minutes after the delay, I made sure to call your phone desperately myself. Like all the others who tried, I was ignored.”“I'm sorry, Rute” I spoke in a sincere tone, but I quickly processed the rest of the information. “About Ricardo, it's a lie, it's all a lie. He said the night before that he wanted to go out with his girlfriend to celebrate another year of dating. There's no accident.”And no one in their right mind would doubt that Ricardo would invent that kind of excuse not to attend. He was the one who lacked work the most, even so, the fact that he was the son of the owner of the station made him have carte blanche to never be present when necessary. I didn't even know what the qua
“You don't have to be in such a hurry now” I spoke in a sharp tone to the interviewer, while he fixed the lapel of his suit and stared at me. Gabbie was finishing fixing my hair and kneading my dress for the long time I spent sitting. I hadn't even looked in the direction of the camera. Living in that artistic world, I learned that photographers never expected a sign of confirmation after we looked in their direction, so I avoided it until I felt really ready. Gabbie walked away, I raised my head and turned to the interviewer. “I've missed at least four appointments since this whole interview started. Don't blame the boy for the lack of preparation of his studio.”“I'm sorry, Miss Jones” said the man, in a tone of someone who doesn't feel much at all. I took a deep breath to push the words that threatened to come out of my mouth. If the nice journalist hadn't been putting herself between us to take the photo, I would have already lost my patience and punched the man. “We are trying to
My smile grew even more. Gabbie snorted. Despite working for me, she was what I could call her best friend for the worst hours. She was the only one - with the exception of my family - who knew my biggest dramas and revolts with men of whom I just had sex and then disappeared. She was the one who answered the messages that I so ignored from those contacts already used. At least she didn't used to scold me for every broken heart I left on a corner. Just for this reason, I gave her my best look of promiscuity, as she said:“Take a way to take him to my dressing room.”“Oh, no, Jessy... Choose someone better” she said, containing a shiver. I giggled low, still watching the stranger move away. He really had a very nice ass. “Can you have sex with everyone, being a man or a woman, and choose that thing? He'll think it's a scam. Poor people always think that anything is a coup.”“Let me think, just take it to me” I asked again, turning my eyes to my feet, in order to see a small thin one tha