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She’d intended to give Jason a show and now he would get it.
    “How about fucking me with no hands? Think you can manage? Just your cock, nothing else can touch me.”
    Jason watched, seemingly stupefied while the muscled escort gently shouldered him aside and knelt on the bed as Penelope parted her legs wide so he could slide his hips between her thighs. She gasped when he entered her, glorying at the feel of his hardened cock inside her. Their bodies were joined only in that single place, his cock slowly sinking into the pink, slippery slit between her legs. Every one of her senses felt attuned to that pulsing male organ entering and withdrawing from her heat. It felt so sensual, to touch only in that place, his gentle penetration heightening the sensitivity of her pebbled flesh and the feel of each little quiver in her cunt as it squeezed and drew his cock farther inside her. Murry made a low, gruff sound and Penelope closed her eyes and arched her back, ripples of pleasure washing over her as he began a slow, leisurely fuck.

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    Jason was going to fucking  kill  her—but first he was going to watch. Oh dear Lord.
    Dear, dear Lord. She was going to be the end of him.
    His eyes dropped to her tits. They called to him, round and full and female, the nipples drawn and puckered for his kiss already. Moving to the side of the bed, he bent forward, drawing one nipple into his mouth, laving it with his tongue. When it was wet and quivering, he suckled it. Her whole body trembled under his lips and he suckled harder, using his teeth to nip the hard little crest, wanting to devour her. Milk her.
    Huffing, puffing sounds reverberated in the room as Murry fucked her—no hands, just cock—and Jason was so fevered and frantic and wanting that he’d never thought such ardent need possible.
    When Murry began to ram inside Penelope’s small, sleek body even faster, making her whimper and cry like a mare, Jason knew he couldn’t stand it anymore. He needed to be inside her, in that place he’d always craved, a place he knew in his heart was  his .
    He leaned close to whisper to her. “Suck him,” he ordered, hungrily dipping his tongue in her ear.
    Penelope opened her eyes to stare hazily up at Murry. “Come here and let me suck you, big boy,” she said in an intimate whisper.
    When Murry moved, Jason immediately took his place, grabbing Penelope’s hips and sinking his fingers into her warm, moistened flesh as he slammed inside her, making a loud, deranged sound when his penis was finally—  finally , after years—fully sheathed inside her.
    Murry slowly lay down on the bed beside her, settling his hips a few inches away from her face. As if starved, Penelope opened her mouth and searched for the thick, bulbous head of his cock, purring in pleasure when she found it and tugging it into her mouth with her lips. Frenzied, she looked desperate to eat it, taking as much of it as possible while Jason fucked his way into her pussy.
    Jason watched her take the other man, watched as her mouth parted wide and her tongue rubbed against the length of Murry’s thick organ, flicking the folds of the head, swiping along the tip. Licking every inch of his cock that she could, her hand gently cupped his nuts, her thumb slowly brushing along the sparse hairs over the sac, making him groan deliriously.
    Jason was mad with need, his grip holding her fast as he screwed her at will, pounding his cock deep inside her, pulling it out wet and slick and gleaming with her cream, then ramming it back in. No one made him this hot, this horny, except this innocent little slut, doing all these naughty things to him. Torturing him, tormenting him—and proving that she was even wilder than he was!
    Her cunt squeezed him, slick and tight, like nothing he’d slipped his cock into before. If she weren’t sucking on Murry he’d want to pull out his cock and make her suck it, make her taste her own pussy on him, make her eat his drops of