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“shit—come on mama”, michael whined as his head hit the back of the leather limo seats.

“always so impatient mikey.”

you let out a quiet giggle as you unbuttoned his black tailored slacks. he decided to not wear underwear on this day—which wasn’t uncommon for michael.

his cock sprang out, bobbing onto his white button up shirt. the brown pinkish tip leaking globs of precum.

a large grin spread over your face as you gently grabbed him and ran your pointer finger over the slit.

“stop teasing”, micheal groaned out as he grabbed your hand forcefully to wrap around his whole cock.

knowing he was getting impatient with you—you used both hands to slowly jerk him off. the globs of precum spurting out used as lube that shinned over his cock.

he gripped the leather seats and rolled his head to the side to look at you. “faster, please mama.”

you couldn’t say no to him, his brown doe eyes blown wide with a certain ecstasy only you could bring him.

gripping his cock tighter with both hands you jerked at a faster rhythm — watching michael’s face scrunch up at the change of speed.

you knew michael was close, it never took much to get him to release for you — but you wanted to see him do more.

one of your hands snaked down to his balls, where you cupped and massaged them as you fastened the speed on his cock.

michael felt a familiar pit in his stomach, grasping at anything he can catch ahold onto in the seat. “please. ma—oh my god.” he didn’t even know what he was begging for, but you made him feel so good.

you leaned over, breast pushing up on the side of him.

“cum for me michael. please daddy.”

the way michael’s mouth feel open and he squinched his eyes shut, you knew you had him. if only you could take a picture of him in this exact moment.

he let out a series of moans as thick white ropes of cum shot out of his cock. you continued to work him through his high until he grabbed your hand to stop you.

michael made eye contact with you, his lashes wet from the intense euphoric feeling you made him feel. he swiped a few spurts of cum off his cock and brung his fingers to your mouth. he watched you giddily wrap your soft plump lips around his index and pointer finger, sucking every last dribble of cum.

“thank you mikey.”

michael knew his wife had a slick mouth, vulgar even if he wanted to be technical. it’s been like that since before they got married.

she leaned back against the kitchen counter, one hip poked out and showing under her silk night gown. “please michael. you’ve been acting like a bitch since you’ve came back home”, she scoffed. michael blinked and tiled his head, trying to process what his wife just called him.

he stalked towards, his larger figure appeared before her quickly, towering. “get on your knees”, he mumbled, leaving no room up for debate as he unfastened his belt. the same belt that was hanging off of him while performing. she went willingly, plump lips parted, head tilted up with mock-innocence. she was always like this, he thought — ran her mouth one minute, then switched to listen to him like an obedient wife the next.

her eyes fluttered shut as he shoved his belt behind her neck like a reign, folding the ends into his fists, not too tight, but firm enough to keep her in place and to leave a nice little bruise. “you run your mouth so good, sweetheart. let’s see if you can put it to better use, yeah?” she looked up through her lashes, lips already parting, pupils blown wide. he jolted the belt a bit to get her attention, “words, sweetheart. don’t go dumb on me yet.”

she nodded her head to the best of her ability and gave him a verbal answer. “yes daddy”. those two words had michael letting out an audible low groan. he was familiar with her saying that, but it felt like the first time before always. he gave her the green light to take off his pants. his cock bobbing out of his boxers, standing at attention directly in her face with globs of precum leaking out his slit.

“open.” she obeyed. and he groaned low in approval, the sound alone made her thighs squeeze together. he thrusted hard into her mouth. deep. mean. putting his frustration from the words she said in his strokes. she choked, hands scrambling to grip his thighs, but the belt held her where he wanted her — face tilted up and mouth wide open.

he rocked his hips slow and deep in a rhythm, letting her feel every inch drag over her tongue, pulling out just enough for her to gasp before pushing his cock back in and holding her there. her eyes rolled and thighs pressed tight together while arousal dripped onto the floor. michael’s grip only got tighter. “such a dirty mouth”, he snarled, voice ragged. “you say dumb stuff just to get me this upset. don’t you?”

she let out a whimper, eyes glossy, tears pricking at the corners, with a mouth full of his cock. she nodded in a desperate attempt to answer his question, knowing michael didn’t like to be left unanswered. he held her jaw in his massive hand, belt in the other—tilting her face so he could watch the saliva get all over her lips and face.

he let out a mean laugh, “i know sweetheart. just take it, since you always have so much to say.” he thrust again, ragged this time, holding the belt in place as she deep throated his whole cock. he let out a breathy moan as she gagged just the way he liked. her long nails curled into the leather at his knees, thighs squirming, desperate and wet. but she didn’t pull away, she never did. even as her eyes watered while spit and precum leaked at the sides of her mouth, and her jaw began to hurt.

and when he finally let her breathe — pulling out with a slick pop, her spit dripping down her chin, she looked ruined. “are you sorry?” she huffed and puffed trying to catch her breath. “yes”, voice sounding meek and scratchy.

“thought so”, he threw the belt to the side and grabbed a handful of her hair. “‘m not done yet baby”. he gripped the base of his cock and slapped it on her spit covered lips. “open up”, he began to slowly feed her his cock, inch by inch. groaning loudly as the grip he had on her hair tightened, “never can get enough of this mouth.”

he stared down at her, she looked so beautiful in his eyes — lashes droopy, spit slick on her chin, and lips swollen from how well she’d taken him. “you always talk back,” he murmured, watching the way her eyes fluttered. rocking his hips slowly into her mouth, “but no one would ever believe how sweet you are when your mouth’s full.”

she whined softly around him, jaw beginning to ache, her throat fluttering with effort. michael didn’t rush — he wanted her to feel all of it, all of him. “just like that, sweetheart,” he rasped. “almost there. i promise.” her nails dug into his thighs, and he tightened his hold in her hair as he reached his peak — spilling his seed into her mouth with a sharp moan that bordered on a growl.

“swallow it,” he ordered, breathless, watching her with a small grin. “all of it baby.” and she did, cheeks hollowing, throat working — until she looked up again with that same mock-innocent glint in her eye, even as her chest rose and fell with heavy breaths. he leaned down, cupping her jaw and brushing his thumb across her wet swollen lower lip.

“you run your mouth like that again,” he warned, “and next time, i’ll plug your nose.”