#kenny ackerman

You were flattered, and not with the feigned bashful act you usually put on just to get an extra tip out of whatever creep you were entertaining for the night, but actually flattered. 

You paused, eyes flickering between his until you suddenly bent down to straddle his lap like an agile cat, the pretty corners of your lips drawing up as you became face to face with him. Your knees sunk into the cushions on either side of his thighs, your arms wrapped around his neck while you sat right atop his bulge, pussy barely covered by the flimsy excuse of a thong you had on.

Deciding to treat him to something you never offer to any of your other clients — access to touch you, to feel you. You heard the quiet but sharp breath he took through his nose, saw how the muscle in his thigh jumped, and you grinned, a stir of excitement beginning to ripple in your lower belly.

You rolled back and forth slowly, letting him feel your warmth envelop his denim covered cock, your clit throbbing at the friction that came with every little buck of your hips. His jaw came down tight, his head falling back with his hands gripped at his sides, one of which holding onto that glass for dear life, not daring to scare you off with his heavy handed touch. 

But that wouldn’t do, you wanted him to feel you up, to continue appreciating you the way you wanted to be. You plucked the glass from his hand, setting it on the counter beside him, purposefully pressing your breasts against his chest. When you pulled back, you grabbed his wrists and guided his hands over your hips, molding your smaller hand on top of his, making him indent his fingers into your flesh. 

And then…

He had your cheek smushed into the armrest of the loveseat, two thick fingers hooked into your cheek, with his fat cock buried in your cunt, the obscene plap sound only barely concealed by the thumping music just outside the door. 

The hot pink lighting in the room made the thong of yours he had wrapped around his fist sparkle, and he chuckled at the sight, tugging on it harder like it was a leash, slamming into you nice and hard. 

“You treat all your customers like this? Let them have a joy ride in this lil’ pussy?” he asked through an airy grunt, sliding his fingers from out your mouth to curl all five digits around your jaw until your cheeks squished together, craning down to watch you struggle to speak. 

“N-no,” you babbled tearfully, pretty done up eyes now smeared along with your lipstick, shaking your head through his tight grip. “Aw,” he cooed patronizingly, letting you bury your face back into the armrest as he buried himself in you, groaning with relief at the way your cunt fluttered around him. “Makes me feel real special.” he exhaled, slapping a calloused hand into the fat of your ass. 

“How much extra to cum inside this little cunt then, sweetheart?”

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