#rob brown

William Parker: bass Rob Brown: alto saxophone, flute Louis Barnes: trumpet Hamid Drake: drums Leena Conquest: vocals

Design, Photography: Cynthia Fetty

he has a lot of money to spare so he easily spoils you with clothes, jewelry, and lingerie. he likes the idea that his dirty money is funding that scrap of fabric that barely covers your body and that he's the only one that gets to take it off of you.

he knew he wanted you the first time he saw you. you wore your modest outfits and acted like a big girl when all you really needed was a powerful man to take care of you.

the soft way you spoke, the genuine smiles you would share, and the shy looks you would send his way told him everything he needed to know. you were perfect.

he's always been envious of pat's life. his perfect wife and kids (and dog), all living harmoniously in that stupid little house.

rob didn't get it at first. he has been working all his life to make a name for himself, but none of it was satisfying. not the money, not the hookers, and not the power. but then you walked into his life and he knew he wanted a family. something to live and work for.

he decided that he needed to get started right away.

he did have to convince (trick) you at first.

he used the "just the tip" excuse

"come on honey, lemme feel you. just for a moment...then i'll put the condom on."

"o-ok, but only for a little bit..."

but then he 'accidentally' cums inside once...and then twice, and then he stopped asking altogether.

"b-but what if i get pregnant?"

"that's the point, sweetheart..."

now the world 'condom' is barred in his book. you could put a gun to his head and he would still refuse to wear one. if he is fucking you, it's to get your pregnant.

he teases you about it. how good of a mommy you will be and how fucking hot you'll look with a round tummy and leaking tits. he knows you love it with how you flutter around his cock, how you moan so wantonly, and beg pathetically for his cum.

rob always wants to be in control (shocker i know). he feeds off of his power over you.

he firmly holds your hips down when you start squirming against his face. he's licking your cunt clean, tongue flicking and laving against your sensitive clit, and it's all too overstimulating for you.

"t-too much!"

he sits up with a disappointed look furrowing in his eyebrows. his hands come up and pin your wrists against the mattress.

"the least you can do is keep still while daddy cleans your mess"

"i can't, robbie" you try to close your legs but he won't let you.

"too bad."

yes, he can be quite ruthless, but it's just because he loves to watch you fall apart for him. he wants to own you. he needs you to want him the way he wants you.

he marks you, nipping and sucking bruises all along your throat until you're whimpering from how tender your skin has become.

he presses bruises into your hips as he pulls you back onto him and makes you take his cock until you're crying from overstimulation.

he also loves watching himself drive into you, knowing that he's the one stretching out your pussy and making you weep in pleasure.