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over her like a dominant ruler, taking the pleasure
from her mouth with cocky confidence like she belonged on her
knees. His attitude was hot. She stroked his cock without his
protest. He thrust his hips with gentle pumps. She worked her lips
up and down his shaft, streaked his dick with her lipstick, and
dared to take more with each stroke. Her lips were light, her pumps
were fast, and she was making his head hit the back of her
throat.
    When she couldn’t slip in the last few
inches, she marked his base by nibbling and kissing. She held his
cock up to his stomach and brushed her lips along his balls. She
stroked him while tickling his sack with her lips. When his dick
twitched in her hand and he groaned low, she returned to sucking
him in case he finished without warning.
    Testing the speed of her swift sucking and
his ability to withstand her lips became intensely arousing.
Camille enthusiastically blew his top, and then sucked him in deep,
all the while she gradually sucked harder. She wanted him to climax
in her mouth, and taste his cum. Her strokes became faster, and her
feral greed for him couldn’t be reeled in.
    The sounds and smell of sex in the air
thrilled her. She played with herself while Bruce watched her
carnal play, and even when he gripped her hair tight and pulled to
make her stop. Camille fought against him, and endured the pain of
his tugging so she could continue. She greedily bobbed. He yanked
her hair, but when he jerked her back to maintain control, her
mouth made a final, firm stroke to his tip. He yelled, “Fuck! I
have to cum!” He thrust his hips, and to her surprise, he drove his
dick in so deep his head and shaft slipped into her throat. He
pumped, and with each squirt of cum he pulled back to let his hot
cream pool onto the back of her tongue. She had just enough to
taste before he propelled forward again and his hot semen rushed to
her throat. Each time his cock jet out cum onto her tongue, he
drove it back to her throat. After several swings of his hips, he
came to stop with her lips hugged around his dick.
    Camille lightly sucked to the end, and gave
his shaft a few strokes as she stood. Like before, she let her
nipples glide up his body. She had satisfied his beast within, and
the need to chase her surely wasn’t as strong. There was only one
way to make him continue to hunt her. When her nipples reached his
chest, she winked as she said, “Till next time then.”
    He quickly seized her wrist the moment she
turned to walk away. He shook his head with obvious confusion.
“Where are you going?”
    “Hmm.” She looked around the room,
pretending to think. She hoped he’d follow her to the glory holes.
But as she scanned the room, she noticed things she hadn’t
before—women in boxes with gapping holes over their mouths, tits,
and pussy, sacrificial deflowering of a virgin took place beside an
artist who painted her and described his work in sign language, and
even men walking around with dicks covered in a glittery, sugar
like dust that Camille guessed was some odd drug because of the way
women acted once they tasted it. Half nude belly dancers did a
striptease to music with no rhythm and unknown instruments.
Everyone was wild and rowdy, making eccentric, billionaire Bruce
look tame in comparison.
    A chime rang to its own beat, and with each
sound a plume of fog rolled in, or maybe it was smoke. The room
went dark before black lights flooded the foyer with bright neon in
green, blue, and purple which was sprayed and speckled all over the
walls and everyone covered in white. The glowing haze smelled of
weed and billowed until thick as the bell continually rung.
    When Camille felt suddenly out of place,
Bruce stole her attention by slinking an arm around her waist and
luring her back to him. He slid two fingers up her stomach and
between her breasts, and burned his smoldering gaze into her.
Camille’s taste of him only kindled his fire, and she was certain
he wasn’t about to let go