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The dim studio light flickered as Billie, dressed in an oversized band tee and ripped jeans, sank to her knees. Her eyes were locked on the thick, throbbing cock inches from her face. She had heard the rumors, but seeing it in flesh was another story. The room was filled with the scent of her perfume, mixed with the heavy musk of masculine arousal. "Well?" the voice above her growled, a tone that demanded attention. Billie's pulse quickened. She had no doubts about her skills, but this cock... it was a beast. She leaned in, her breath hot against the sensitive skin. "Tell me what you want, Billie." The heavy cock throbbed in response to her soft breaths, a drop of pre-cum glistening at the tip. Billie licked her lips, her tongue darting out to collect the salty bead. She looked up, her eyes meeting his, and saw the hunger there. She smiled, a wicked curve of her lips. She leaned in, her tongue swirling around the thick head. She spit on it, her hands already working up and down the shaft, pumping furiously. She sucked and bit, her teeth gently grazing the sensitive skin. She took more in her mouth, her cheeks hollowing out as she sucked harder, her head bobbing faster. Billie gagged around the massive girth but she was blazing forward. She felt her gag-reflex being tested. This wasn't just a cock, it was game changing. Billie felt his balls brushing against her chin. She made a show of pulling back just to spit on and then return her lips around head of his cock. She rested her hands on his thighs and allowed the beast to slide to the back of her throat. His hands reached down, grips her hair. She moaned around his thick length, the vibrations making his cock twitch. He was close, she could feel it. But she wanted more. She wanted him to lose control, to beg. She pulled back, her lips popping off the head with a wet sound. "Fuck, Billie," he groaned, his hips jerking forward. She smiled up at him, her eyes glittering with mischief. She reached up, her fingers wrapping around the base of his cock, pumping it roughly. His hips moved in sync with her hand, a desperate rhythm. She leaned in, her tongue licking up the length of his shaft, her fingers digging into his thighs. "Please, Billie." His voice was a ragged plea. She could feel his cock jerking between her lips, ready to explode. She pulled back, her hand still pumping his length. He groaned, his body tensing as he fought for control. She smiled, her eyes never leaving his. She took a deep breath and spit on his cock. Then she released the base and wrapped both hands back around the shaft, putting her mouth back on the head and sliding it into her throat. His hips thrust. This time she did not pull away.

Billie's mouth was a furnace, her tongue a relentless flame licking up and down his shaft. She took him deep, her throat relaxing to accommodate his size. She gagged slightly, tears streaming down her face, but she didn't stop. She wanted this—to own this monster, to make him shatter. His hands tightened in her hair, pulling painfully, but she welcomed it. She moaned around his length, the vibration making his cock jump. She could taste the saltiness of his pre-cum, the tang of her own spit mixing with it. "You're such a dirty little slut, aren't you?" he growled. She moaned in response, the humiliation fueling her desire. She reached up, her nails digging into his ass, pulling him deeper into her throat. She could feel his balls tightening, his body tensing. He was close, so close. She pulled back, gasping for breath, her saliva coating his cock. She looked up at him, her eyes watering, mascara streaking down her cheeks. She spat on his cock, the saliva dripping down to his balls. She leaned in, her tongue licking up the length of his shaft, her fingers digging into his thighs. She took his balls in her mouth, rolling them gently, her tongue swirling around them. She sucked one into her mouth, her teeth gently grazing the sensitive skin. He hissed, his hips jerking. She pulled back, her breath ragged. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with lust and challenge. "Fuck my face," she demanded. "Make me take it all." He groaned, his hips jerking forward. She opened her mouth wide, her tongue sticking out, ready to take him. She reached up, her hands wrapping around the base of his cock, pumping it roughly. She took a deep breath and he thrust forward, his cock sliding down her throat. She gagged, her body convulsing, but she didn't stop him. She wanted this—wanted him to use her, to fuck her face. She moaned around his length, the vibrations making his cock twitch. She could feel him hitting the back of her throat, his balls slapping against her chin. She pulled back, gasping for breath, her saliva coating her chin. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with lust and triumph. She was pushing him to his limit. She spat on his cock and he groaned, his body tensing and he thrust forward again, his cock sliding down her throat.

The room filled with the filthy sounds of Billie's mouth working his cock. She gagged repeatedly, tears streaming down her cheeks, but she didn't relent. She took him deeper, her throat relaxing to accommodate his immense size. Her hands worked in tandem, one pumping the base of his cock, the other cupping his balls, rolling them gently. She could feel his pulsating and she hummed around the shaft. She knew she was pushing him to the edge. "Fuck, Billie," he growled, his hips moving in desperate thrusts. "You're gonna make me cum." She moaned in response, the sound muffled around his thick cock. She could feel him swelling, his body tensing. She reached up, her fingers digging into his ass, pulling him deeper into her throat. She wanted it all—wanted to feel him explode down her throat. His grip in her hair tightened, his hips jerking forward. She gagged, her body convulsing, but she didn't stop him. She took him deeper, her throat constricting around his length. He threw his head back, a guttural roar escaping his lips. She could feel it—his cock pulsing, his balls tightening. She moaned, her eyes watering, mascara streaking down her cheeks. She was ready. He thrust forward one last time, his cock hitting the back of her throat. She gagged, her body trembling, but she held on. She felt his cock jerk, and then he was exploding, his hot cum shooting down her throat. She swallowed, her throat working to keep up with the volume. She could feel his body shuddering, his grip in her hair painful. But she didn't care. She wanted this—wanted him to use her, to cum in her throat. She pulled back, gasping for breath, his cum dripping from her chin. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with lust and satisfaction. She had done it—had taken him all, had made him cum. She reached up, her fingers tracing his cock, collecting the remaining cum. She brought her fingers to her mouth, licking them clean, her eyes never leaving his. She smiled, a wicked curve of her lips. He groaned, his body still trembling. "Fuck, Billie. You're a fucking temptress."

Make him cum again but all over her and him then her take a photo as black mail at the end make this the final chapter

His breath ragged, he stepped back, his cock glistening with her saliva and his spent seed. But Billie wasn't done. She stood, her eyes locked onto his, a wicked grin spreading across her face. She licked her lips, tasting the remnants of his cum. She spat on the floor, mixing it with her saliva, and then dropped to her knees again, looking up at him with a challenge in her eyes. "Again," she demanded. He groaned, his cock already stirring at her feet. He grabbed her by the hair, pulling her up to her knees. She opened her mouth, her tongue sticking out, ready to take him again. But this time, he had other plans. He stroked his cock, feeling it harden under his touch. He could see the lust in her eyes, the desire to be used, to be dirtied. He moved closer, his cock bobbing in front of her face. He spat on it, the saliva dripping down to his balls. He grabbed her hair tighter, pulling her head back. She moaned, her eyes never leaving his cock. He started to stroke himself, his hand moving up and down his shaft. She reached up, her fingers digging into his thighs, pulling him closer. He could feel her hot breath on his cock, could see the desire in her eyes. He moved closer, his cock brushing against her lips. She opened her mouth wide, her tongue sticking out, ready to take him. But he pulled back, a cruel smile on his face. He spit on her face, the saliva dripping down her cheek, mixing with her tears. She moaned, her body trembling with lust. He grabbed his cock, stroking it roughly. He could feel the familiar tension building in his balls, the pressure in his cock. He was close, so close. He moved closer, his cock brushing against her lips again. He spit on her face again, the saliva dripping down her neck, mixing with her sweat. He grabbed her hair, pulling her head back. She moaned, her eyes filled with lust and anticipation. He stroked his cock faster, his hand moving up and down his shaft. He could feel it—his cock pulsing, his balls tightening. He was going to cum, and he was going to cum all over her face. He groaned, his hips jerking forward. He came, his cock exploding, his hot cum shooting out onto her face. She moaned, her eyes closed, her mouth open, her tongue sticking out, ready to catch every drop. He groaned, his body shuddering, his cum covering her face, her cheeks, her lips, her chin. She opened her eyes, looking up at him, her face covered in his cum. She smiled, a wicked, triumphant smile. She reached up, her fingers tracing his cock, collecting the remaining cum. She brought her fingers to her mouth, licking them clean, her eyes never leaving his. She stood up, her body trembling with satisfaction. She grabbed her phone, snapping a picture of them both, covered in his cum, their faces flushed with lust and triumph. She smiled, a wicked, dangerous smile. "Just in case you ever forget what a slut I can be," she said, showing him the photo. He groaned, his body still trembling, his cock already hard again. She walked over to him, her body pressing against his. She kissed him, her tongue pushing into his mouth, tasting his cum on her lips. She pulled back, her eyes locked onto his. "Now," she said, her voice a low growl, "let's do it again." She dropped to her knees, her mouth open, ready to take him again. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with lust and challenge. "Fuck my face," she demanded. "Make me take it all." She was ready, and he was more than willing. He grabbed her hair, pulling her head back, and thrust forward, his cock sliding down her throat. She gagged, her body convulsing, but she didn't stop him. She wanted this—wanted him to use her, to fuck her face, to cum all over her. And she was going to make sure he did. She was going to make sure he never forgot who owned him, who made him cum, who made him beg. She was Billie, and she was a fucking temptress.

Make him cover her one more time then have her leave and tell him to get ready for the real fun next time

He hadn't expected her to be this relentless, but Billie was determined to leave her mark. She took him deep, her throat working around his cock, her eyes watering but never leaving his. He could feel the pressure building again, his balls tight and aching. He grit his teeth, trying to hold back, but she wasn't having it. She pulled down her top, exposing her breasts, and pinched her nipples hard, moaning around his cock. The sight sent him over the edge. He gripped her hair tightly, his hips jerking forward as he came again. His cum shot out, coating her face, her tits, dripping down to the floor. She moaned, her body shuddering with satisfaction, her face a mess of his seed. She looked up at him, her eyes wild, her breath ragged. Billie stood, her body glistening with sweat and cum. She grabbed her phone, taking a few more pictures, capturing every filthy detail. She smiled, that wicked, dangerous smile he was starting to love. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear. "That's for next time," she whispered. "Get ready, because I'm going to make you beg." She pulled back, her eyes locked onto his. "And I'm going to make you cum so hard, you'll see stars." With that, she turned and walked away, leaving him standing there, his cock hard, his body trembling, and his mind racing. He could still see her, her body covered in his cum, her eyes filled with lust and triumph. She was a fucking temptress, and she owned him. He couldn't wait for next time. He knew she was going to make him pay, and he was going to love every fucking second of it. He looked down at his cock, still hard and ready. He stroked it, feeling the pleasure build, but he didn't cum. He wanted to save it, to build it up, to make it last. He wanted to be ready for Billie, ready for whatever she had planned. He was going to give her what she wanted, and he was going to make her pay for it. He was going to make her cum, and he was going to make her scream. He was going to make her his, and he was going to make her remember it.