NOT SAFE!
Descriptive sex scene with OW, hero is an escort and of course heroine is celibate for more than a decade 🤮
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Jack closed his eyes, focusing on the movement of his tongue against Sylvia’s clit, the pattern of her breathing as she chased a third orgasm. He projected the most lurid and depraved fantasies onto his mind, trying to persuade a particular part of his body to sit up and listen.
It wasn’t enough to make her climax. She could get that for free on her own. Sylvia Lydney was paying for his cock. However, his money-making member was currently on strike and not responding to any of the urgent messages he was sending its way.
He licked faster, responding to the subtle cues he’d learnt a year ago when they’d first had sex. She was close, but he hadn’t even reached the starting line. Bringing a hand to his cock, he frantically tried to rub it back to life, and allowed himself to slip into the ultimate fantasy—that of another red-headed woman.
But even that shot of visual Viagra didn’t work. His cock was refusing to play ball.
‘Jasper,’ Sylvia gasped, patting his shoulder as if to get his attention.
The false name he always used with clients now turned his stomach.
He raised his head. ‘You okay, Sylvia?’ he asked, making sure he sounded sufficiently out of breath with arousal.
‘I want to come with you inside me.’
Fuck! He vibrated the tip of his tongue against her clit. ‘You sure about that?’
She laughed breathlessly. ‘Yes, Jasper. There’s nothing in the world as good as your cock.’
He hummed approval into her pussy, then slowly kissed his way up her body.
Eveline’s legs clamped around my head as she comes on my face. Eveline screaming my name as she climaxes around my cock. Eveline begging for more. Eveline—
‘Jasper? Is everything okay?’
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!
‘Mmmm?’ he replied, lazily circling Sylvia’s nipple.
She pushed him off and sat up. ‘You don’t find me attractive enough?’
‘No! Jesus, Sylvia, you’re a stunningly beautiful woman in every way.’ Kneeling in front of her, he tucked a strand of long red hair behind her ear. ‘I want to be here. I have no idea why—’ he cleared his throat, ‘—it’s not working.’
‘Has this ever happened before?’
He shook his head. Women came to him wanting to feel special and wanted. He was failing Sylvia in the way that mattered most.
‘Do you have any stimulants you could use?’
Now he was truly impotent. He shook his head again. ‘I’ve never needed them before.’
‘Maybe it was the amount of wine we had with dinner?’ she asked tentatively. ‘You, er, we did drink rather a bit?’
Could he blame that? In the past, he’d always been able to perform completely shit-faced.