Fuck me Harder, Mr. Mayor

Oh, mayor, fuck me harder!I shove my cock into the S city diplomat so hard that she kicks the vase on the bedhead .

With both hands on her hips, I push, rolling my hips as I assault her from behind. I want to give her a lightning bolt she'll never forget.

Sshe purrs, her blonde hair sticky with perspiration.

I'm fierce and polite in bed.

"You're a man of many abilities," she grins, making my cock stiff as stone.

Yes. Benson Martin.

mayor's youngest. 30-year-old.

The hottest mayor.

I put my cock in her pussy and spin her around. I pull her up and watch as she rubs my big biceps.

She wraps her slim legs around my waist, and I massage my cock across her moist pussy to tease it.

She screams, "Fuck me, keep fucking me!"

I grin and do what she says; no taunting this time. I shove my 12-inch cock into her so hard she screams.

She curls her toes and rakes her claws over my back and shoulders before grabbing my hair.

She's fucking me, grinding her pussy on my cock and supporting herself with her legs. Her body tenses and she throws her head back, mouth gaping.

"Oh, fuck," she gasps mid-orgasm as her pussy spasms on my cock.

This is better than any gym exercise.

Fei Park's legs are wrapped around my waist, and her hot pussy is on my cock. I'll bury it as long as I can.

I'm not a typical politician.

As the youngest mayor in history—I do things my way.

My cock is a diplomatic weapon. Work and sex go together like white on rice, yet I still like them.

"So much more," Fei grins devilishly.

"So do I," I say, punching her cheeks. "Likewise."

The South carolina Hotel's bathrooms are elegant. I step on chilly marble and open the shower door.

We both walk into the shower after I remove her off my cock. Turning the knob, we're standing under a hot spray of water that's fogging up the bathroom.

I grin and spin her around, putting her hands on the shower wall. I move my fingers down her ass and up her hot pussy to her G-spot.

She shivers "Yes" "More."

I remove my fingers from her pussy and trace her lips. She laughs and opens her lips, sucking on my fingers as I angle my cock into her pussy and piston her.

Is your pussy tasty? Hip-thrusting, I ask her. She smiles and nods.

I keep pushing until I felt her pussy convulse again. Fei is moaned and arched.

"Come for me," I say.

"mayor, yeah! Yes! Yes!" Her climax is loud enough for everyone in the hotel to hear. Her screams may break the shower glass.

I smile. "So."

You may believe I fuck for fun. I adore fucking gorgeous ladies as much as the next man, and I'm skilled at it, but this is job too.

"Knees," I grin. I'm her favorite fuck. I'm a woman's best fuck. I'm a good bedfellow. My cock is worshipped.

My tip makes a wet sound as it reaches her throat, but she enjoys every second

"And... I mumble as I slide my cock in and out of her lips.

I brush her cheek with my fingers and then press her farther onto my cock.

My balls are on her lips, she's so deep.

Unstoppable pleasure rages through my veins.

I hiss "Fuck" with gritted teeth. "You're happy."

My pulse thumps in my neck cords. Then I bury my cock as deep as possible in her mouth and explode—hot sperm runs down her neck and she greedily swallows it. I see her throat flex with delight.

Then I take out my cock and watch as she milks it. She licks the tip eagerly.

. The media portrays me as a sex-obsessed bad guy who causes trouble for fun. My motivations are unclear.

I turn to leave Fei. "Remember our bargain"

"I promise," she says, sliding into a hotel robe, "I'll attempt to influence the C city 's mayor toward a more open trade arrangement ."

"Good," I kiss her goodbye. We'll communicate.

I dress myself.

Another transaction closed. This will provide A city many employment. Solid factory employment.

Life isn't all about money and women, I discovered.

I may start a nonprofit or run for government to aid others. Because I could see that A city 's regular folks were being shafted. Nobody heard them.

Change was needed.

What's the problem? How can you oppose a doer?

How discreet can you be with Secret Service in tow? It's like leaving with bells on my shoes.

Despite my best attempts, the press surrounds me as soon as I leave the building.

I put thick shades over my eyes and wave off reporters as lights flash around.

"mayor, are you having sexual contact with S city 's ambassador?" a reporter asks.

Another journalist joins, "Please wait. What were you doing at HB Hotel ? More than work?"

I continue going, ignoring the inquiry.

Another reporter rushes forward, waving "Gov. Aici! One question:"

Secret Service officers surround me, so she can't continue. "Step aside," they say. "Nope. Don't crowd the mayor."

Just as I'm ready to go into my vehicle, a skinny reporter weaves past the throng and Secret Service personnel. He's thrusting a microphone in my face.

Two Secret Service officers stop me from grabbing his coat. They tell me to halt when I attempt to escape.

"Sir, get in the limo," an agent says. "He's useless."

I concur. I swiftly get into the limo's chilly, black leather seats and slam the door.

I lean forward, remove my glasses, and glance up at the car's roof to calm my breathing. Incontestable.

Untying my tie. Despite my best efforts, I'm frustrated.