WHAT BILLIONAIRES TASTE LIKE

Before they got into his mansion, Johnson was already kissing and consuming her lips in ways he had never done to any woman before. And he wondered inwardly if it was because she was a stripper or that she was about to get married to him.

They started off kissing as soon as the driver halted at the parking lot of his mansion till when they reached the sensor door that opened automatically for them. As he kissed her, he squeezed her thick buttocks cheeks and fingered her hairy, wet vagina. And Johnson was left to wonder if whores were always wet and ready for careless penetration form t their customers. When she couldn’t control her step as she was sliding with her back, Johnson grabbed her beefy buttocks and lifted her to his waist and she supported herself with her hands on his shoulders and couldn’t stop enjoying the first kiss from her official man and husband.

Straight into the sitting room, they went and each door opened automatically on its own once they were sensed.

“Hmmm,” she later let a constructive moan that convinced Johnson that he was doing well even though he wasn’t done with her yet.

The bed creaked under their weight once they pounced upon the springy, executive bed, and Johnson unhooked his lips from hers and gave her an interrogative look into her eyes as she smacked her lips, patiently waiting and pondering over his next line of action, and if she could stand the man in him and he the stripper in her.

“Where are you from?” he asked in whispers, eating her spotless tattooed body with his lusty stares.This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

“Boston,” she replied coldly and need not be told that the thick stick-like sensation on her thighs was courtesy of his big penis. Which pressurized to push out of his trousers as he bent next to her.

“OK,” he said and stroked her hair, “Hope you have no issues with the way at which my proposal to you happened?”

She forced a smile, and feared to stroke the hairs that spread across his broad chest, since she was yet to know the man that would soon walk her down the aisle, if he really meant what he said.

“To be frank with you, I am still stunned. I cat believe the man whose body is locked to mine will soon be called my husband.”

Johnson smiled, and smacked his lips, “Such is life, full of surprises and changes. In two days I will take you to the registry where we will sign to a five-year contract marriage without bearing children. After five years we will divorce and you will walk away with two hundred thousand dollars, and Cadillac car which is already in my garage.”

At the mention of divorce and the benefits, Dollie raised a brow. She wanted to ask the reason for his decision and even the inspiration behind his holding her hand some hours ago at the club and proposing to her without any proper dating and exploration of love.

“But why?” she asked, feeling the hotness of his breath on her face, and the poking of his hot penis on her thighs, “is there anything about me that you don’t like, or s it because I am dirty stripper?”

Johnson swallowed a hard lump down his throat. He wondered if she wanted him to reveal to her that she was a product of a game and that he never planned to settle down now or in future , let alone , marry a stripper. He had obeyed the rules of a game he lost to Ruby and he was just going to manage being called a husband, a married man for just five years of his life after that playboy billionaire Johnson would be back on track.

“There is nothing you need to know. It is my decision to marry a stripper for five years and after that we will go our separate ways and your bank account will be blessed by me,” he groaned, stripping of his sleeves shirt, undid his belt, dragged his trousers to reveal a heavily built penis and balls that weighed down on his lingerie. “Are you in?” he asked, cast a considerate stare at her while he unveiled his penis the moment he dragged his lingerie to his knee.

She shook her head, “Yes, let’s see how it goes,” she replied, sat up. “Come over here and get some head.” She added, smacked her lips, undid her bikini and her tattooed big breast dropped and bounced gently within her cleavage.

“I have never fucked a stripper but those that did said it was a world war that should never be fought in bed,” Johnson said, stroking his penis and drifting closer to her mouth.

Once she noticed him by her side, she pushed him and he dropped in the bed. Gently she slid in her two fingers into her vagina and her eyes shut abruptly, while she fingered her vagina.

Johnson watched as her face grinned , her waist twisted and her eyes shut. Her fingers were speeding in and out of her vagina and soon they were wet, before she stooped to his penis, and lubricated them with nice strokes from her cum-wet fingers.

“Oh shit,” Johnson moaned, stroking his head in sweetness, “Yeah oh I love that.” he found her big breasts and fondled with eagerness and want.

She sucked the rim of his penis to her satisfaction and then climbed him like a horse rider.

“Easy baby,” Johnson pled, with his hand still on her plump breasts.

“Hmmm,” she moaned with great interest welcoming his penis into her wet vagina and could say of a truth nothing had been so thick and mighty. “I love that dick in me, oh my…” she moaned at the top of her voice and pressed her hand on his chest. “Ah…!” she had lost words to moan so she kept her mouth open while she pounded him…