256 Tinas d-termination R-18 (1/2)

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When Tina questioned Ben about the familiar scent of his jizz, he stared at her with a bewildered expression.

'Oh-oh…' Although they hooked up a while ago in a fetish club, he thought he was as safe as a Nazi in Argentina now… After all, he was wearing a mask back then and his little brother had since evolved… Yet, it seemed not everything changed. Would his nutter-butter be the thread of his unraveling?

'No…' Ben smirked, because he knew there was a solution to every problem, and this was no dickferrent...

As he looked into her eyes, he answered her question. ”Does it smell familiar? That makes sense. Women have told me it's the chicken of the semen.”

…

Tina squinted. 'Does he think I'm Jessica Simpson?'

She was not Jessica Simpson. She had bigger tits than Jessica Simpson...

Regardless, Tina brushed it off as jizz being jizz…

At this moment though, despite her body still being hot, she looked around and realized they'd made a mess, and also what place they did that in. After standing up, she began picking up her clothes that she'd placed on the desk. ”Paul might come back at any time. That's enough. You ca—”

Right as she was about to tell Ben to leave, a hand grabbed her neck from behind…and bent her over...onto Paul's desk...

Gasping, the sensation of the cold wood on her bare breasts shocked her, though not as much as Ben's boldness. Even so, she couldn't help opening her mouth and releasing a light moan. ”Ahh...”

*Slap*

When Ben smacked her ass...her arms spread out, gripping on the edges of the desk… Then, when he released her neck and slid his hand down her smooth back, she got goosebumps...but stayed in place, accepting this position...

When his palm reached her ass…he squeezed both of those thick cheeks...before grabbed her inner thighs with both hands, and spreading them apart!

Now, Tina closed her eyes…

When she felt his fingers over her white panties, in her most sensitive area…she no longer wanted him to leave…

Ben's hands squeezed her thick mature butt over the black crotchless pantyhose, and then used his Donald Trump card—grabbing her by the pussy…

At the same time, as he positioned his mouth over her slit covered only by a thin piece of fabric, he also activated another ability: Wartortle Rain Dance. From then on, his tongue began dancing on her private area, applying pressure to her clit through the g-string…

”Mmm~” With her huge tits smooshed against the wooden desk, Tina held tight against the sides…her heart speeding up as the heat from her lower body increased...