Martha adjusted her glasses, her intelligent brown eyes narrowing at the short, balding man before her. 'Tom, this cylinder of yours is nonsense. I'm a 55-year-old teacher with two brilliant daughters—I won't be your puppet.' Tom smirked, spinning the device. A swirl of light caught her, and though her mind stayed sharp, her body betrayed her. 'Oh, but you will obey, my dear. And your wit won't save that petite frame or those full bosoms.'
She laughed sharply, even as her hands unbuttoned her blouse. 'Clever trick, you fat little troll. My mind's racing with insults, but here I am, stripping for your camera like some horny schoolgirl. Hundreds watching? How depraved.' The live chat buzzed as she stood exposed, her slender body glistening. Tom directed her closer. 'On your knees, Martha. Show them that ass.'
'Witty as ever,' she quipped, dropping down, 'but my pussy's betraying me—wet and dripping already. Must be those genetics making me look thirty.' Tom unzipped, his cock hard and throbbing. 'Suck it for the viewers.' Martha's eyes flashed with fire as her lips parted. 'Fine, but know this: I'm plotting your downfall while giving this blowjob.' She took him deep, tongue working expertly, the chat exploding with commands.
Sweating and panting, she pulled back. 'Your cum tastes like regret, Tom. Yet here I am, horny as hell, my pussy aching.' He bent her over the desk, thrusting into her from behind, her ass slapping against him. 'Harder, you say? My daughters will outsmart you,' she gasped defiantly, body rocking as waves built. Tom groaned, pounding relentlessly until she came, juices dripping down her thighs, the screen flooding with tips. 'Explosive enough for your site?' she panted, strong even in obedience.
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