Plunge

Jennifer was weak as Alexander brashly undressed her. Her black bra and underwear were left as she calmed herself in the bed.

Her torn dress was set aside as she remained in the same position but more of her skin was showing.

Alexander didn't move her much as he climbed the bed and found his next position.

He sat by her head and as he did so, he lifted her up a bit as he found the right spot.

Jennifer was still reeling from the anal fucking until she saw his dirty, cum-laced, and blood-trace manhood up close.

"You..." She opened her mouth to say something but that was the most opportune moment for the boy.

When Alexander felt his tip against her uvula, he found his sweet spot and proceeded to bob her head as he wanted.

Jennifer coughed and choked a bit when she regained her strength. She swatted his hand as it messed up her hair and continued on her own.

The taste was horrid but she was too into it to care. Jennifer took some revenge bites here and there to make up for her painful behind.

Alexander was already lying on his back on the bed and oversaw her as she deepthroated him.

Her untrained skills focused on his horrid banana but her pretty eyes always looked toward him.

The eyes are the windows to the soul but Alexander took them as another means of communicating. Jennifer's look was clearly asking if he is enjoying her service or not.

In any case, her catering won him over and he unloaded in time as she took it further inside her throat.

"Mnnn..." Jennifer flinched at the outburst and unknowingly coughed. She dislodged herself from his dick and sat up on the bed.

To Alexander's surprise, he saw Jennifer look at him teasingly as she showcased her neck and unabashedly swallowed his outburst.

He couldn't help but swallow as well at the hot scene. His little one didn't seem to know rest at all as it rose up again.

"You're not done yet?!" Jennifer was tearing up at his energetic-ness. She pouted in annoyance as found the pillows and rested her head there.

Her black bra, black panties, and black heels were presented as they contrasted with the white bed and bedding.

Despite the cumbersomeness of her strapped heels, Jennifer spread her legs and let them stay in the M position.

Alexander just looked at the view with relish.

"I'm tired but you can let the little guy do whatever it wants with me." Jennifer had already lost herself in lust and offered herself as a living doll.

Alexander obliged and got the best missionary position he could ever have. She is tall and he is short enough to have himself rest in those bountiful bosoms.

Keeping with the trend of the night, he just shifted the black cloth to the side and teased her lips.

Jennifer was already lost in anticipation when it finally inserted itself.

With the plunge, Alexander's assumptions were subverted. It did not trickle as the other hole did but he still felt himself breaking something that he used to do when taking women's V-cards.

Used or not didn't really matter for him when it comes to sex but to have the 90s hottie who constantly shifted boyfriends be a virgin is something else.

The crux of the matter is that this was still the late 80s, the girl just turned 18, and Hollywood was still shaken by Roman Polanski.

If he knew, he wouldn't have been too rough on her arse. Just because he wanted to be better than the previous ones who used her, the girl got a rough welcoming to all her first times.

Her jerky blowjob and swallowing of his cum were also enough to telltale signs of noviceness.

The reappearance of Jennifer's tears was enough to change Alexander's mind about going rough on her.

With a slow rhythm from his hips, the teary Jennifer who was expecting the same pain from her anal the first time slowly felt the pleasure.

She smiled at him and her eyes were asking for more.

Alexander smiled back and decided to focus more on her other pleasure points. Shifting the brassieres out of the way, he licked her pink nipples in alternation as he moved forward and back.

Jennifer's hands were clamped to the sheets once again. This time around, it wasn't because of the pain but because of pleasure.

Although he had a much-downgraded tool to his arsenal, his years of experience were enough to move the inexperienced gal into many cloud nines.

Being semi-raised by pornstar babysitters and being a lady's man of the future does have its perks.

Jennifer couldn't keep count of how many times she climaxed from his assault but Alexander made sure to make her remember how many times he used her.

When morning came and Jennifer woke up from her happy fainting, she can't help but notice the stickiness that her panty is keeping at bay on her canal.

When she looked towards her thigh, counting sticks were written on it. With a quick glance, Jennifer could tell that it counted to 9.

She didn't know where and when the pen appeared but she was reminded of how many times he cummed on her.

If he counted the use of her butt and mouth on that number, she was too lost in the pleasurable memories to know.

When she saw the glaring camera on the side, the implications of what happened and what is about to happen made her want to cry.

The apparent lack of the boy's presence also cemented the thought that she would be like any plaything actress that people would use as a trophy.

The pictures taken by that camera are enough to destroy her career and control her life.

"I hate..." Just as Jennifer was about to incriminate the villain, the villain arrived in time from outside the room

"Morning." Alexander greeted the disheveled girl. Her dangling bra, lip smears, bedhead, and apparent creampie through her black panties were too appetizing.

It was all good but the cry and the hateful look she is giving were different from how he imagined the morning sex would be.