Gwen stepped into the room and immediately spotted Ross sitting casually on a simple plastic bench. His torso was bare, glistening with sweat, every line of his lean, athletic frame visible.
His muscles, while not overly large, were well-defined—a picture of youthful athleticism. Yet, to Gwen, he was nothing more than a monster.
She narrowed her eyes, her expression hardening. "Why did you call me here?" she asked coldly, a sharp edge in her voice.
Ross smirked, leaning back slightly, his confidence radiating from every movement.
"We're both adults, Gwen. You and I both know why you're here." His voice was calm, almost taunting.
"You have 15 minutes to make me come. If not, well…" He shrugged nonchalantly.
"I don't mind taking my time. My team is up by a ridiculous margin—they won't miss me. But your partner outside? Now, he might start wondering why you're taking so long. We both know he's got a thing for your married body, doesn't he?"
Gwen's fists clenched at his words, but Ross wasn't done.
"Imagine how curious he'd be if this little meeting dragged on," Ross continued, his smirk widening. "What would he think? What would he do?"
Ross glanced up at the clock on the wall, his voice calm but laced with amusement. "You've got 13 minutes and change left. Better not waste them."
He didn't move from his spot, his smug gaze fixed on her, daring her to act.
Gwen's heart raced, not with fear but with fury, as she tried to steady herself against the overwhelming sense of powerlessness that came whenever Ross Oakley was involved.
"You're unbelievable!" Gwen huffed, crossing her arms in frustration. She exhaled sharply, the realization that there was no escape from this situation settling heavily on her.
A quick, assessing glance around the room confirmed the safety of their situation. The doors were locked; the only witnesses were the silent walls.
With a resolute nod, she turned to Ross, her movements precise and purposeful. Her strides were calculated, each step a measured advance towards the inevitable.
She knelt between his legs, the action both calculated and imbued with a simmering heat. She tugged at his shorts, pulling them down with a steady, determined hand.
What lay beneath demanded her attention, a sight that stole a moment of stunned silence from her.
Even at rest, the sheer size and presence of his big fat cock was almost comical, a silent proclamation of Ross's confident masculinity.
For a moment, Gwen was simply taken aback. She stared, caught between disbelief, a touch of grudging admiration, and the burgeoning anticipation that hummed beneath the surface.
Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, she got to work, her hands moving with a blend of calculated precision and an undeniable sensuality. Her fingers encircled him, gliding with a slow, deliberate rhythm.
"You like this, don't you?" she murmured, her voice low and teasing, a tremor of anticipation in her tone. She had no choice but to feign enjoyment, or this task would drag on forever.
Her touch was a hypnotic dance, a slow build-up that teased his senses. A mischievous smirk played on her lips as she upped the ante, her confidence growing with every reaction she elicited.
Her movements became more deliberate, more demanding, her hands finding new angles, new textures. The air between them crackled with unspoken desires.
But what was truly amazing was that even with both hands, she could barely encircle Ross's massive cock.
To think she'd managed to fit that monster inside her pussy just two nights prior – Gwen couldn't help but marvel at her own accomplishment.
"Do my hands feel good on your cock, Ross?" Gwen purred, her voice a low, seductive hum. Her touch was clearly arousing; even the simplest of her hand movements sent shivers down Ross's spine.
A few heated breaths later, Ross's cock was fully erect, a magnificent fifteen inches of hard, throbbing flesh.
"Your hands feel good, Gwen," he admitted, his voice thick with desire, "but you need to step it up. This...this isn't enough to get me there."
"You're horrible," she retorted, tossing off her vest and shirt with a casual grace that belied the intensity of her feelings.
Her breasts, full and white, spilled into view, a sight that made Ross's breath catch in his throat. She unclasped her bra, and then, with a knowing smile, used her breasts to cradle his cock, her mouth sinking down to lick and suck on the head.
The motion was slow, deliberate, and undeniably arousing.
"Hmmm..." Gwen purred, her eyes locking onto Ross, a slow smile playing on her lips. Her entire demeanor radiated a heat that seemed to scorch the air around them.
The effect on Ross was immediate, a thrilling tremor running through him.
"What a sight," Ross whispered, his voice thick with desire. He traced the curve of Gwen's pink nipple with his thumb, sending a jolt of electricity through her.
The nipple, already hard and erect from the escalating tension, throbbed in response. He teased it, drawing out a soft moan from Gwen.
"Ohhhhh…."
The atmosphere crackled with anticipation. Three minutes felt like an eternity as the tension mounted. Then, with a surge of pure, unadulterated power, Ross felt the familiar, electrifying surge at the head of his cock that signaled his impending explosion.
"I'm coming, Gwen!" he roared, his voice a guttural growl. "Drink it all, or it'll ruin your pristine detective outfit!"
Pew
Pew
Pew
Gwen, without hesitation, plunged her mouth onto his throbbing cock. Ross seemed to unleash at least a full liter of cum, and Gwen wasn't able to consume it all.
The ensuing eruption of cum filled her mouth and spilled down her chest, leaving a glistening trail of arousal.
Ross exploded, a wave of sensation washing over him. Even after his peak detonation, his cock remained rock-hard.
Gwen, eyes shining with a mixture of passion and satisfaction, lapped up every last drop of cum, savoring the taste.
It was a new experience, a taste of raw, undeniable pleasure. Even she hadn't engaged in this level of lewd, sexual play, not even with her husband.
She licked the last traces from her lips, a satisfied smile gracing her face.
"Done?" she asked, her voice husky, a hint of sadness now clouding her expression as she finally shed her act.
Gwen couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt, giving her first-ever blowjob, not to her husband, but to Ross.
Still, she had to thank the few porn videos she'd seen in her life; they'd certainly mentored her on how to make Ross come, even with a time limit looming over her head.
"I'm still hard, Gwen," Ross replied, his voice a low rumble. "What are you going to do about it?"
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