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Sslovebbc... Black widow
🕑 Added 2025-03-02 16:06:58 +0000 UTCHis soft black cock hanging from his zipper
Mr. Jackson turns around with a knowing smile, the DVD in one hand and his other hand still resting on the zipper of his pants, his cock out and erect. You're shocked but can't tear your eyes away from the sight, your breath catching in your throat. The room feels suddenly much smaller, the air charged with something you hadn't signed up for.
He hit play as the video starts. Scarlett Johannson in an old film baring it all. A slightly trim cunt with her tits out. The video quality wasn't the best but good enough to make you feel like you're in the scene. You sit there awkwardly, not sure if you should be turned on by what you're seeing or scared of what's happening.
He sits next to you with a hand snaking around his big black cock. It's thick and veiny, and it's clear he's been waiting for this moment for a while. "You know, Natasha, watching her get naked isn't enough for me. I need a bit of companionship, someone to share in the excitement." His voice is a low growl, a stark contrast to the sweetness from earlier.
You mutter weakly. "Mr. Jackson, I don't think this is a good idea." But your voice is barely above a whisper, and your resolve is already wavering. The thrill of the forbidden is intoxicating, and you can't help but feel the heat spreading through your body as you watch him stroke himself.
He said. "You look so much like her in that costume, Natasha. It's like watching the real deal."
The heat from his hand on his cock transfers to you, making you squirm in your seat. The fabric of your costume feels tight and uncomfortable, the cold room suddenly feeling stifling. You swallow hard, trying to think of what to say next. Your mind races through scenarios, each more alarming than the last.
You said.
