He quickly began undressing me, letting his hands roam as if I’m some toy he’s been handed. He was right: I am here for him to play with. Only his shirt had been unbuttoned, his massive chest making me tremble inside. He was tall and muscular. When he leaned in for a kiss, it would have almost felt tender, if not for the carnal heat radiating off of him. As I lowered my pants, we both noticed my excitement. I let him admire me from behind, then made my way onto his bed to undo his pants. Lionel’s impressive dick was rock-hard in his snug-fitting black briefs. As I pulled his cock out and began to taste it, I couldn’t help but notice how perfect it was, just like the rest of him. He is truly a man of power and authority. It wasn’t long before he wanted more than my deep throat. He turned me around, spit on the tip of his cock, and began to push his way into my warm hole. There was some friction, but I felt myself wanting him inside me so much that he made his way in with relative ease. I moaned, he grunted, then began to fuck. He pulled out and laid down on the bed, sprawling out comfortably, waiting to be serviced. I noticed his cock was leaking with pre-cum and I went to taste it, and myself on it. I made sure to slobber on it a bit before easing down and riding him. He felt incredible. I turned around to face away, continuing to ride like my life depended on it. My own cock ached with desire; Lionel reached out to stroke it with my moans filling the air, muffled every now-and-then by his tongue plunging in my mouth. I shot my load all over myself. I could feel his cock swelling up even more inside me. He pulled me off his meat and began stroking vigorously as I knelt beside him with my mouth open. He came, panting and grunting. After he started to come down, he rolled over and kissed me, as if I mattered to him. I figure: he paid enough for it.