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Priscilla's hands practically clawed away at Ramon's crotch as she reached under his boxers and wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock, "Now let's see what you're working w-"
Priscilla's words died in her throat as she pulled out Ramon's cock and watched as it flopped out like the trunk of a baby elephant. 'He's not even hard yet!'
"Getting cold feet?" Ramon asked as he glanced at Priscilla, who stared transfixed at the sight of his manhood, "I promise that you wouldn't be the first."
Priscilla swallowed hard as she let out a shuddering breath, "J-just how big does it get?"
"I haven't measured it, but there is one way to find out for certain," Ramon replied as his hand came up and around, grabbing hold of Priscilla's long, dark blonde hair. Feeling his thick fingers and powerful grip, Priscilla couldn't help but shiver as her body recalled just how easily those same digits had made her see stars. So she put up no resistance as Ramon pushed her head down into his crotch, practically burying her face in his dick.
Shifting her body as she was bent over the center console, Priscilla stuck her ass into the air, uncaring who saw her, as she became wholly consumed with the scorching hot member resting against her face.
Pressing her nose against Ramon's scrotum, Priscilla couldn't help but take a long huff, inhaling Ramon's masculine scent, a musky sweet aroma that set her body on fire, 'Oh god, look at me, doing such a deplorable thing like a common hooker! What would mother say if she saw me right now?!'
But even as Priscilla felt her heart race from the overwhelming feeling of shame, she couldn't stop her body from acting as her lips parted and her tongue darted out to lick the salty, skin containing Ramon's massive balls. The first taste sent pure pleasure racing down Priscilla's spine, and her crotch started to itch, begging for some much-needed relief after years of neglect from Preston.
Just the thought of him made Priscilla remember why she was in such a position to begin with, and a vengeful fire ignited inside of her as her tongue lashed out against sliding across Ramon's sack, giving him a thorough tongue bath, 'I'll show him, I'll make him regret choosing some lifeless stacks of paper over me!'
Ramon felt Priscilla's grip tighten around his cock as she started to jerk him off. She wasn't the best technique-wise, but her sheer enthusiasm and the fact that he had Preston's wife sucking his wife helped get Ramon's blood pumping in no time.
In a matter of seconds, Priscilla felt what little flaccidness was left in Ramon's cock vanish as he turned into a steel rod in her grasp, forcing her fingers apart as they failed to wrap around the full girth of his shaft.
Glancing up from below, Priscilla was left breathless as she stared at the massive tower rising above her head, 'Preston's isn't even half his size!'
A dark pulse of excitement, curiosity, and a bit of fear flashed through Priscilla, wondering if she could even fit something so large inside of her. Though before she could answer the question, the car suddenly came to a stop before Ramon put it in park, "Sorry to interrupt the good times, but we've reached our destination for tonight."
With a surprising amount of disappointment and reluctantness Priscilla sat up, pulled her lips away from Ramon's cock, and looked around. In front of them stood a small cabin surrounded by trees and overlooking a lake.
"I know it's not the Four Seasons, but I figured I might as well try to give you a new experience," Ramon said as he reacheddown and put his dick away, which made Priscilla frown but with a quick breath she cleared some of the lustful fog clouding her mind, "I suppose it isn't the worst of settings, and it certainly does give us some privacy."
Ramon grinned, "That is the primary reason, it'll give us the space to…talk for as long as we want."
Ramon's purposeful pause told Priscilla everything she needed to know about what talking could entail, "Very well then, let's go inside, shall we?"
Instead of waiting for an answer, Priscilla stepped out of the car and took a deep inhale of the fresh, chilled air, 'W-what just happened to me? It only felt like a few minutes, but we must be miles outside of the town? Just who is this man?'
Priscilla looked over at Ramon, who got out of the car and smiled charmingly at her, though there was nothing he could do to conceal the gleam in his eyes. Suddenly, Priscilla had the feeling that she had just entered a deadly dance with a predator.
Ramon said nothing, walking over to the front door of the cabin and entering the passcode he had been provided after renting the property into the electronic keypad. A second later, the door swung open to a surprisingly lavish interior. "After you."
Priscilla stared at the open doorway for a second before wordlessly stepping inside, forcing herself not to flinch as she passed Ramon by. While he had been nothing but charming and suave, Priscilla couldn't help but feel some sense of unease around the man who had her begging for his touch within moments of meeting him. For most of her life, Priscilla had always been the one in control, with her own birth family being quite well off and then marrying into the richest family in town.
Stepping into the cabin, Priscilla looked around before flinching as Ramon shut the door behind her, locking it with an audible click, "There, now it's just the two of us."
Priscilla froze as she felt Ramon move close behind her and half expected and hoped his rough hands would land on her body. But instead Ramon simply stepped past her and moved into the kitchen, where he opened the fridge and took out a bottle of wine, "Could I interest you in a glass, while we talk?"
"T-talk? A-about what?" Priscilla stammered as Ramon searched through a few drawers before finding a cork screw and a pair of wine glasses.
Ramon glanced at her briefly before returning his attention to opening the wine bottle. "Your husband, of course, and the role you'll play in his downfall."
Priscilla froze for a second as she suddenly remembered the conversation that had preceded their intimate exchange, "I-I d-didn't say that I would help you!"
Ramon smirked, "No, we didn't quite get to that point. I was rather distracted, though, then again, so were you. Which is why I'm a bit surprised that you've rejected my proposition before you've even heard what it entails."
"Why are you telling me this? And don't tell me it's out of the kindness of your heart, I know you don't have one!" Priscilla cursed Ramon out, making him wince, "You wound me."
Priscilla scoffed, and Ramon dropped the act with a dark chuckle as he popped the cork, "Very well, I'll stop the theatrics, you're right, of course I don't particularly care about what happens to you, but why not soothe my conscience and torment your husband at the same time."
"And how would you accomplish that?" Priscilla asked as she crossed her arms and glared at Ramon.
"Simple, you file for divorce, and take him for half of his net worth," Ramon replied as he started to pour the wine, "I told your husband to his face that after threatening me, his days of peace were over, and there's nothing less peaceful than a messy divorce."
Priscilla shook her head, "You're a madman. If I'm the one issuing papers, I can't touch a cent of what Preston has; he made me sign a prenup."
"And do you really think that prenup can still stand in court after he sold you out, forcing you to commit adultery?" Ramon said while giving Priscilla a knowing look.
Priscilla opened her mouth, ready to shoot Ramon's idea down, when she paused and thought about what he was saying, "T-that…t-that couldn't-"
Priscilla trailed off as she realized that there was a light at the end of the tunnel, "I could have it all."
"Yes, you can," Ramon agreed as he walked over with both glasses in hand, "Like I said, all you need to do is follow every step of my plan."
Priscilla reached out and took one of the glasses that Ramon offered her before he raised his glass in a silent toast and took a sip. Priscilla copied him, tasting the sweet and dry wine, and it glided down her tongue, though her eyes never left Ramon's.
She reached out to put a hand on her chest, but before Priscilla could feel the taut muscles, Ramon's other hand came up and snagged her wrist, "But just so we're crystal clear."
Priscilla froze as Ramon leaned in, "If I even have the slightest suspicion that you are looking to stab me in the back, I won't hesitate for a moment to bury you along with your husband."
Then, before Priscilla could response Ramon pressed his lips against her as he set his wine glass down on the counter and grabbed two handfuls of her taut ass.