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“I’m so hard for you,” he mumbled and widened his legs. I’d almost forgotten how big he was. This was going to be intense.
His cock was thick, long, veiny, and absolutely perfect. It was a divine creation.
“I can see that from the bulge in your pants,” I commented, sliding my hands down and caressing his hardened shaft. He pulled his fingers from my mouth and sensually licked them clean, making me shiver with desire.
“I can’t help it around you,” he admitted. And I knew that very well.
“Well, let’s see if we can do something about it,” I said, moving closer to him.
Carefully, I removed the top half of my dress and reclined on the seat, presenting my barely clad body to him. I kept my hand over my bare mound and asked him to take out his cock.
It wasn’t fair for him to stay dressed while I was exposed and naked. He was quick to comply, unzipping and revealing his rock-hard cock, which seemed even bigger than the last time I saw it.
I leaned forward and tasted the precum on the tip of his member. How was I going to fit this enormous thing in my mouth? When we’d had sex two days ago, it hadn’t felt this massive. I was in trouble.
I wrapped my lips around it and started working my way down. He gently face-fucked me, all while his hand wandered to my soaking wet pussy, finding my hard clit and teasing it, making me even wetter. I wanted to scream, and I was hoping not to climax. Not tonight, not in this dress.
“Precious,” he growled, “you’re amazing.”
“Fuck,” I groaned, trying to stay quiet but failing as I writhed in pleasure.
I was so incredibly turned on that I didn’t stop him when he began fondling my breasts. He ripped my body stocking down, exposing my bra, and roughly grabbed at my breasts. I should have brought a backup outfit.
“I love it when you take me like this,” he whispered. I had forgotten we were in a limo, but when you’re lost in pleasure, even the most uncomfortable places feel comfortable.
He increased his pace, ravaging me. He tore my panties and garter to shreds, his hands roaming all over my body. It was clear that the dress was going to be ruined, but I didn’t mind.
I pulled his head closer and kissed him passionately. Our tongues danced with wild passion, and my pussy ground forcefully against his enormous shaft, thrusting into my eager hole. I felt his balls tighten, and then I felt the rush of his seed filling me. I came, shuddering and gasping, as he drained himself into my dripping, wet core.
“Happy Birthday, Baby,” I said, giggling, “I’ll give you your real present later.”
“You’re something else,” he said, taking a deep breath. What a way to start the evening. We spent the next ten minutes cleaning ourselves up.
I looked like I’d just been made love to, but not in a messy way—more like a radiant glow. My hair and makeup remained intact after a few adjustments, and my dress hadn’t been ruined, thankfully. He looked just as perfect as when I first saw him earlier. We lowered the partition and sat close, as if we hadn’t just engaged in passionate activities in the backseat.
The gala was scheduled to begin at 8:00 in the evening, but Dillon liked to arrive early to greet sponsors and ensure everything was running smoothly. We had an hour to spare before 8, so he was right on schedule.
“You look nervous,” I observed, looking at him. “What’s up, handsome?”
“I get anxious before speeches, but I’ll be fine. I always am,” he reassured me. Even when he was a bit arrogant, he always managed to shine.
“You’ll do great. I’ll be right by your side if you want me to be.”
“There’s going to be paparazzi here, tabloids, and all that…”
I interrupted his concerns with a kiss, cupping his face and saying, “I knew what I signed up for. Paparazzi is the least of our worries. I just want you to have a good time. Got it?”
“Got it,” he said, gently squeezing my arm.
We stepped out of the car, and I took a few deep breaths. We decided it would be best for me to enter first and then him.
A multitude of camera and TV crews were lined up, ready to capture videos, photos, and conduct interviews.
Anxiety still churned in my stomach, but I pushed it aside for him. This gala was beautiful not just because of the decor and the wealthy attendees, but because of the cause it supported and the immense compassion of the person behind it.
When Dillon got to the front line, everyone made way for him. Reporters seemed surprised but delighted to see him, and his name was shouted a thousand times by different people.
He flashed his million-dollar smile, and I was in awe, especially when I realized he was already staring at me. A TMZ reporter stopped, asking Dillon, “Mr. Xander, happy birthday! How do you feel being here?”
