I Need A Fake Husband

Maddy O'Reilly's gunning for that sweet seven-figure raise, and damn, she'll pull out all the stops. Anything it takes—or damn near. First up: Derrick Pierce, her personal masseur, swinging by to loosen her up. She skips the chit-chat setup on the table, her brain spinning on how to sell her boss that promotion she busted her ass for. Big hitch? She faked being married, and if they sniff that out, kiss the cash goodbye. Derrick plays it cool, working to melt her tension, oils his hands slick over her full, nipple-hard tits and those silky inner thighs. That's when he drops the bomb: he'll fake being her hubby for the night. But hell, he needs to know her body inside out first. Every curve—tits, nipples, pussy, the works. She's a little slow on the uptake at first, not cluing in that he means sliding his thick cock into her tight pussy and letting her wrap those brilliant lips around it for a mind-blowing suck. She pushes back hard—no way she's fucking him. But this stud's packing serious heat, handsome as sin with a massive dick, and her options are zilch. Time's ticking. They gotta dive deep, get filthy personal, no holding back.