The Incubus Senator: Primary Season. (Sneak Peak) (MF) (kink)

Chapter 1

The dark haired senator wrapped his strong hands around her rear, and carried her onto her desk, displacing her stacks of papers. She felt weightless as she flew through the air, as if lifting her caused him no strain. He kissed her assertively, one hand behind her head, pulling her closer to him. Her desire burned hotter than it ever had.

The man was Seth deGrom, the junior senator from Wisconsin. He was the cliche image of a perfect man. Tall, dark, handsome; piercing, hypnotic blue eyes, broad shoulders, and a lean, strong physique. His hair was dark as night, and always perfectly in place, like a good politician. His lips were nearly equal to his eyes in their ability to lure in the opposite sex. They were full, plump, and seemed magnetic to the pleasure zones of influential women. Seth’s dark five o’clock shadow felt rough on her delicate skin.

The woman was Kendra Wallace, Executive Director of the Wisconsin Nurses Union. Her mid-30s body was fit and curvy. She had tan, almost olive-toned skin, with rich, chestnut colored hair that flowed easily just past her shoulders. For the campaign rally tonight, she wore a blue skirt and blazer, both professional, but unable to hide her near perfect figure.

Her legs open to him, he slid his hands under her skirt, and effortlessly flung her lacy panties to the floor. Her mind was intoxicated with lust, and she had lost all agency to care about her inhibitions. All that was on her mind was the senator lowering himself to place his enticing lips and tongue on her throbbing, desperate clit. Once her thought was complete in her brain, his black head of hair disappeared under her blue skirt, as if on cue. She welcomed him gratefully, running her fingers through his thick, jetblack hair. “Oh, God!” She cried.

His tongue moved like his hands: purposefully, gracefully, charged with sexual tension. Seth moved his tongue around her labia. His touch felt like pure electricity on her bits, unlike anything she had ever felt. He took her swollen clitoris in his mouth, and sucked her hard, exactly as her body craved. His ability to seemingly read her mind was abnormal, supernatural, even, but Kendra was drunk with the most powerful lust imaginable. She did not think twice about his uncanny ability to predict her deepest desires.

Kendra’s naked, dripping bottom half sat on her large, modern desk, in her office at the Union headquarters. She was a young executive, her rise to the top disliked by many. The lovers had not met before tonight, but they appeared on stage together in front of thousands of unionized nurses, advocating for better working conditions and better pay. Seth was barely ahead in the polls for the Democratic nominee, and he needed the support of as many blue collar workers as possible.

Her long awaited fantasy of an alpha male devouring her pussy in her office was coming true. “Yes, yes that’s the spot!” She screamed, oblivious to the noise she created, and completely submerged in her pleasure. Seth raised his index and middle finger between her legs, and immediately pressed on her G-spot without the need for searching. Kendra was nearing her edge, her clit in his mouth and his fingers tapping her spot were more than her brain or body could process. The electric, stinging sensation was both inside and outside of her, the current coursing through her entire body. On cue, Seth hummed from his masculine voicebox, and vibrated her core through his mouth. Kendra’s body could take no more. “Ah! Ah! Oh fuck! Yes! Yes! Yes!” She screamed in pure ecstasy, her orgasm ripped through her body like an earthquake. The aftershocks, orgasms on their own, flowed in waves after the initial eruption.

Seth emerged from under her skirt, and helped her down from her desk. She looked at him in wonder, noticing how his face looked dry, as if he had not been covered in her pleasure juices just a second ago. The flood of endorphins caused her to not think twice about the strange observation. “It has been a pleasure meeting you, Mrs. Wallace,” Seth said. “I hope that we can be partners moving forward, and that you recognize the common values and goals that the Union and the deGrom campaign share.” He sounded unaffected by the sexual interaction that had completed only seconds ago.

“Yes, yes, of course.” Kendra said, her voice and body still shaky and recovering. “You can count on the nurses to vote deGrom. At the primary in August, and in November.”

“That’s just great, Mrs. deGrom,” he said, his perfect smile spread across his face. Seth shook her hand, firmly, lovingly, the same way he had done so on stage earlier in the night. “Now if you don’t mind, I’ll be on my way. More campaign stops tomorrow, so I better get some rest.”

“Right, yes. You must be very busy with the primary coming up,” Kedra said, slowly returning to her senses. “Thank you, senator, for your support of the Union. I look forward to working with you.”

“As do I,” Seth replied, with seduction in his voice. “My assistant, Shay will follow up with you in a few days. Have a wonderful night, Mrs. Wallace.” He took the hand he had been shaking, and kissed it gently. The same tingling of electricity transferred to her hand when his lips touched her skin. He smiled once more, then glided to the door and down the hallway, to his black SUV waiting out front.

Kendra sat in her cushiony rolling desk chair, trying to process what had happened. She looked down at her left hand, which adorned a French-set diamond atop her ring finger. The awareness of her infidelity did not sting with guilt, as it would for most. Kendra was not the cheating type, and she did not process this interaction with the senator as cheating. To her, it was as if her affair with him did not qualify the way it would with any other man. It was okay with the senator. It was different. She gathered her things and drove home to her husband. To Kendra, nothing felt out of place.

Chapter 2

It was as if he came out of nowhere. Seth deGrom won the special election last year, becoming the junior senator of Wisconsin. He ran as the lone Democrat after Republican Michael Abelo resigned in disgrace, following a high profile affair. Abelo claimed no recollection or knowledge of the affair, but the evidence was damning. Security camera footage in a parking garage clearly showed Abelo, in his registered vehicle, picking up a prostitute and receiving sexual acts in exhange for money. His lawyers and PR team tried to spin the story, claiming amnesia, or sudden change in behavior due to stress, but the public did not buy it, and he was forced out of office.

A special election was held, deGrom ran on a platform of improving healthcare, funding education, aiding farmers, and ran as a pro-union, pro-blue collar liberal. Prior to the Abelo scandal, no one had heard of Seth deGrom. His lack of name recognition likely benefited his public perception, as he did not carry unsavory baggage. Wisconsin voters craved a new, fresh face in office. Seth happened to be an impossibly handsome face, too. He somehow was the only Democrat to run, and won by a wider margin than expected, especially considering it was in Wisconsin. It was as if he was in the exact right place at the exact right time.

“Okay, Mr. Senator, we will be going to Green Bay, Appleton, and Oshkosh today.” Seth’s assistant, Shay, was a 25 year old blonde, working on her first campaign. She had the body and beauty of a pageant winner, but she hid behind thick, black rimmed glasses and unflattering, second hand dress clothes. Shay was committed, intelligent, and fiercely loyal.

“Thank you, Shay,” the senator crooned in his silky tenor. “Green Bay is the environmental rally, right?”

“Yes, sir, that’s right,” Shay confirmed. “You will be meeting with Courtney Knutson, chair of the Better Earth Initiative. The BEI is highly respected by outdoor enthusiasts of northeastern Wisconsin. This will be a crucial voting…”

“It will be a crucial voting block for my re-election, yes, I‘m aware,” Seth said with a friendly smile. “Shay, when was the last time you went out? Had some fun?”

Shay pursed her lips, not saying what was really on her mind. Well, Senator, I work day and night to give you a shot in hell at winning re-election. So no, I don’t have time to go out. What she did say was much more professional. “It has been a while, sir. This campaign has been very strenuous.”

“I suppose you’re right,” Seth empathized. He paused for a moment, looking thoughtful. “How about we carve out some time for you this weekend? Everybody needs to blow off some steam once in a while. I need you on top of your game if I’m going to have a shot. I need you, Shay. I need you at your best.”

“Thank you, sir,” Shay replies. “Let’s see how your appearances are looking this weekend and decide from there.”

Seth chuckles and raises his hand, surrendering, “Okay, then, alright. We’ll see how things look this weekend.”

– –

The crowd is electric as they wait for the senator to take the stage. Upbeat music plays on the loudspeakers, and the rally goers wear blue and white, with their deGrom posters ready to wave above their heads. The event is held at a large park with a permanent stage, overlooking Lake Michigan.

A thin, fast talking, heel clanking woman is waving her hands above her head, shouting at her wireless headset. “Where the fuck is he! There are two thousand people waiting to see him! What kind of bull…”

“Hey hey, Mandy, you looking for me?” Seth sounds casual, easy. He pecks her on the cheek as he shuffles gracefully to the stage.

“Hello Green Bay! Boy, am I glad to see all this blue and white. I was worried all you wear out here is green and yellow! Go Pack Go!” He charms the crowd immediately. Within moments of being on stage, they are chanting for their beloved football team, led by their senator. The rest of the rally goes as marvelously as the beginning. Seth is a natural. He hits on his points of animal rights, and environmental preservation, as well as his other talking points.

Amanda Green was deGrom’s campaign manager. Her east coast style and personality often clashed harshly with the slower, softer Midwest way. She was in her early 40s, high strung and skinny. She chain smoked, and swore like a sailor. She did not have children, a husband, or any family or friends. Amanda was the best campaign manager money could buy.

“Senator deGrom, you must understand that it is imperative that you attend these events on time. When you are late, it interrupts our very intricate plans,” Amanda said to Seth after the rally.

“I do understand, Ms. Green,” he replied, his voice darker, less friendly than normal. “I am a busy man, that is what you must understand.” His words came through his teeth, each syllable more menacing than the last. His tone was icy, contradicting the man on stage earlier.

Seth was usually very careful to keep his composure, This was a rare moment where he let his frustrations be known. “Your job is to make me look good and to win this election,” his words like poison arrows. “Do you understand, Mandy?” Seth knew that she hated when people called her Mandy.

Amanda felt shaken to her core. More frozen than fearful. “Yes, Mr. Senator, I think I do understand.”

His glare told her that the conversation was over, and that it was time for her to leave. Amanda walked away from him with a deep, penetrating feeling of dread.

Chapter 3

The senator met with the environmental group in a small conference room. Most had the distinct appearance of an outdoors lover. Hiking boots and tech vests were prevalent around the four squared off tables.

Courtney Knutson, the director, sat exactly opposite of the senator. She was struck by how stunning he was in real life. Seth peered at her with his infinitely blue eyes, and she locked glares with him. She felt a sharp coldness wash over her, followed by the distinct feeling of absolute arousal. The hairs all across her body stood up, her breath skipped, and she felt lubrication run along her pleasure zone.

Courtney’s absolute sexual fantasy was to be fucked hard, while pinned up against a towering oak tree. The thought of being ravaged and exposed in the outdoors was exciting and invigorating for her. The senator gazed at her often, each time the thrill of her fantasy washed over her, causing more physical signs of arousal.

Seth made commitments to support pro-environmental policies, and spoke eloquently about the issues, impressing the skeptical hippies. Once the meeting adjourned, Seth was in front of Courtney, his masculine cologne filling the air. Courtney wondered how he was able to reach her so quickly.

“Ms. Knutson, I don’t think we’ve been properly introduced,” Seth says, his voice like honey. “I am Seth deGrom, it is a pleasure to meet you.”

Courtney felt blood rushing to her pale face, showing her embarrassment. The rest of her blood flow went straight to her sex parts, which, at the sight of the senator, became swollen and inflamed. She gasped slightly. “Pleasure to meet you, Senator,” she was able to squeak out.

Courtney Knutson was a tall, blonde woman, in her early 30s. Her appearance struck a rare balance between hip and earthy, while also showing professionalism. Her hair, not quite in dreads, was braided and tied back loosely. Her skin was fair, with freckles around her cheeks and nose. Courtney’s eyes were sky blue. She had a much better figure than her frumpy blazer would suggest. Her breasts were large and symmetrical, and she had a shapely bottom half under her oversized business slacks.

Seth lowered his voice, “Say, I heard there was a newly renovated nature reserve not far from here. I have an hour before I have to leave for my next stop, would you do me the pleasure of giving me a tour?”

“Yes, of course, Seth, I mean Mr. deG, ah, Mr. Senator,” she responded nervously.

“Haha, relax,” Seth assures her, touching her elbow gently. “I don’t bite.”

His touch gave Courtney a feeling of calmness, and she returned to feeling aroused rather than petrified. Courtney could feel her pelvis pulsating, blood roaring through her pleasure places. Her mind became focused on taking the senator to the nature reserve, and getting him alone. “Yes, Mr. deGrom, I would love to. Shall we go now?”

“I would appreciate that,” he said with a grin.

Seth and Courtney walked past several members of his staff, including Shay and Amanda. They looked unsurprised, as if this were a regular occurrence for the senator to leave for short periods of time with women on the campaign trail. “Be back in a few,” he said to them, not looking at them. It sounded like an afterthought.

It was a short drive to the reserve, the two rode in Courtney’s used Subaru. Courtney did not seem to think twice about having a US Senator in an Armani suit sitting on her passenger seat. They arrived, and Courtney, who had the park memorized, knew exactly where to lead them.

Less than five minutes into their walk, they reached a secluded area, dotted with magnificent, gigantic oak trees. Courtney walked along the base of the trees, grazing her hand along the deep ridges of the rough, scratchy bark. “You really love this place, don’t you?” Seth said, already knowing the answer.

She peered up the century old oak “Yes, I really do,” she said, dreamily.

Seth moved in closer to her, within arm’s reach of the oak, Courtney between them. “Let me ask you, Ms. Knutson, have you ever been properly fucked in these woods?” His voice dripped with seduction. He held her gaze with his hypnotic blue eyes.

“No, I hate to say, I have not,” replied Courtney. “Not everyone finds these woods as… erotic as I do.” Courtney is willingly playing along with his game.

“I’d like to hear more about what you find erotic, Ms. Knutson, but I have a campaign trail to get back to,” he says. It is no matter, because he already knows.

Seth leaned into her, pinning her against the tree. She could feel the uneven ridges of the tree bark pressing against her back. He took her hands, interlaced their fingers, and raised her arms above her head. As their arms reached a peak above them, he met his lips to hers and their tongues danced, just the way she liked. He slid down to her neck, where she smelled like patchouli oil and sage. He kissed her neck, tasting her salty skin. “Ohhh, yeah,” she moaned.

Seth dropped his hands and the rest of his body, lowering himself on her. He licked her waistline, unbuttoned and unzipped her slacks in a single motion. Her slacks came down, along with her plain cotton underwear, now both pulled down below her knees. With her bare body now exposed, her fully natural, golden blonde pubic hairs swayed with the chilly wind.

The senator dove his face into her warm natural habitat. With ease, he found her knobby nub, and attacked with his mouth. She shrieked with gratification, sharing her pleasure with the trees. Seth’s soft touch was charged and magnetic. The waves of pleasure felt unreal, almost inhuman.

Seth stood, and faced the hippie woman, her juices covering his dark stubble. “Turn around, and I’ll fuck you the way you’ve always dreamed of.” His voice sounded hungry and demanding. She turned, and he bent her over, revealing her natural fuck holes. “This is what you want, right? To let the animals and trees watch you get your pussy destroyed?”

“Oh, yes, yes, this is what I want! Oh God!” She wailed as Seth’s huge, hot, veiny cock disappeared into her. “Fuck me, Senator, fuck me!” She felt as if a hot, thick pole was ramming into her cervix. Seth grunted and gritted his teeth as he thrashed

“Holy shit! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!” She shrieked. Her wails were indistinguishable, but sharp enough to cause the birds to vacate the trees around them. Courtney came with more force than she ever thought possible. Her cum came shooting out, soaking her lover’s pumping cock. Seth let his orgasm free, colliding his streams of hot white stuff into her waterfall. Both were left wet, nearly soaked from the waist down.

“I’m sorry to rush, but I have two more stops today,” Seth said, the sweetness returned to his voice.

Courtney was speechless. She nodded, and they set off for the Subaru. Her cognition was going haywire, like a computer fried with electricity. She had never orgasmed vaginally before, and didn’t think it was possible. The fantasy she had played in her head so many times came true. The oaks will never be the same to her.

“It was a pleasure meeting you, Ms. Knutson. Thank you for the tour,” Seth said as they pulled up to his black SUV. “I can count on your support, then, the environmental cause is very dear to me. As you could see,” he joked.

“Uh huh, yeah, of course,” she stammered, her wits still turning back online. “You can count on us, Senator.”

Seth smiled his toothy grin, he had the faint sight of dimples when his smile was large enough. “That’s wonderful. Take care, Ms. Knutson.”

In the SUV, Shay waited in the back row, while Amanda was next to him in the middle. “Your change of clothes are on top of the center counsel,” Shay said dully, not looking up from her phone.

Amanda scoffed, scrunched her nose and shook her head. “Please, Senator, change your pants. I’m not going to ride in this car for an hour with it wreaking like a hippie’s pussy.”

Chapter 4

It was June 1, and the campaign was heating up, along with the weather. The deGrom team would be picking up their pace, campaigning virtually every day, most of the time, multiple cities per day. Seth had unprecedented stamina, making it very difficult for his competitor to keep up.

Another member of Seth’s inner circle was Violet Hanson. She was a dark haired, mild mannered woman in her early 50s. Violet was Seth’s senior advisor, a role she had occupied since he first ran for office. Her introversion was often mistaken for passivity, but she was a shark in the political world. She was cunning and ruthless, and she would demolish anyone in her way, all with a calm demeanor and gentle looking eyes.

Seth and the three women sat in a hotel room, discussing strategy. “Sir, your polling is dropping with the agricultural groups. I recommend that we re-circle the rural communities. Gaining support from the dairy farmers would make you the clear front runner.” Violet spoke with a steady, intelligent tone, she could be easily confused for a professor.

Violet handed Seth a printout of the recent poll numbers. “I see. That is the plan then. We will go hard on the rural communities before we bring it back to the urban areas in Milwaukee and Madison. Does anyone have other thoughts?” Seth looked around at his team, none of which had a challenge. “Okay, then, it’s settled. Shay, you make the arrangements.”

“Yes, sir. I will brief you this afternoon when the plans are finalized,” Shay replied.

The three women were aware of the senator’s sexual prowess on the trail. They were aware of his womanizing when Congress was in session in DC, too. They never challenged him or asked questions. They were staunch feminists, their ideologies were pro-choice, pro-woman. But they did not confront the senator. They knew of his ways, but were somehow indifferent.

Seth has never seduced or had sexual encounters with his three aids. They were too crucial to his re-election, and further political advancement. He could tame his thirst around the three women, but when provoked, or starved, his human facade would begin to crumble. He had not completely let down his guard, to them, or to anyone. Even his closest advisors did not know his immortal secret.

He had to walk a delicate line. Seth had an insatiable appetite for inducing feminine lust, and fed exclusively off of their orgasmic pleasure. He had to be sure he was releasing his own sexual tension, too. The senator had to be certain that his sexual prowess would not go public and tarnish his image. He had quickly climbed the political ladder in a mere 18 months, and was projected to secure a seat in the upper house for 6 more years. His abilities had limitations. His influence could not expand beyond those who were immediately around him. An astute, suspicious observer may be able to crack the code of the senator’s secrets.

The revving up of campaign stops and seeking endorsements meant that public interest was growing. A brighter spotlight meant that the press would swarm more relentlessly as the countdown to Election Day in November neared. The most driven of these early primary season reporters was April King, a young, energetic homegrown writer for the Madison Post.

April was multi-ethnic. She had bronze, smooth skin and long, wavy flowing black hair. April’s eyes were dichromal, blue on the outside and green around the pupils. She was half white, making her skin light enough to not draw extra attention in the very white state of Wisconsin. Her Afro-Caribbean heritage gave her a truly exotic appearance. She was newly out of college, a writing major at UW Madison. April was 23, eager, relentless, and deliciously attractive. Seth could sense her young, fertile body from 100 yards away. It was time to provide a short window of time for the press at the hotel.

April spoke first, “Mr. Senator, how are you planning on improving your popularity with the farming community?” April asked, her voice smooth and clear, naturally geared for reporting.

“Hello, Ms. King,”’Seth said with a warm smile. “My team and I are looking into this as we speak. I am not overly concerned with the polling. We did very well with the rural vote 18 months ago. But, yes, the campaign will be headed back out to the rolling hills of our beautiful state to spread our message of keeping farmers in business and bringing 21st century technology to our rural areas.”

“You’re not concerned about the polling numbers?” April asked, pressing for a reaction. You’ve been dropping pretty quickly.” April added drama to her question.

Seth grinned. “We are always tracking the public opinion,” Seth clarified. “But, I don’t believe in panicking before there‘s a real problem. Excuse me, Ms. King, I have to get to my next meeting.”

Chapter 5

Early June was spent visiting the sprawled out farming communities of the dairy state. One of the campaign’s most crucial stops was to speak to the Dairy Farmers Cooperative. Earning their trust and approval would be very influential in the primary and general elections. The rolling hills were becoming a darker, richer green when the campaign reached the Co-op’s headquarters in central Wisconsin.

The Co-op’s leader, John Reddick, was growing ill and unable to be the leader the group needed. His daughter, Abigail, took over day to day operations, and would be the point person to deal with the senator. Seth approached her first. “Ms. Reddick I presume? I’m so sorry your father could not be here to represent the Co-op. But, I am pleased that you’ll be the one working with us.”

Abigail was a corn fed, middle America farmer’s daughter. She was in her mid 20s, with fiery red hair that was loosely tucked under a wrap on her head. Her frame was sturdy and strong, yet she still appeared feminine. Abigail’s denim blue overalls would appear cliche, but her large bosoms and full figure distracted from her look being too on the nose. She had hazy green eyes, and had a delicate, attractive face under the dirt and sweat.

“Hello, Mr. Senator. Yes, I’m Abigail Reddick, good to meet you,” Abigail replied. She was confident and shook his hand firmly. “If you don’t mind, sir, I have a lot of chores to do before our meeting tonight. I will have to tend to them. If you need to talk with me, you’ll have to come with me while I take care of things. That is, if you can handle walking around a real farm.” Abigail teased the senator, assessing his tailored dress slacks and button up shirt.

Seth handed his suit coat to Shay and rolled up his sleeves. “Not a problem, Ms. Reddick, I’m not afraid to get my hands dirty.”

As the pair walked to the barns, they spoke about the unstable dairy prices, environmental regulations, and other plights of the dairy farmer. Seth initially had difficulty deciphering her innermost desire. Her fantasy had been locked away, deep in her subconscious. When Seth had to dig for a woman’s utmost desire, it usually indicated feelings of shame, and repression. A kink, fetish, other BDSM related desire. Sometimes women craved another woman, or multiple men at once. Seth had encountered a wide variety along the spectrum of human sexuality. The fantasy of this woman was one even he had not experienced.

They walked into the barn, and Abigail noticed her senses heighten. Her nerves felt more sensitive. She could feel the arousal traveling to her midsection, and her pale pink nipples hardened stiffly. She licked her lips, and locked eyes with the senator.

“This is our primary milking barn,” she said. “The milk goes down these tubes and collects over there,” she points to a silver holding container sitting across the barn. Her breath was already getting heavy, her body ready to be taken and used. It did not seem strange to her that she would be fucked by the senator in the barn. It did not concern her that she was soon about to engage in her deepest, repressed fantasy. Should an onlooker see what she was about to do, her reputation would be ruined forever. She wouldn’t be able to refrain herself much longer.

“Would you mind showing me more about how the milking process works?” Seth motioned to the suction tubes that extracted the milk out of the cow’s tits.

“I’d be happy to,” she said in a newfound sultry, sensual tone.

“How exactly do they work?” Seth asked, leading her to her uncommon kink. “Could you show me?”

“Mmhmm,” she said, so aroused that she couldn’t find words to speak. Without hesitation, she unhooked the clasps of her overalls and pulled her tank top straps down around her torso, revealing her large, milky white breasts. Her nipples pointed out aggressively. Abigail held the cylinders to her areolas, then flicked the power button. The suction tubes began powerfully sucking her tits, pulling her entire nipple into the tube. Holding the milkers, she flung her head back and moaned, as if she had been desperate for the relief.

Seth stroked her exposed skin, laid her down on a pile of hay, and tore off her overalls. Her red tank remained around her torso, and she wore blue boy shorts. The senator placed himself between her legs, and whipped off her underwear. She continued to moan and writhe under the suction of the milkers. Between her legs was a fuzzy patch of flaming orange. She kept her lady field trimmed and landscaped, like a good farmer. Her inner and outter lips were dark pink, swollen, and glistening from her arousal.

“Ugh! Fuck me senator! Fuck me here. Stick me with your stiff cock in this barn!” Abigail was wild with lust, animalistic, even. She released one of her suction tubes and reached out to grab Seth’s manhood. He had quickly stripped, his pointed cock now within her reach. She grabbed it, pulling and tugging, taking no mind of being gentle. Then she pulled the senator by his member towards her face, and took him into her mouth. Her hand returned to her tube, and she gargled his cock while she milked herself. Abigail made animalistic pleasure sounds, but they were muffled by Seth in her mouth. She was so consumed with her passion, she nearly didn’t notice the hot, tingling sensation of his dick in her mouth.

Neither able to tolerate another second, Seth lowered himself between her legs, and inserted his saliva soaked cock into her flaming red pussy. Her tightness made him gasp as he drilled into her. An onlooker would have walked in on the red headed farm girl, naked, holding cow milkers to her own supple breasts, and the senator’s bare bottom bobbing in the air, fucking her furiously. A witness would surely end both of their careers. Luckily, no one was around.

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