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"Well. They just want to be loved, don't they? So they'll fuck anyone who gives them some attention."

Mac leans back against the bed and brushes her fingers against her thigh. "Are you watching me?"

"I'm watching you, darlin'," he says, because he is. He hasn't taken his eyes off her since he walked into the room. "What's your favourite way to get fucked, sweetheart?"

"From behind," she murmurs. "On my hands and knees with my ass in the air and my little skirt all rucked up."

It's a very arresting image and Jackson takes a moment to let it sink in. "What else do you do that good girls don't, darlin'?"

"Good girls don't let their boyfriends fuck them in the ass," Mac says, giggling a bit. "So you know, I'm definitely not a very good girl."

"Good girls don't," he agrees, shifting his position slightly in his chair. "Why don't you show me your tits, darlin'?"

Mac undoes her blouse and shrugs it off before biting her lip, feigning shy. "Do I need to take my bra off too, Dr. Jackson?"

"You can just lift your tits out of it for me," he says. "And lean forward."

Mac does as he asks, sliding her breasts up and out and leaning forward. "Yes? Ready and waiting."

"Look into the camera for me," he says. "Play with your nipples while you tell me about the filthiest thing you've ever done."

Mac blushes and starts doing as he asked, voice low and breathy. "I let you fuck me outside and come all over my tits," she says, thinking this is a good start. "And I got so fucking wet."

"Harder. I want you squirming." He tilts his head, watching her. "What else have you let me do to you? That a good girl wouldn't. Remind me."

"I gagged on your cock and begged you for it," she whimpers, teasing her nipples into stiff little peaks.

"I think I remember that," he says, grinning. "Spread your legs wider and keep going. I don't want that camera to miss a thing."

Mac does as he asks, spreading her legs wide as they'll go. "Can I touch my cunt, Jackson? Please?"

"No, you can't," he says, shaking his head. "Bad girls have to work hard for what they want. And I gave you an instruction and you haven't followed it."

"I let you fuck me in every hole," Mac whimpers. "Every one. In New York?"

"And you loved every single second of it," he says, grinning at her. "Why don't you tell me how you see this turning out for you tonight, sweetheart."

"I think I want to gag on your cock while you're pulling my hair," Mac says, slow and deliberate. "What do you think?"

"I think that sounds like a start, darlin'," he says, getting up out of the chair and walking over to her. "Open your mouth. Stick your tongue out."

Mac opens her mouth wide, sticking out her tongue. God, she's practically shivering in anticipation.

"I want you to keep playing with your tits," he says, unbuttoning his pants and taking his cock in hand. He doesn't slide it into her mouth straight away, brushing her lips with it instead.

Mac doesn't have a problem with that and she whimpers and teases her nipples even more, almost begging for his cock.

He slides his cock into her mouth, going deep on the first thrust, though he doesn't hit the back of her throat just yet.

Mac can handle this and she knows he wants to fuck her deep so she's relaxed accordingly. God. Why does she like this so much?