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"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?

"Pinch your nipples hard," he instructs. "I want to feel you moan around my cock."

Mac pinches her nipples and groans around his cock, completely turned on and brought lower than usual. Jesus fuck.

Grinning, he pushes his fingers into her hair, holding her head still as he pushes into her mouth.

Mac gags a little and then relaxes, taking him in. Jesus. She feels like Jackson knows her well enough that it won't go much further than this.

The gagging is a sign not to push any further, any deeper, so he uses that as his measure as he fucks her mouth.

Mac squeezes her eyes shut and concentrates on making him feel good. Ultimately, that's the point of this whole dynamic.

She's endlessly good at this and it doesn't take long until he's on the edge of coming, his fingers still tight in his hair.

"Hmm," he says, managing to sound casual. "Do I want to come in your throat or on your face. Do bad girls had a preference?"