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Mac has been a little less kinky since Jim has shown up and once she's reasonably sure she can get him out of the house for a few hours, she decides it's time for she and Jackson to do something a little...more than usual. She'd whispered her desire to use the camera again while he was still in the clinic working and while Mac thinks that's possibly a little cruel of her, she doesn't care. She knows how much he likes it.

So now she's eagerly waiting whatever he has in store for her.

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"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?"

Mac can't really speak around his cock so she just hums instead, hoping he understands that means whatever he wants to do is fine with her.

In the end, he pulls out of her mouth and wraps his fingers around his cock, stroking slowly as he looks down at her.

"Face," Mac murmurs, turning her face up a little and closing her eyes. "That's what I'd like."

"Good girl," he says, keeping his eyes on her until he comes, across her lips and cheek.

Mac licks her lips lightly, completely not bothered by the taste of him. "Well, have I atoned for my sins yet or do I need some more?"

"Oh, I think you need some more, don't you?" he says. "You look like you've still got some dignity to me."

"Mmm, what shall I do for you?" she asks, waiting patiently for her next instruction.

"Naked," he says, going back to the chair he'd been sitting in here. "Now."

Mac strips quickly and stands in front of him, waiting for what he might want next. "Just like this?"