WHAT BILLIONAIRES TASTE LIKE

Opula stretched naked beside Ruby as they calmed their nerves after four rounds of sex. She smacked her lips sensually and glared at Ruby’s penis- the long thick venous shaft that she had never seen between the legs of men she had laid. There was a magic that left his penis into her whenever they made love; she could not wait to commend his magical penis – one that left her moaning for more even while she was yet to climb down a round of sex. Fanny, she thought would never have such endowment, even though she never allowed him to touch her. She could not tell why she avoided Fanny, but fell for Ruby – maybe it was for the unseen magical penis between the legs of Ruby; and the strange moisture that accompanied his kiss whenever their lips stuck like the identical vagina lips. She could not get enough of Ruby. Fanny would have to bear with her for not falling in love with him; she knew he wasn’t going to accept it in good fate, but then she was going to love one man and not two men. She had found more emotional attachement to Ruby than Fanny and she knew whatever that brought Ruby into her life was for good fate.

“I can’t get enough of your dick,” she whispered and stroked his big balls with her long vanished artificial nails which left Ruby wriggling across the bed like an earthworm. He struggled with his breath and smacked his lips as she worked harder on him.

Ruby sighed opening his legs wider to give her room for her strokes. He wriggled as she switched to his bulged penis, focusing her fingers on the rim and stroking gently. He shut his eyes and hummed his appreciation as she began to stroke even harder.

“Damn, baby girl, oh shit,” he whispered under her trap.

Suddenly she stood up, and he stared at her naked big firm buttocks rolling as she walked to the ward robe, and grabbed a long elastic scarf, appeared before him, tweaked her buttocks lustfully before she held his hands and tied them up, and grabbed his sorry-looking face and kissed him annoyingly with a soft slap on the face.

“You stubborn, slave I want to see you give it to me like no other. Make sure you fuck the Opula out of me this time,” she said, squatted before him stroked his penis so hard that the bulged veins turned blue.

“I am sorry,” he cried as his penis became a scary large shaft. He was playing the slave while she played the mistress. All his life he had yearned for adventurous sex and even he couldn’t get it from the whores he had hosted in his mansion.

“Shut the fuck up,” she barked. “Now what’s my name?” she asked and stroked harder, with her mouth gaping and her entire body shaking with pleasure and passion.

“Opula,” he answered, panting.

“Oh the asshole doesn’t even know my fucking name. I am a bitch,”

“Bitch,” he called.

And she rolled her eyes at him gazed upon his take-it penis before parting it and stood up to squeeze into her nightie.

“Oh bitch where are you off to?” he asked, “Come and fuck the billion out of me now,” he demanded panting and watching his huge penis point to the ceiling

She was in her complete nightie though transparent with her thong and big breasts glaring.

“I will be back. I need to visit the kitchen and fix dinner.”

“Oh the chef will do that. It isn’t your duty,” he murmured.

“Hell no,” she protested, “I want my man to enjoy my food and see if it is as tasty as my pussy,” she said, smiling.

“And are you gonna leave me this way?’ he asked.

“Of course, it is your punishment for fucking me with best dick ever,” she said and blew him a kiss. “I will be right back,” she said and walked out of the suite.

She entered the lift and pressed floor 20 and quickly the lift got there and she exited, waving at staffers who greeted her. Earlier Ruby had taken her on a grand tour around the hotel and she had taken note of the kitchen and the bar,

“Good evening, madam,” the chefs greeted randomly as they beheld Opula.

“Thank you, I would love to fix dinner for your boss,” she said and they raised a brow. “Yes I know it may be a shocker to you, but that’s how the rule will bend until we leave. Another thing I would love to know is the refreshment you prepare whenever the rich and famous Ziu Lee comes around?”This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

They rolled their eyes at one another, confusedly, “He doesn’t eat,” the midget female Chinese chef amongst them said. He only drinks,”

“Oh OK,” Opula said and rolled her eyes, “I would love you guys to fetch me condiments for preparing Peking Roasted Duck. I will be back,” she said and disappeared from the kitchen.

When she came to the bar, she saw a tall, rigid guy with heavy features and perceived he was in charge of the bar section. As soon as she walked in, he greeted, bowing and Opula smiled at him, “A shot whiskey,” she placed her orders and sat opposite him.

“Here, ma,” he said a she dropped it in front of her.

And she got hold of it and gulped at once. She grinned, before asking, “How much do you earn as the bartender?”

The young guy smiled, “Ten thousand dollars,” he replied with his face full of excitement.

“What can three hundred thousand do in your life?”

“A whole lot,” the man replied, “I will pay off the mortgage on my house, buy a new car, and fuck a new bitch.”

“All of that will be your portion in less than twenty four hours but after you pay the price,” she said and frowned.

And the bartender frowned back…