Jess rose up from the sofa by perching her ass high in the air, giving me a perfect view of it. The coke coursing through my body made me feel aggressive. I stroked my cock lightly as she used her delicate fingers to confidently cut eight lines of cocaine. So that was the sort of day it was going to be.

"I'll go slow at first so you can do your lines," I said.

Jess whipped her hair around her shoulder and looked back at me.

"A true gentleman," she said.

I pushed the head of my cock past her sphincter, which welcomed me with joyful ease. Jess sighed happily....