Lily Phillips shocks the internet with explosive claims after exposing a DM from LeBron James offering her $100K for one night, saying she felt offended by the amount considering he's worth over $1B and had no reason to keep it a secret 😳
“Offering me $100K is disrespectful”
“He worth $1B and offering me peanuts”
She bounced on his lap, like a naughty little jewelry box dancer. Each drop driving the tip deeper into her tummy, and stretching muscles that made her feel, oh so good. Hands gripping his chest to push back even harder, she needed as much as she could fit. Pussy, now nuzzled against his pubic bone, she began grinding her mess, desperation for release building. Kisses on his moaning mouth, then feeding him swollen nipples, his tongue, teeth and sucking lips made her grinds harder. She threw her head back, mouth open, not caring who heard her operatic orgasm, because she knew he reveled in her music. He grabbed her hips, fingers pressed deep in flesh, and fucked up into her as she came. Waves of her own orgasm subsided, and she felt him begin swell and throb.
“I’m going to cum” he moaned, and tried to lift her off his shaft.
She locked her heels under his hips, arms braced in his armpits, and he felt that grip as her body tried to possess his.
“Breed me” she moaned, biting at his chest.
Her mighty man, even knowing it was safe, struggled but was powerless to pull away, flooding her perfect body.
“It’s all mine” she moaned, pumping out, every last drop, before collapsing on his still heaving chest.
Kinks, fantasies, fulfillment.
Never hold back.
Slowly nibbling and licking his way up her thighs, she stared down at his progress, her own need increasing with each inch he passed on the way to her undoing.
He opened his mouth and suckled her sweet honey, tongue savoring, enjoying the world’s rarest fruit.
In a moan her head fell back, eyes rolled slightly, and he stopped. She looked down, with fervent desperation, and need, almost like it hurt her a bit.
“Watch me, if you stop watching, I stop” he said.
Eyes locked on his, he started slowly again, the harder she concentrated on staying focused, the deeper she felt his tongue in her soul. He became imprinted as her pleaser, any time they’d lock eyes in the future, her subliminal mind would remind her and she’d feel him before she even remembered why her panties were wet.
Involve her senses, please her largest sexual organ, make her mind cum too.
He bent her over the counter, turned off the stove, and hiked up her hips.
Her feet no longer touched the floor, and trembled in free air as he impaled her.
Thighs and hips stopped by the solid wood, a howling moan escaped her lips, and he fit it all inside her.
A strong hand snaked over her hip and fingers found her…
“Ooooooohhhhhh yessssss” she hissed, fingers rubbing her delicate clit, as he fucked her.
He continued until he saw her mouth fall open, she white knuckled the counter edge with her grip, and then he stopped, pulled out, and knelt behind her. She shrieked as his mouth closed over her soaked opening, tongue rasping and mouth hungry for her honey, he devoured what he could as she came in his mouth, the rest soaking into his beard.
She’d not even stopped quivering when he grabbed her hips, so slick, her pulsing muscles offered little resistance and he was so deep inside her again. Long full strokes that took the air from her lungs, until he filled her tummy.
He helped her down when the moment stopped.
“You couldn’t wait until after breakfast?” she inquired kissing him.
“Not when you make the dessert look so fucking good first” he replied.
He pulled his cock from her still shaking body, grabbed her hair and pushed her to her knees. She opened her mouth, hungry to taste them both, choked at the swelling and throbbing in her throat. Spent, he tried to pull away, she gripped his ass and kept sucking, hungry 1/4
She had so much to get done today, she wasn’t sure how she’d manage. He walked into the kitchen and took her by the hand, led her to the living room, before her on the coffee table was an array of her favorite toys. “Today, you get to pick how you cum, I get to pick when”. Her eyes lit up like fireflies, and she did a little leg shuffle from the pulsations she felt in her pussy. She looked at him and said “I have such a busy day though!” He simple looked at her sternly and said “pick”. She glanced at the weapons of delight and with a sly smirk turned and grabbed his crotch, she was sneaky at these games, and she literally tried to get the upper hand. “I pick this then, I want you to feel what you do to me” his cock swelling as she squeezed it, she giggled, proud of her achievement. He grabbed her ponytail and pushed her over the arm of the sofa, it happened so fast she yelped. He pulled her panties to the side, “but I have to…” her words were cut short by a slap on her ass and she danced with the sting. Then it happened, the pressure, stutter breathing she whimpered, his cock stretching her juicy but not yet ripe peach. Long strokes, pressure in just the right places and her restraint by his strength was too much. “Oh fuck I’m going to cum” she moaned. He slowed his strokes “use your manners” he growled. “Please! Please please make me cum!” she begged teetering on the edge. Still holding her hair he pulled himself free and pushed her to her knees. She could taste herself as he entered her mouth, and then taste him too as he flooded her throat with cum. Finished he pulled her to her feet, she was still in shock, juice from her now over ripe peach trickled down her thigh. “You chose the toy, I choose when” he reminded her, kissing her forehead “I’ll go make breakfast” he said, and she realized she wasn’t the one with the upper hand anymore.