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Keeping the Family Business Alive [Bene and Daleeria]

The feeling of his balls in her mouth only pushed him closer and closer to the edge. But he was stronger than that. Gavin held on until she ran her tongue up his length and left her mouth open for him. Seemed she knew what to do now. His thick hands reached out and grabbed two fistfulls of her hair, and pulled her face towards him; impaling her throat with his thick cock. His balls slapped against her chin as he did. Gavin forced her to sit there with his cock down her throat for a good few seconds before letting her breath. But just for a brief moment. Soon he pulled her back down his length and thrusted his hip to fuck her face.

Finally she shut the fuck up.

Though this facefucking was enough to push him over the edge. As he began to cum, he pulled out of her throat and slapped his cock against her lips a few times before coating it with his thick, hot cum. It landed all over face and chin, also spilling onto her tits and dress.

"Fuck you." he muttered as he started come down from the high of it all. Their neighbors no doubt hated them now. But Gavin didn't give a shit. For a few moments he just sat there panting and stared down at her. Once he had composed himself, he spoke again. "Grab some lube and get me hard again. Then I'm going in your ass. Now." he commanded. Gavin then stood up and spat in her direction on his way to the kitchen.

From the fridge he grabbed a waterbottle and downed about half of it, then set it on the counter. By time he turned around, he hoped for her sake she would already be there.
 
Lana yelped as he grabbed her hair, shock in her eyes as he jammed himself all the way in and cut off her airflow. Damn she was glad she had put on that lipstick she bought earlier; she clearly got to see the red lip ring around the base of his cock and it made the suffocation worth it.

Something she hadn't anticipated was his almost violent reaction as he molested her face and all she could do was just kneel there and take it like the little whore she was- sure he wasn't giving her cash but he had given her a literal bank vault by letting her see that book. Lana was nothing more than his little whore now.

Even with the ball draining from the night before, Gavin was a man that could paint a bitch's face with how pent up he still was. Lana was going to have to make a point to get a round in every day, to start taming that particular beast.

Already her jaw was sore and he left her there panting and rubbing her joints from the abuse she had just taken. "Fuck... You... Too!" she gasped out, slowly trying to stumble to her feet as he gave his command. As she limped past, she pulled her dress off and wiped her face, tossing the garment on the floor without a care.

Lana was moving too slow; she was digging through her bag to find the only bit of lube she had on her. She'd have to make a special trip out to get more later. She just hadn't anticipated anal coming into play so quickly, if at all. By the time he turned around and made his way down the hall she was just coming out of the spare room with the bottle.

"Guess I'll have to stock up, huh?"
 
Gavin rounded the corner to see her coming of the room, and rammed her into the wall. She wasn’t quick enough. The shove was harmless enough, but showed how little he cared for her. He then grabbed her wrist and dragged her towards his room. Once there he tossed her towards the bed and tossed the bottle on the floor by her feet.

He followed and hopped up onto the bed, laying on his back. Once he again he was going to make her do the work here. His cock was already at half mast again, but would need her attention for it to be ready.

“Get my cock hard again then hop on. But look away from me when you do. I want to watch that fat ass of yours drop down on me.” he commanded once more and tapped the bed by his thighs.

If she knew what was good for her, she’d hurry up this time. Something about today had just put him in a very rough mood. And it was Lanas fault.
 
"Fuck!" she shouted as her back slammed into the wall, flinching hard. With not even a moment to react, she was yanked down the haul but not willingly. Lana might have fought, but both of them knew her struggling was nothing more than bravado tonight. After spending the entire day poking the beast, she deserved nothing less.

Lana landed on the bed and scrambled onto it to keep from getting grabbed again. She almost looked affronted, but there was a dawning of realization that she was no longer in any sort of control of this situation. Behind closed doors, she was his bitch, his fuck toy. Only in public was she really safe from his wrath.

This time she moved with haste, crawling between his legs and grabbing the bottle of lube, her mouth on his half stiff cock even as she opened the lid, coated her fingers and immediately slid two into her ass with a moan.
 
It didn’t take much for him to get hard again, but Gavin couldn’t help but enjoy the feeling of her mouth on him again. So he enjoyed it for a bit until he was nice and hard again. It was nice to just enjoy her for a few moments.

But then he remembered how pissed off he was.

He reached out once he was fully hard and pushed her head down on him, forcing his cock down her throat once more. But then again she could take it.

This time he kept her down there as long as she could take it, only letting her up once he decided she had enough.

“Now hop already. I still want to catch my shows later.” he said to her and patted his lap again. There was no way he would ever let her know how excited he was for this. Her pussy was one thing, but her ass was something else entirely.

Only her third night here, and Lana would totally belong to him. Guess that was one last gift from Louie
 
While he was busy suffocating her with a cock she couldn't deny she might easily become addicted to, her fingers were stretching her ass for him, using nearly the entire bottle of lube in anticipation of how large he was and how long it'd been since she took anything decent sized in this particular hole.

She started to cough, officially out of oxygen. "You really do sound like an old man talking about shows... But then..." she straddled his lap facing away from him. "You fuck like a god so obviously looks are deceiving!"

More ego stroking even as her hand spread her cheeks for him, the head of his cock waiting at her puckered hole as she started to lower her lubed ass down onto his shaft.

It was a tight fit. He couldn't see her flinching, but she was and it was a slow struggle to get herself even halfway down, where she stopped to take a breath and let her newly invaded hole adjust. "God. Damn. Your. Cock!" she panted loudly, sweat rolling down her back again.
 
Holy fuck she was tight. The feeling alone was enough to send him over the edge. Each inch of him she attempted to take felt tighter than the last. Gavin wasn't even sure he would fit inside of her all the way.

So he decided to test her once more.

Gavin grabbed either side of her hips and pulled her down towards him. As he did, he traveled the rest of the way up her ass until she was sitting in his lap. There was nothing left for her to take, so he gave her a few moments to adjust to the feeling. He needed to adjust as well.

"How is that?" he asked her finally. "Now I own every one of your holes. Remember that slut." he said with a hard slap to her ass. So hard he could even feel it while inside of her. Another slap and he tilted his head back to stare at the ceiling.

"Now start riding." he said. One last command for her. Without a doubt, this was the best sex he had ever had in his life. And their arrangement had only just begun really. There would be plenty more nights like this, and probably even more intense. Especially if Lana decided to act like this again.
 
"Nonono, don't pull-" Lana's begging was cut off by a scream as he pulled her hips down, driving deep inside of her in a way the young woman had never felt in her short seventeen years. No amount of lube could help, her fingers just didn't reach that far in. "Fucking asshole! Fuck you!"

The few moments of adjustment just didn't feel like enough. Thank God tomorrow was Sunday. She wouldn't be walking well for a day or two after this. There were few doubts in her mind that no matter how well she rode he would be destroying her ass by the end of the session.

Still, his command was heard and she was quieter as usual as she braced herself on his thighs and started to rock her ass, shallowly at first to get used to the movement and lube herself up a little more. As she got herself halfway off his shaft, she grabbed the bottle, squeezing the last of the lube on the exposed part and slammed herself back down. "Fuck!"

With the extra lube it was a much easier time now, and while she kept her initial pace slow that became more about the two of them lasting long enough to really enjoy this. If she was in this much discomfort, she couldn't imagine how tight she was around him. "Biggest cock I've ever taken in my ass. I'll get you a little trophy," the sass returned to her voice as each bounce increased her pace.
 
"Oh yeah? And what sort of trophy would I want from some slut? I already own you." he said to her, and settled his hands onto her hips to help guide her up and down. For the moment he would be gentler with her, given what just did to her. Gavin was always a softie at heart. The feeling of her sliding up and down his length was unlike any he had ever felt. It was all he could do to not just finish right then and there. This seemed like a rare occasion given the pain she felt, or not depending on his mood, so he wanted to savor this.

"Say Lana, ever think you'd end up here? I figure you'd have some guy up your ass, but me?" he asked. Gavin sure didn't picture this when the cops dropped her off. Though he was somewhat glad things turned out this way.

Mushy thoughts out of his head he focused back to the situation at hand.

Now that she was good and ready, or at least he decided she was, he began to lift his hips up to meet each of her bounces. After a few of those, he held her hips still completely and started to thrust into from below, fucking her ass only slightly softer than he would her pussy. And that was only because of the angle.
 
Lana thought for a moment, stopping her hips for a moment only to grind him deep inside her, she arched her back to look back at him. "Until ten minutes ago, no. Didn't think I'd end up here. You'd be surprised how many older men aren't into anal," she moaned and wiggled her thick ass for him, knowing he meant a little deeper than the surface level fact he was fucking her ass but not having a real answer for that.

Of course she hadn't considered this in the scheme of things, she just adapted because that was the only way to survive. There was no choice, just reaction and planning. Rivers and glaciers had carved the Grand Canyons because of time and persistence.

The adjustment had gone well; now she could easily shift her hips and take his entire length with minimal friction and she was more than ready when he started to meet her motion. "Ah fuck! Yes!" she removed her hands from his thighs and used her momentum to keep her bouncing. After he grabbed her hips and took control, her hand found her pussy and she rubbed her clit with a gasp. "But I'm not complaining this is where I ended up."
 
Gavin stopped thrusting to let her take back over, but didn’t last much longer. After only a few more bounces he grabbed her hips tightly and shot his load deep into her ass. He filled her up and watched as some of his cum leaked down his length.

“Fuck Lana!” he groaned out, and sighed loudly as the last bit came out.

Still panting he looked up at her, watching the sweat on her back drip down. The air around them was hot and humid, making him sweat too. But unlike most times he was down with her, it wasn’t so easy to just shove her off of him. Her ass was too tight for that.

“I’m hungry.” he said finally, still panting. “Go make dinner. Slut.” he added on.

To encourage her a bit, he slapped her ass hard again and then titled his head back to catch his breath again.
 
"Fuck!" Lana only got a few more thrusts before she felt his cock throb and release more of his seed deep inside of her. While his hands kept her in place, she still ground and rocked on top of him to keep the sensation up as she rubbed her clit to her own intense completion. An entire silent, body stilling orgasm that stopped her in her tracks and left her frozen upright in his lap as she rode the waves of pleasure.

Those pierced nipples heaved as they sat there catching their breath; Lana came down enough to hear his command, not even recognizing what time it was or that they hadn't been home even an hour by this point.

Any other moment, Lana would have had something to say, but all she did was look back with glazed eyes, nodding and slowly prying herself off his body. Nothing was said as she padded out of his room dripping cum from her ass, or as she put all their purchases away from the shopping trip before bringing him a beer.

No quips about age, his dick, no sass about the fuck... Just pure, blissful silence. She did make a point to clean up a bit after herself, using the cumstained dress in the hall to wipe up the mess and at least cleaning herself up enough she wasn't leaking everywhere. She didn't have the energy to clean that up later.

In the kitchen she put the new pans to good use, cooking them up some burgers she had bought the other day still in a daze, sipping on water to rehydrate and coming down painfully slowly from their fuck.

Even when she set his plate down by him and took her spot on the other end of the couch, all that came out of her mouth was a; "do you want another beer?"

Gavin had done it, had finally shut her the fuck up.
 
While she set off Gavin worked up the strength to climb out of bed and stretch. That was the most he had exerted himself in sometime. While he was in shape, that was still a lot for him. At least she knew better than to say something now. Instead of her usual sass, she went to work right away. That was a side of her he hoped to see more.

After a minute or so he walked out into the living room and eyed her as she opened her mouth. But to his pleasant surprise, she asked if he needed a beer.

“That would be great.” he said to her with a smile.

Gavin sat down at the far end of the couch and flipped the TV on, scratching his stomach. With a content sigh he accepted the beer and burger.

Maybe this is why people got married. If that was true maybe he would find a girl to marry, and not just use.

After a few minutes of silence between them, he turned to her and smiled smartly.

“Good burger there Lana. Thanks.” he said to her, actually meaning it. This girl could just as well as she sucked cock, if not better. Another perk to this deal. To think all he would need to do is just make sure she had a place to start her empire, and make sure she finished school. Lana would do all the rest, and he got to use her like this whenever he wanted.
 
Lana wasn't expecting any praise or thanks for the meal; his genuine compliment snapped her out of her reverie and she half noted he looked half was handsome with a smile on his face. "You're welcome," in her shock she smiled back at him and turned back to her plate to finish eating.

It was a lot to take in. Three days here had changed a lot of things; and not just her plans. For the last four years of her sexual life she had been power bottoming her way through life; it was easy to be in control when your father held the power and you held the camera while some married sleezebag painted your face with his cum in exchange for some favor or a loan. Extra collateral.

Some of that extra collateral would come into play sooner than anticipated, especially now that she knew Fisher was in the area. Tomorrow would be a recovery day, to rest up and get herself walking right again. Monday her true work would begin.

Lana glanced over at Gavin from the corner of her eye, noting just how normal hanging out naked on the couch had become. Yeah, she was a slut but this was different even for her. She wasn't being flaunted around like a diamond like her father always did. Gavin didn't give a shit about that, he just appreciated her body for what it was. It was degrading, yes, being used and dumped on the floor. But the way he did it made her enjoy it even more. No mercy, just raw pleasure...
 
Gavin caught her looking at him and shot her a glare. After two goes at her he was exhausted, and the last thing he needed was her making another move on him. Sure they were hanging out naked, but he had hoped they were at a point where they could just… do that. But then again she was a horny teenager and he was a dirty old man.

At last his show came on, and he reached for the remote to turn it up. It was one of those true crime shows, where they investigated old murders and other crimes. Gavin always found it interesting how they exaggerated the whole process. Months and months of interviews and dusty fields full of evidence. For him it was just two weeks, since his brother had good books.

“Run along Lana, I’m gonna watch this. Go plan something or whatever it is you do when I’m busy.” he said to her and waved her off. Now that he wasn’t horny anymore, he didn’t have much use for her at the moment.

The show was covering a double murder that took place in some b-list celebrity’s house. Apparently the fucker killed those two people, and claimed it was all “method acting”. Despite the evidence, the incompetent detectives couldn’t build a case. At least that part was true to life.
 
Lana shrugged. She was beat. There was nothing more to plan until her next move was made. So... Once she cleaned up their plates and washed the dishes... She just sat back down next to him with a soda in hand and joined in watching the show.

As they sat there watching the show, Lana pondered how easy it was to commit a crime in America and get away with it; even Louie only got charged with half of the atrocities committed by not only him but people under his command. And even though she was nearly 18 and they could have easily charged her with things, they called her a victim of her father's schemes and let her go free even if she was just as guilty.

She would use this too her advantage of course in the near future.

"Guess it's a good thing cops are incompetent huh?"
 
“Yeah they are. For our sake, let’s hope they stay that way.” Gavin said and leaned over to tap his beer can against her soda. With a quick smile he sat up and leaned back into the couch.

This was actually nice.

Some more time would pass and the sun would go down, and about two episodes of his show later he let out a yawn and looked to Lana.

“Alright kiddo, I’m off to bed. Yours will be here tomorrow, so sorry to make you stay on the couch again.” he said to her with a fake frown. Last night was a one time deal with her sleeping in his bed. Gavin enjoyed his personal space. Even if she did invade it occasionally to pleasure him.

Gavin stretched out a bit and sighed again, scratching his stomach. They had been sitting here so long, he had almost forgot they were still naked. So he decided to take in the view for a bit before he went to bed.
 
Lana was lounging next to him, her legs stretched out but not touching him. She wasn't making another move any time soon; he had thoroughly exhausted her in the most fulfilling of ways possible. And she could admit it was nice getting to sit there and even sort of enjoy his company for once. Silence, nothing but the TV, the occasional 'how the fuck?', grunt of agreement, etc. Just a peaceful evening after three chaotic days.

If it hadn't been for the darkening of the room, Lana might have forgotten how late it was in the first place. Not horribly late, but then again they were both drained after the hectic day. As the TV clicked off she looked over at him, still sort of dazed from the fuck and then subsequent TV watching. "Eh at least I'll have a bed tomorrow," her voice almost sounded tame for a minute as she stared at him, eyes naturally drawn down his body. There was no mischief this time, she was just lazily appraising the man who claimed her.

"So... I'm not judging at all, but the foot thing..." she slipped her feet into his lap and stroked his cock with one. "I've never met anyone into that before... Mind if I... Just one before bed?"
 
The feeling of her foot grazing his cock sent electricity through his veins, waking him up from the sort of fugue state he was in from watching television. Normally he would be all for whatever she had planned with her feet and his cock, but Gavin was worried he might fall asleep during it. That was the last thing he needed. Lana would NEVER let that go. So instead he pushed her feet out of his lap and yawned loudly.

"As much as I would love to explore that with you, I'm fucking exhausted." he said to her honestly. "Perhaps some other time." he added with a wink.

With that said, he stood up and groaned; his legs were a tad shakier than he realized. He scratched his stomach again and looked to her on the couch. Gavin didn't have much to say to her, so he shuffled past the couch and down the hall to his room. He shut the door behind him and sighed loudly. That was some of the most intense sex he had ever had, and it took more out of him than he thought. Watching television after seemed to only make him more tired, so he made a mental note of that.

Despite still being covered in sweat, and god knows what else, he just climbed into his bed and laid on his back. Before he even realized it, he was passed out and snoring.
 
The next week established more of a routine; Gavin got her signed up for school, and boy was public school a wash. From 8am until 3pm her days were kept busy mostly selling weed to the neighborhood kids. She'd stop by her dealer and chill for a bit and talk business; she couldn't risk bringing anything home because of Gavin being on probation, but that didn't mean she wouldn't find a way to partake when she could. Then she'd get home, make dinner, and depending on their moods and energy level either they'd eat dinner and chill in front of the TV discussing her game plan to minute details or he'd fuck her senseless, eat dinner and crash early. She had even managed to wake him up with a blowjob this morning; a first in there arrangement that left him with a hell of a smirk on his face while rushing out the door.

Homework was easy; she never brought anything home because she had the big brains to knock it all out during lunch and her free study hall period at the end of the day. She wanted nothing in her way of devoting her full attention to this project of hers.

See Davante and Reggie down the street, two of the black kids she had seen that first trip to the market were corner boys for the local street gang in the area. They mostly sat on their porch, chilling and dealing small amounts of bud to the old men with glaucoma and the young kids who wanted to look cool.

Already she was making decent money, being the only one of the three teens in school to begin with. They got a cut of her profits but it was negligible at best. The rest came home with her and was squirreled away. She had already made nearly half of what she had spent setting herself up. She hadn't dealt with anyone higher up the chain yet because it wasn't necessary.

Today was one such school day, and at 3:00 the bell rang and it was Friday. Lana could feel the excitement in the air, even if she didn't feel the same vibe. She had a lot of work to do and none of it was school related, and so she naturally took her newly established route home that took her right past the Twins' front porch.

"Yo, Lana! C'mere for a minute. Gotta rap at you about somethin'!" Reggie hollared at her, fat blunt in his hand and a serious look on his face that made her stop and take heed despite her hurry to get home. "Hey. There's something going in you should know about. Might fuck up those future plans. New coke dealer pushing in on our blocks. Fisher is his last name."

"Son of a fucking whore, of course he is. Knew he wouldn't stay clean for long, especially knowing I'm around... Don't worry bout it babe, he's not a threat..." Lana cursed before calming straight down and smirking as they sat on the porch smoking. "I got blackmail on him and I think it's time I call that in... Any interest in dealing coke for me?"

Of course, Reggie was down for whatever. He didn't want to spend his life flying colors and risking his neck with the po-po for his bread. And Lana was smart, and white. If anyone could do this it was her.

Lana was texting Gavin as she finished her walk home, letting him know they had some business to deal with when he got home.
 
What followed after Gavin and Lana’s first weekend, was a bit of a routine. Lana went to school, he went to work. From the outside looking in, they looked like a regular uncle and niece living their lives. Though what really happened was, the start to Lana’s empire and the countless nights he threw her around and used her for his own pleasure. As was their deal. The deal they honored, and each fulfilled their roles as agreed upon. It was peaceful.

While Lana went to school, Gavin went to work as normal. To his shitty job that didn’t pay enough for the labor he gave. Hours spent breaking his back on the packing line made only a third of Lana was pulling at school. But in order to keep up appearances, he continued to work his job as expected. It was good that he had her at home to relieve some of that stress.

Today ended as most days did; Gavin finished his work and started the walk home. It was a bit warmer than usual as late spring had set in. The extra heat made his overalls that much more uncomfortable. Perhaps that is what led him to his sudden realization.

It was time to quit.

When Lana got home, he would tell of her of this decision. That meant finding a new job as a cover, but that brain of hers likely had something for that. Perhaps he would have that talk with her after their nightly ritual; she usually was in a good mood after.

~~~

Gavin stepped inside the apartment, as usual home before Lana, and kicked his boots off. For the last time with any luck. He then went straight to his bedroom and got changed into a pair of basketball shorts and the tank top he had underneath. Once changed he went back to the living room, and kicked his feet up on the coffee table.

Till Lana got home, he would just watch TV.
 
Lana slammed the door shut in her enthusiasm, kicking her shoes off and tossing her backpack on the floor. "Gavin!" she saw his boots there and knew he was home. "Guess who's trying to muscle in on my work? Chris-Fucking-Fisher!!"

Lana sounded far too excited about that as she grabbed them both a beer, handed him his and started conspiring. "It's time to initiate stage one. Obviously he knows where I am and what I'm doing. And if I'm not carry I'll accident a gang war and that's not my goal, I need every connection I can get. So I'm going to invite Chris over for dinner this weekend. I have blackmail he can't afford without a felony, and he owes me anyways. Probably thinks he can scare me without dad around, the fucking idiot forgets I'm my own fucking genius!" Lana pulled out her notebook and started scribbling this down. This was going to be a hell of a thing to pull off. And she was going to need some money. An 'investment' into getting new product. They needed a car too. She had that all planned out though.

"We're going to threaten him with the blackmail; convince him to back the fuck off, I'll get the product out of the relationship for a good price and start distribution through the local street games. We'll get a good fucking profit off of it even paying them a cut then, because our product is already cheaper for us. No one else needs to know that of course!"

Lana really livened up, constantly looking up at him with an excitement in her eyes as she wrote down some calculations, people she'd have to contact. "I'll need to have Reggie introduce me to his boss before this all happens. Promise them a solution to their problem with all the sweet toppings of more product and money. This could get messy but I think I have a good idea how to work all of it. I just need you to stand there and look threatening while I remind Fisher about that video, so he doesn't try anything stupid."

Lana leaned back on the couch once she was done with her excited monologue, flushed and glowing with energy.

"So how was your day?!" there was a huge grin as she chugged her beer down.
 
All Gavin could really do was listen to her as she unloaded all of that information and her plan. Chris was a dirtier, older, pervert than him so it was clear that it would be easy to break down. As he remembered there were some pretty bad videos of him and Lana. When she was younger and it was more illegal.

There were a few times he had opened his mouth to talk, but Lana didn't give him the opportunity until she asked about his day. Which sucked. But seeing how excited she was made it just a bit better, and gave him a good idea.

Instead of answering her question, he stood up and looked down at her. With a grin on his face he pulled his shorts down to expose his cock to her. His grasped it and squeezed it gently to start to get it hard. At about half mast he sat back down and gave it a few more strokes as he made eye contact with her. Another grin formed on his face, and he patted his thighs.

"I don't think you'll let me talk until I get a cock in you. You do this every day when you get home. It's always fifty fucking words a minute, or my cock is down your throat and I get a minute of peace and quiet." he said to her. This was a familiar song and dance with them by now. Though today he did have the news about his decision to quit his job soon. But this this Fisher business had her mind spinning its gears.
 
Lana was as much thrilled about the hunt as she was the end goal of starting her empire. To prey on those who had preyed on her at her father's will, to make the men suffer that hadn't deserved her body... At some point in her life, much later she'd wonder why she didn't feel like Gavin was doing the same thing. Maybe it was because in this one instance she had found someone who could relate to that feeling of being used; his own brother had left him to rot in prison, the same brother who had left his daughter this warped and twisted and grinning up at her uncle as he stood up with a similar grin.

No, Lana understood that for the first time in her life, the only one who stood to gain from this was her- maybe him as well, but that wasn't her concern. At the end of the day, yes he left her sore and full of cum... but it was clear she was nothing more than a toy to him to enjoy. He was her ticket to something greater; at some point he'd retreat with his money and leave her to her criminal ways and she could go on with her life. In the mean time, she got to enjoy some of the best dick she had experienced. The profit and credit wouldn't go to her dad for the acts she was performing. There was no blackmail; she didn't need to blackmail Gavin. He made it clear if he was done with her, she'd know it.

While it was true that every afternoon was like this with her plans unfolding, on this night she was particularly excited for the next stage; she hadn't anticipated anything like this happening so soon. It meant a higher chance of money coming in quicker. As he got himself to half mast, Lana was sitting on the could slowly pulling her dress off and her mind running a million miles per minute. It wasn't even on the sex, not really; she was wet as hell and ready to roll, but her head was in the Game.

"Tell me about your day then, while I complete my schemes," even with that sly smirk on her face as she crawled over to him and slid that half hard cock into her mouth, letting her mind run while she worked him to stiffness.
 
Gavin let out a content sigh as he felt her lips wrap around his length and the warmth of her mouth that followed. He reached his hands down to move some hair from her face and pull it all to behind her head. For good measure he held the clump of her hair in fist. With his cock in her mouth he would be able to actually get a word in now.

“I wanna quit my job. I hate it. I got Louie’s money, about 8k left, and you’re starting pull your weight as well.” he started and then gripped her hair a bit tighter. “Perhaps I can get a better paying job elsewhere or maybe start a business. As a front for some shit. What do you think?” he asked, and let go of her hair so she could answer him. His cock was fully hard now after the work she put in.

One condition of his parole was that he needed a job, but nothing said he couldn’t work for himself. Or in this case Lana. Anything beat that fucking distro center. The shitty hours and physical demand was getting too much for his age. But he needed it to pay bills and keep his PO happy.

“Got any ideas how to get my PO off my back?”he asked her.
 
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