Title: Tits, Tugs & Tongues: Maggie Gyllenhaal
Celebs: Maggie Gyllenhaal
Codes: FM, mas, oral, exh, con
Disclaimer: This is fiction, it did NOT happen. Fantasy is legal.
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Note: This is a spin-off of my Porno Chic series. Picture this in the style of one of those porno compilations.
We fade in on a POV shot of a washing machine, which then swings to the left, where we see Maggie enter the laundry room, carrying a full basket. “Oh, hey, Ms. Gyllenhaal.”
“Hey, Dean. Wasn’t expecting anybody to be down here this late.”
“Yeah, I’m a little overdue, if you know what I mean.”
“Oh, believe me, you’re not the only one.” As she says this, she loads the machine in front of her. Suddenly, she whips her shirt off, and throws it in.
“Uh, what are you doing?”
“Like I said,” Maggie continues, taking her bra off, then tossing that in, “you’re not the only one overdue.” She next pulls her jeans down, panties with them, tosses them in, and closes the door. As Maggie pours in the detergent, then feeds the machine quarters from a bag in her basket, Dean looks at his machine, taking quick glances at her. “Dean, if you wanna look, then look. I think it’s obvious I don’t mind.”
“Um, of course…” Dean says, as he now looks her up and down.
Maggie sits down, and turns to him, as her machine starts running. “You know,” she says, gesturing at his boxers, which we see are the only thing he’s wearing, “I could pop those in with mine.”
“Oh, uh, no, I’m good.”
“Oh, c’mon, nobody else is here.” Dean looks down, as Maggie grabs the sides of his shorts.
“Hey!” She pulls down, revealing his large, semi-hard cock.
“Oh, wow!” Maggie chuckles, grinning, when she sees it, then looks up at him, wicked grin on her face. “Why would you be shy about this?” She then pulls his shorts off all the way, and throws them in her machine. “Tell you what…” she then whispers, kneeling in front of him, “Just between us two…” She then wraps her hand around his dick, and starts to slowly stroke it. “How long has it been since you had a really amazing blowjob?”
“Um…not for a long time.”
“Well, then…” Maggie leans down, and wraps her lips around Dean’s now rigid cock.
“Ah…” Dean whispers, “Ms. Gyllenhaal…”
“Call me Maggie…” she says, stopping for a moment, “And whisper it. I love hearing a man whisper my name while I’m sucking him off.”
She continues, and Dean whispers, “Fuck, Maggie…that feels so good…Ohhh…your tongue…” As she sucks him, her hand continues to stroke his shaft. “Oh, God, Maggie…I wanna feel your tits on my cock…”
“Oh, do you?” she smirks, then wraps her tits around Dean’s cock, and rubs his swollen head on them. “You know, Dean…” she then whispers in a low, seductive tone, “I’ve fantasized about you so many times…”
“Yup…” She then moans, as her tits caress Dean’s throbbing cock, her brown nipples achingly hard. “Oh, Dean, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted you…”
“I’ve thought about you, too.”
“Oh, Dean, really? I wish I’d known that earlier…” Maggie then leans down, and flicks her tongue on the tip of Dean’s cock, as she still holds it between her tits.
As Maggie continues to jerk Dean off with her tits, he starts to thrust into them. “Oh, fuck! Hunh!” At this point, Maggie starts vigorously rubbing his head with her hand.
“Yeah…Give me that cum…” As Dean starts groaning, Maggie holds her mouth open over his dick, which soon begins spurting into it. Once he stops, Maggie spits his load out onto Dean’s cock, then sucks it off.
“Oh, fuck…” he groans.
Just then, his machine stops. “You’re done.”
“Just the washing. I still need to dry.”
“Well, tell you what, when both our loads are done, how about we go back to my place, and spend what darkness is left doing all the other things we’ve been fantasizing about.”
“What, everything?” Dean chuckles.
“Oh, don’t worry, Dean, there’s not a thing you have in mind that’ll shock me.”
“Well, I sure hope not.” He now laughs, while Maggie again grins wickedly, as the scene fades out.