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Whenever Charlize Theron had a hit film, commercially or award wise, she would pick a place and time, and fuck your brains out. And what was the wildest thing of all was it was purely out of spite. It started after the bomb that was Aeon Flux, which she blamed whole heartily on your father, even though the man got her Oscar win by making her take the lead role in Monster. She split with the agency and went on to have a great career regardless of the failure and would meet with your father for lunch or dinner, and catch up.
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When he died she sought you out to carry in the tradition. The first few times were cordial enough with that always lingering hint of bitterness from her but when the Mad Mad Fury Road praise and numbers came in, it turned into a whole different type of meet and greet. The sex was incredible, always was, but there was something off putting and dark about her approach to it. She never visited when her films flounder or don't do well, like Longshot, but after the delayed released and insane box office numbers for Fast 9 following its release, she has called and set up an appointment at your office, a prime spot for her and apparently a lot of other women. So as she bounced her hips up and down, taking seven and a half throbbingly hard inches deep into her mature cunt, her eyes never wavered from yours and she had the most cocky smart ass grin as she knew how close you were and how not close she was.
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This part of it wasn't about her pleasure, this was merely a power struggle of orgasm, one she usually always won. The friction and the tightness along with her wetness even without cumming was outmatched and your sweating brow as you did what you could not to cum only made her dirty talk and goading that much more effective as your hands gripped her ass and held the cheeks firmly as she started grinding her cunt, stirring your dick against her constricting inner walls as she worked herself faster and faster, calling you all sorts of names and insults and it didn't take much longer for you to moan out and bury your face between her sweaty and small little perky south African tits, groaning out in defeat as you started to cum, plastering her inner walls with all of your seed as she just laughs and moans with her little victory cackle as you filled her up with all of your cum, not even bothering to raise your head as there was always a bit of shame in this for you.
