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Orange County. Where some producers thought to waste everybody’s time shooting a pointless yet “iconic” tv show. At least, that’s what Dave always thought.Who is Dave?One of the most powerful lawyers in the State, known in courtrooms as “The Shark”. Forty-eight-years-old, a Machiavellian mind in a built, beefy body; unlimited hunger for unlimited power.Loved and hated, envied, and admired. Women crave him as the smart, powerful, dangerous, and sexy as fuck man that he is; men crave his power and confidence and want to be like him.Everyone knows Dave Rohrwacher and he knows everyone back. You might say he’s a philanthropist, but the genuine smile behind his bearded face hides a sick obsession for control. There are no friends when you’re on top, only enemies who still look for a chance to fuck you up.He knows how to keep people close and to keep himself close to their secrets. Once he gets to their weakness, he can maneuver anyone. Think he’s the Devil? Oh, there’s so much more you need to know…It was such a pleasant Saturday.For rich men and women in the county city, Saturday meant time to indulge in their favorite and most practiced hobby: infidelity.Dave was no exception. His wife was in Temecula on business so, right after a killer workout, he got back home, ready for some extra cardio with a special guest…“Mr. Rohrwacher, are you sure we can stay here?” Dave cut any doubts with a kiss.“No more words. I want to make you mine.”Lust took over the place: clothes fell off quickly, their naked bodies were devouring each other in passionate and neverending make outs on the floor, behind the couch.Dave reached the precious hole with his mouth and tonguefucked it ruthlessly. “Oh my God, Mr. Rohrwacher!”His cock was hard but still required a voracious blowjob, as he took out a condom; several nasty facefuckings later, it was time for some roleplay… “Where does this little slut want my big cock?”“In my ass.”Dave had a very horny smile on his face. “Beg me.”“Please, I want it in my ass…”The nasty lawyer was having his twisted fun: “Try again, you’re not deserving any of it at all.”“Please Mr. Rohrwacher, I want your big cock in my ass!”Dave teased his guest, with a spit in the mouth and a sloppy kiss: “Turn around: I’ll give you what you want.”A few seconds later, he got inside that hole, for what looked like an animalistic breeding…He’d never been worried about being exposed by a rival escort izmit and eventually humiliated. Everyone cheats in Orange County, especially in Santa Ana. Everyone cheats and everyone knows. Why marry someone loyal, when you can get married to someone powerful? Why be in love, when you can be in charge?Dave’s manhood was unstoppable and insatiable: that hole was all he needed to find satisfaction. He laid his guest on their back, teasing their neck and ears with his wet tongue. Mind and body were busy plowing hard and conquering: so busy, he only heard his wife behind the door when it was too late.They got frozen in the action: ‘Fuck, the bitch came back way earlier. Maybe her slutty acting or her dirty money sealed the agreement quicker than expected,’ he thought.“I… I’m afraid, Mr. Rohrwacher. She’s gonna kill me!”That wasn’t part of his plan at all, but he still had a lot of tricks up his sleeve.He pulled his penis out of the asshole, but his body was still pressing against his bitch on the floor. “I got this. Don’t move and don’t make any sound,” whispered Dave keeping the body warm and ready with his lips and tongue.He heard Charisma’s key in the lock and the door opening. She immediately noticed the clothes all around and two pairs of feet, which couldn’t be hidden by the couch.“Honey, I’m home,” she said, sarcastically; he stood up, smiling: “Let me explain, honey, it’s not what it looks like… Okay, it’s exactly what it looks like,” he replied as he removed the condom from his still-erect penis. “Well…Oops! I got busted!”Charisma smiled back in a mix of fun and disgust, “This house has so many rooms and you fuck your sluts on the floor!? What a lack of class.”“How cute,” he chuckled, “You still care where I have sex?”“I care for my reputation, darling,” Charisma took off her jacket, revealing a white couturier outfit; such a sophisticated look for a not-so-sophisticated woman.“I don’t want people out there to say Charisma’s husband doesn’t treat his sluts right. Oh, and speaking of sluts…” she added, raising her voice and turning her face toward the couch, “Honey, I’m pretty sure you’ll never be able to afford marble floors like this in your poor apartment, but please… get your skinny ass, your fake boobs, your extra cheap clothes and leave.”Dave crossed his muscled arms, smirking. He knew his wife was in for the surprise of a lifetime and he reveled izmit escort in the reveal.No answer from behind the couch, only a few sobbing sounds.“Honey, come on,” Charisma kept talking, rolling her eyes, “I’m not gonna yell at you, not gonna hurt you or my husband. We’re not going to divorce, we’re still too useful to each other. Cheating is part of the agreement. I’m not angry and your secret will die in this house, but I want you out. Now.”This time, the slut got up: Dave gave a twisted smile at his wife, as she felt the floor disappear under her feet.“You…”She turned to her husband: “Are you kidding me?”She… was a HE! All Dave could do was laugh and make fun of his astonished wife.“Hey, don’t look at me! Five minutes ago there was a pussy over there! Don’t know what happened!” he said, faking a surprised expression.Dave’s wife was furious, “You’d better give me an explanation,” she shouted, “and it better be a good one!”The hunky lawyer kept smiling: his wife looked hot when she was angry…“Hey buddy,” he said, knowing it would rub Charisma the wrong way even more, “Why don’t you introduce yourself to my splendid, pissed-off wife?”His bottom, beefy cub was embarrassed as he struggled to get his undies on, “I’m Calvin.”Dave echoed him: “He’s Calvin.”Charisma looked at her husband as though she was still searching for answers: “Calvin… and?”“And… He’s hot.”Charisma took a deep breath: she was really about to freak out. “Dave, you fucked-up and perverted bastard! We made a promise to each other…”“Oh, there she goes…” Dave looked up at the roof.“We promised we would only cheat on each other when it was required for work. I lost count of how many nights I’ve waited for you to come home when you had your… extra work appointments. I lost count of how many times I was afraid you would leave me. I lost count of how many…”“Blah, blah, blah,” Dave interrupted her, “the drama queen role isn’t for you, honey. It’s a miscast. All I hear is I, I, I… but you weren’t afraid of losing ME, you were afraid of losing your weapon for corrupting the entire fucking county of Orange. You’re just selfish.”“Selfish? Me?” Charisma was out of her mind: “You fucked Cindy Margolis the night before our wedding!”“Yeah, because you paid for her!”“Well, sorry if your wife had enough money to give you a night of sex with a playmate…” Charisma threw her purse on the couch.“I just izmit kendi evi olan escort want to know why? Why him? You could have any woman, any girl, and wife, and daughter! You could also have…” Charisma sensually moved her hands on her body, “All… Of… This…”Calvin stared at them. This was the strangest and most insane dispute he’d ever seen. Dave smirked, “First of all, I don’t think you’ve spent enough time looking at THIS,” he said, flexing his huge biceps before showcasing his manly pectorals.“Also, take a look at Calvin: his beefy and hairy body, beefy yet muscled enough to not look like a fattie. I wanted to take a break from women, so I found this manly slut.”“Hey!” Calvin protested unconvincingly.“And last, but not least,” Dave went on, “take a really good look at yourself, will you? We don’t have the same definition of… muscle definition.”Enough was enough.Charisma lost her patience: “You, son of a…” screamed, as she tried to slap him. Dave blocked her hand and twisted her wrist behind her back. Caught by surprise, Charisma grew even more frustrated. “You’re not acting like a very good hostess,” said Dave, “I’m sure my guest isn’t feeling very welcome right now and that’s all your fault.” Charisma tried to break his hold, but he gave her no chance to get free. This time, Dave whispered in her ear: “Honey, this was a very pleasant afternoon, before you came home.”He got closer, as the woman could feel his buff, naked body pressing on her back, “My cock was rock hard, then your shit made it depressed.”The nasty man freed her hand, so she could move it the way he wanted, “Come on, jerk my cock off. Jerk it slowly.”Charisma followed the order, reluctantly: Dave’s cock hardened a little as she took it in her hand.She kept moving slow, he liked that, a lot.“That’s it. Yes. That’s what a good wife does. Keep going…”Like he was forgetting there was a third person in the room, he kissed his wife on the neck. She hadn’t felt goosebumps like those for the longest time, anger was wrestling with desire in her mind.“I hate you, Dave Rohrwacher,” she snarled, “you don’t know how much I fucking hate you.”He spun her around so he could face her, “I hate you, too. That’s why we got married.”Dave and Charisma looked into each other’s eyes. And they made out, like crazy. Her hands were roaming on his torso and Dave grabbed her ass firmly.“Take off your clothes,” he whispered, horny. Charisma obeyed, consumed by lust: first, her jacket flew off, then the buttons of the white blouse opened the curtains, exposing her breasts in her bra; shoes came right after, followed by her pants. That bitch certainly knew how to get him horny, with nothing but her lingerie on.