Brunette pro performer Evelyn Claire begs reporter Codey Steele for his big cock

Well, I don't want to jinx anything, but the way the polls are looking looks like next week's election is gonna be a landslide. Yeah, Johnson better pack his bags. That office is gonna be mine. Okay, yeah. Alright, well, I'll see you right early for a briefing. Okay, see you then. Bye. You like your apple pie? The bullshit. The vote's alright. You now officially have secured the vote of Senator Mills. We should win you the election. And yes, my secret apple pie recipe blew everyone away. Are you all set for tomorrow? Have you confirmed your 9 o'clock briefing? Look, I need to tell you something. But before I do, just know that I love you and that it was a mistake and that it'll never happen again. I'll do everything I can to fix it. What are you talking about? There was a night. I was campaigning in Pennsylvania. And I swear it was a one-time deal and it will never happen again. Was it Marjorie? Yes. But I love you and I love your family and I never meant to betray you. I have no feelings for her. She meant nothing to me. Does anyone know about this? Yes. Who? I'm taking care of it. You don't need to worry. All I need to know is do I have your love and forgiveness? Tell me. Who knows about this? I can explain. Listen, we don't have love. We haven't had love for years. When I married a politician, I didn't expect you to tell the truth. But I didn't think you'd be stupid enough to get caught. I am not letting your foolishness fuck up the election and my reputation. I have worked way too hard in this town to defend your infidelity to the press. Now go take a shower and get yourself cleaned up. You have a long day tomorrow. I'll handle this. So is that why you went to journalism school? To be a tabloid writer? Do you really consider that to be respectable? Respectable? It's one week before the election. Respectable is me educating the voters on who exactly they're voting for. Right. What a good Samaritan you are. So tell me, has he secured your spot in the press room on election night? Has he given you any exclusives at all? Has he even paid you anything up front at all? Didn't think so. My job is to iron Mark Sanderson's pants and put roasts in the oven. Sweetie, you are wrong. I have all the connections in this town to get you real respect. Oh. Yes. And I can get you a position on Mark's campaign trail as early as tomorrow. I can give you all first dibs on our PR. But you have to stop that story from running. Look, I never agreed with any of your husband's policies, even before this. I volunteered to help with Johnson's campaign because I believed in him. It was my way of helping him win. A volunteer. How pathetic? Even more pathetic than I thought. You foolish little thing. Don't let these politicians fool you into thinking that they give a shit about you. Now you got your dirty piece of evidence. Congrats. But you could do more with it than just put it out for some shit fee. What are you suggesting? Use it as leverage. Leverage for what? I have more to offer you. Alone in the press room, you now have the full authority to choose which reporters come in and out. That does sound tempting. But before we go any further, you have to delete that story. It's done. But I'm keeping a photo backup. Just in case, you know. It's leverage. Oh. You are learning so quickly.