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Don’t Make Me Take Your Ass First
Is this truly a threat if I want it?
I rush home to make it in time for my ritual before seeing him. My thighs rub together like I can make a fire from my desire. The inherent wetness has permeated my thoughts for hours. I know I need to get naked, shave, and he has one special request for me this time.
“How do you want me?” I ask him.
“Naked. With that little fox tail you got in your ass.”
His tone has a deviousness to it. I figure he’s going to try to take my ass today. I’ve been fantasizing about it. How to present it like a package he gets to unwrap. The image plays out in my mind of my ass bouncing, jiggling, while he thrusts into it. I wiggle and lick my lips.
“Alright. I’d be handcuffed, kneeling, ready to take you in my mouth. But, I want to hug you first.”
“Don’t be handcuffed then, that’s for later or whatever else I have planned for you. But, have that tail in your ass.”
“And if I don’t have it?” I inquire.
We’re talking out the details before he sees me the next day. I’m in my bed, naked. The valleys of my curves splayed out like a dinner to be feasted on. I think about how he hooks me perfectly under him. His body juts to the side. While he hovers his face over my pussy…
