He stalked up beyond her like a preying lion. One that is scoping out his next meal. Adjusting his blue and white tie.
Presenting that milky white ass. The beauty on display like the needy good girl you were. Hands on the head board, arched back. Head looking straight forward.
He ran his hand over his salt-and-pepper beard. Contemplating his next move. Normally a mild mannered man. Just running his office building efficiently. An ass like this, though. It tended to bring out an animalistic side.
The thing about life is that all of the fun to be had is swimming in the grey area of things. Because as much of a good little girl as she was when it came to be a submissive. She had the insatiable cravings of a dirty, filthy slut. Craven and needing to constantly be filled, urges all the time to be touched. A needy clit.
A few wrinkles formed around his eyes, the smirk on his face. He was good at what he did.
His hobby should have been his profession. She wore just enough to cover her throbbing lips and asshole. You had to look hard to see those panties her ass cheeks had eaten up. Just like he expected.
She was an obedient one in that way. But he’d been brought here to put a fury on her ass that turned it scarlet. Mr. Stern was a tamer. Before he began his contemplating had ended. He came to the conclusion after walking around that he quite liked what he saw. So before he disciplined her as he was brought to do. He’d partake. Neither of them would mind. His finger tracing her right cheek. Roaming it. The other gliding under the string called her thong. He grabbed a handful of her left cheek and rubbed his now growing girth along her right cheek.
That’s when she heard the unzipping sound. Pulling the panty string to the side. His head gliding along her wanton lips. Pre-cum dripping.
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