I love my cotton candy pink hair that drapes down my shoulders and over my voluptuous and beautiful body. When my pink strands glide over my plump chest, I run my fingers over my covered nipples to tease myself and spark my own desire. A desire that is addicted to the way you tend to all of my delicate, tasty features. My hourglass figure displays my sexual agenda when it carries my favorite red lace panties that plunge themselves into the darkened crevasse that reveals itself to you and my sweet cheeks tease you. You see hints of my sweet spot through my nearly transparent panties when I glide my legs open while you watch and I dive my fingers down to touch the smooth fabric; feeling the subtle curves beneath the thin layer barrier. I bite my lip as I’m resisting the urge to sharply pull your hand in to feel for yourself. I want you to explore my body. I feel the magnetic tension between us and only gravity’s strength is keeping me from crawling on top of you and thrusting my hips over yours at this very moment. Forwards, and backwards; feeling you get harder and harder with every movement I’m dominating over you. To lock you down, I grab your wrists, one at a time, and force your arms over your head.
Although I get things started, I want you to dominate me. From the tips of my cute toes to the soft skin on my neck. You have my permission to push me up against the wall so my chest squishes into the flat surface and my face is pressed against it.
Whatever I’m wearing, I beg you to slip your hand down my panties and shove your finger right into me without a warning. When you hear my gasp; tease me and quickly twist deeper. If you like what you feel, please, could you slip in another? Maybe even another one, too?
I promise I’ll gasp even louder.
Maybe I’ll scream a little under my breath. But promise me you’ll force your other hand around the front of me while I’m still pinned between your strong body and the wall. Please use your forceful grasp to squeeze my breast and run your fingers over my hardening nipples. It’s my favorite part. Please, would you do that for me?
Another favorite part of mine is when you pull your fingers out from inside me because you want to turn me around and watch me as you drive your fingers deeper. This time with more force. You want to watch my eyes grow wider with panic and see my body begin to squirm as you flinch your fingers; beginning slowly and shifting rapidly to make my sweet nectar roll down over your hand. Can you smile with satisfaction while you do this? Please?
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