Diane and Emily were an average couple. One of them seemingly wearing the pants. You could guess who that was as Diane pushed Emily’s face into the pillow as she thrust into her tight, shapely rear.
Emily had always been somewhat submissive to Diane, but not entirely by choice. She had wanted a turn at being on top, but Diane never let that happen. She was too proud. She had too big of an ego. When Emily would try, Diane would always make it into a competition – of which she came out on top. The most Diane had ever done for Emily was give her a hand or blow job here and there. No face-fucking, no playing the submissive role. When she did pleasure Emily in that way, she made sure she knew that she was still in control.
But that was their relationship. Diane wore the pants, and Emily took hers off. They’d been together for nearly a year with this going on. And Emily more or less let it happen. She had brought it up with Diane several times, and she’d always come up with the same response.
“If you can beat me, you can fuck me.”