You open the door to your bedroom, and immediately I gasp. “Oh my god, that bed!” Ignoring you, I flop onto the bed, arms and legs out, like a starfish. Then I roll around from one side to the other. “Yessss, so comfy!” While rolling, my dress rides up around my hips, and you can see my white lace panties underneath.
Placing your hand on my ass, you ask, “Want to help me break it in?”. As I turn to face you, you capture my lips in a kiss heavy with desire. You sit down on the bed, back against the headboard and guide me into your lap as best as you can without breaking the kiss. Your hand traces behind my ear, then rests at the back of my neck. You grab a fistful of curls and pull. My head tilts up and I moan, exposing the length of my neck. You use this opportunity to put your other hand around my throat, putting pressure on the sides. It’s tight enough to make me lightheaded and pant, but not tight enough to impede my ability to breathe.