Trash With Class
Sometimes I get these urges to be very, very bad. When I get those feelings, I need a worthy accomplice. I wonder if that is you? I wonder if you can keep up with me when I am feeling extremely deviant?
I arrive at your house to an open door and sounds of screaming. I fix myself an Absinthe and follow the sounds to your playroom.
You’re riding hard a sweet young thing. I will admit, your hot ass looks amazing and fuckable. I watch for awhile and when I can no longer wait, I strip.
I grab the young thing by her long ponytail and grind my pussy into her face. She is quite adorable with all her screams.
I get my strappy and bring it to your face to suck. I warn you that the only lube you will get is your spit. I am behind you now and begin to fuck you without mercy. That just makes you fuck her harder.
You ask me to do that thing to her. The thing you will never actually say out loud. My pale, small hands are now around her neck. You love how my long finger nails are piercing her skin with little droplets of blood forming. I can tell you’re about to cum inside the little bitch. I know it is time. My pale hands squeeze tighter around her neck. Her eyes role back in her head.
She is gone.