“I wonder what colour I should use down below” he whispered. With a strong elbow, I released from his lap and went for the door. He had loosened his grip on me, getting way too cocky having my nipples at the tip of his fingers. I quickly unbolted and dashed out of the room without looking back. That pervert! He would have done a whole lot more if I had not budged! But I wonder…What colour would he have used? Well, I have a wild shower ahead to figure it out.
3.
She sat modestly on the sofa. Her legs were crossed to ensure a pervert such as myself couldn’t take a peek at what she was wearing inside that micro skirt of hers. But she forgot that I wasn’t just any old pervert. I was her boyfriend pervert. Boyfriend and pervert are both a dangerous combination which is amplified if the girl is a hot chick, with tan thighs that cried out to be let loose from the clutches of the micro-skirt. I walked up to her, a few simulations running on my head on ways to seduce her. I went with the one that sprang to my head. I kneeled in front of her and took her feet.
“Those are some gorgeous heels…” I began.
“And since when have you started taking interest on my heels?” she asked sarcastically.
“Anything that graces…” I said, removing her heel. “…my princess’ feet is a topic of interest for me”
I sucked on her big toe as my palms massaged her feet. She relaxed on the sofa and just like I wanted, her legs spread ever so slightly and I caught a glimpse of her black lingerie underneath her bold red skirt.
“Why do I even love you?” she gasped.
“Because” I said and spread her legs wide like a frog. The skirt sprang up to her waist and exposed the exquisite lingerie in all its glory. “I am the only one who can still make you feel like a princess even when I humiliate you”
With that words, I went about my business, kissing, biting, and licking at her sexy thighs, as she sat there, moaning, screaming, and twitching, like a princess.
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