You're beautiful. You're kind. You're fit. You're fab. And you firmly believe that your ass is exit only.

But I've placed an ad to finger your pussy. To feel up your tits. And you're down. So fucking down.

You're bold and brave. Proud of yourself for exploring your sexuality. Proud that you're not fucking randos.

I mean getting finger fucked to orgasm at a strangers house is a fine line. But it's still a good fucking side to be on.

And you contact me. All horny. You get all hot and bothered and send me a post pic that you delete right away. Welllllllll not right away, but fast enough to seem like you've made a mistake.

And you love the way I talk to you. You love how alive you feel. And so you knock at my door. Wearing the outfit that we've talked about. The sundress. The matching thong.

I look you slowly up and down. And yup. You're just as you described yourself.

And just as we've talked about, you need me to take charge, because your momma didn't raise no slut.

I bend you over my couch. Pull up your sundress. Pull aside your thong. And slap that ass. Mhmm. That's it. That's what your looking for, though you're kinda uneasy about your asshole being exposed. That's not a touchable area.

And that's when things go completely sideways.

I grab your thighs holding then against my chest, and plunge my tongue into your asshole.

You screech. And thrash and yet and get away. But I'm holding you too tight. I'm holding you too right.

But then I've had enough of your squirming. And I start spanking you in earnest. Until you scream for me to stop. Scream for me to do whatever I want.

But I don't do what I want. As your red ass throbs, I do exactly as we discussed online before- except instead of doing it to your pussy. It's your asshole. Your beautiful asshole.

So all you horny bitches of salt lake, send me what you'd like done to your *pussy. And uh. Yeah. If it's pretty enough, let's make it happen :)