- For some reason..
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jessi_erin- June 17th, 22:48
it's four in the morning and I've been a naughty little girl. I know it and want nothing more than to be told to strip down to my shorts that barely even cover anything and leave only just enough to the imagination. I'll have to go to the corner, facing the wall, staring straight ahead, with my hands down at my sides, perfect posture, and kneeling with my legs spread wide. I know you're standing behind me, just waiting for me to start squirming, before you start to inspect your toy to see that I'm still in working order, your hands roaming wherever they please. I know I have to be silent, but I can't help it and let out a small moan as you pinch and twist my nipples; your fingers tangle in my hair and pull in a warning. Your hand moves down to the waistband of the shorts while your other hand moves between my legs and feels the wet spot that's been forming there and you comment on how much of a dirty slut I am to be so turned on by this. The shorts are yanked down aorund my knees and I'm pushed forward onto my elbows so that my ass is sticking out and completely exposed for you. You stand there, waiting, until I'm least expecting it to just thrust into my tight unprepared hole and fuck me rough and hard until I'm raw. When you're done, I have to kneel straight again and the shorts are pulled back up to trap the blood mixing with your cum dripping out. All this so I know my place, that I'm a dirty little slut that's good for nothing but a quick fuck, that I'm nothing more than a toy that doesn't deserve to be taken care of properly after use, to know that I've been used.
