Australopith: Created page with ":Back ---- Category:Follow your own plot Category:Stories "We'll just fool around," you grin. "You're hot and loud and it's—doing things to me." "Damn right, I'm hot," she says, matter-of-factly. "And I'm loud because I got something to say. Now let's go home so I can show y'all what I can do." "Yes ma'am," you grin from ear to ear, watching her beautiful figure as she walks. "I think I want to hear everything you've got to..."

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Created page with ":Back ---- Category:Follow your own plot Category:Stories "We'll just fool around," you grin. "You're hot and loud and it's—doing things to me." "Damn right, I'm hot," she says, matter-of-factly. "And I'm loud because I got something to say. Now let's go home so I can show y'all what I can do." "Yes ma'am," you grin from ear to ear, watching her beautiful figure as she walks. "I think I want to hear everything you've got to..."

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"We'll just fool around," you grin. "You're hot and loud and it's—doing things to me."

"Damn right, I'm hot," she says, matter-of-factly. "And I'm loud because I got something to say. Now let's go home so I can show y'all what I can do."

"Yes ma'am," you grin from ear to ear, watching her beautiful figure as she walks. "I think I want to hear everything you've got to say."

Back home it feels like she never stops talking, and her charming, bossy voice has you entranced. "So, first things first," she begins, as soon as you close the door. "I like all kinds of sex," she says, matter-of-factly. "But I need to know what you like, so I can be sure to give it to you."

"Oh, um," you stammer, feeling your face flush red. "I like... I mean, I guess I like everything?"

"That's not what I asked," she says, fixing you with a stern look. "I asked what you like. Not what you think you should like, or what you think I want to hear. Now tell me the truth."

"I like... I like it when you're in charge," you admit. "I mean, I said that back at the showroom. I liked that thing about taking me down and mixing it up."

She steps closer to you, her hands coming to rest on your shoulders. "Anything else?" she whispers, her breath hot on your face.

"I, um," you stammer, feeling like your knees might give out. "I like it when you, um, when you put your hands on me. I've been hot for you since the moment you began pushing me around."

"I'm going to make you come," she whispers, one hand moving to your croch and stroking. "I'm going to make you come hard."

She steps back from you, her hand slipping out of your pants and unbuttoning your shirt. "Strip," she commands, her voice low and husky.

You hastily obey, your hands shaking as you pull your shirt over your head and toe off your shoes.

"Now," she says, her eyes gleaming with lust. "I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to fuck you hard."

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