jukeboxemcsa: “Um…listen,” she said, unconsciously biting her lower lip, “w

jukeboxemcsa: “Um…listen,” she said, unconsciously biting her lower lip, “we’ve been friends a long time, right? I mean, I can talk to you about stuff that might seem kind of…weird, and you’re not going to freak out about it?” Her eyes were practically pleading you to say yes. “Well, I…sure,” you say. You give a little shrug and turn down the study mixtape you brought over. (Down but not off, obviously.) “What is it you want to talk about?” You lean back on the bed, the picture of amiable confusion. “Well, lately, I’ve…” She blushes. It’s probably taken her all night to work up the nerve to talk about this. It’s probably the only thing she’s been thinking about. “I’ve had this weird kind of–well, maybe it’s weird. I dunno if it is or not. But–” She looks down at the bedspread, unable to meet your gaze. “I’ve been wanting to show you my ass,” she says, rattling the words out before she can stop herself. “Like, present it to you, you know? Bend over, naked, and spread my butt cheeks to give you a really good view of my ass and pussy from behind. That’s not…weird, is it?” This is the moment you’ve been waiting for. You give her an affectionate smile, the kind you reserve for a friend who’s worried over nothing, and say, “No, I don’t think that’s weird at all.” You expect for a moment that you’ll have to justify it further, perhaps tell her that lots of friends are comfortable seeing each other’s bodies, but apparently permission was all she needed. She flings off her clothes with hurried, urgent abandon and crouches on the bed. Naked. Open. Aroused. “Mmmmm,” she sighs, her hands holding herself wide. “That feels so good. Why does that feel so good?” She rolls her hips as she speaks, as if already grinding on an imaginary cock. She sounds confused. The muzzy, dazed tone in her voice turns you on even more than her pussy and ass do. “Because you want to be mine,” you whisper huskily, reaching for the headphones. “This is the position a good slave should assume, and you want to be a good little slavegirl for me.” You put the headphones on her, and plug them in so the study mix goes straight into her ears in stereo. She doesn’t notice. She’s too busy coping with the wave of arousal your words created. “S-slavegirl…” she moans, as you reach out and begin to play with her exposed body. “W-want to be your slavegirl…” She quivers under your touch. You almost don’t know where to start touching her–you’ve been working toward this moment for so long that you’re not really sure what to do next. Everything, you decide. You turn the music up, letting the subliminal messages blast into her mind. You’re going to do everything you’ve ever wanted. With a slow, sensuous caress of that perfect ass, you begin. (Like these captions? Want to see more? Visit www.patreon.com/Jukebox to find out how!) -- source link

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