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You thought you were sly, didn’t you, John? Sneaking into my room, your hands trembling as you poked through my laundry, seeking out the silkiest panties. But I knew. I always know when someone is craving a taste of my pussy.
Now that I caught you. In fact red handed with my worn panties in one hand. And your dick in your other hand. Just pumping furiously as you inhaled the scent that clung to the fabric. Obviously, you were so lost in your filthy desires that you didn’t hear me enter.
But when you finally looked up, the shock in your eyes was quickly replaced by a plea for mercy. Hmm… or perhaps it was a silent confession of your deepest, darkest needs.
“Look at you,” I purred, my voice dripping with both contempt and excitement. “Caught red-handed, jacking off to the thought of me. You’re pathetic, but I’ll give you this—you have taste.”
You tried to speak, to stammer out an apology, but I silenced you with a wave of my hand. “No words, John. Your actions have spoken volumes. Now, it’s time for you to listen, and listen well.”
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As I approached, my heels clicking on the hardwood floor. Like a predator closing in on its prey. “You’ve been a bad boy, haven’t you? Jerking off to thoughts of my pussy, and my ass. But you’ve only had a taste, a mere whiff. It’s time you experienced the real thing.”
Then I pushed you onto the bed, “You’re going to make it up to me, John. You’re going to use that tongue of yours and show me just how sorry you are.”
All you could do is nod. And so eager to please, to atone for your sins. So I straddled your face, my skirt hitched up, revealing my glistening pussy. “Lick,” I commanded, and you obeyed, your tongue darting out, tentative at first, then more fervent as you tasted my arousal.
“That’s it, lick my pussy, and my ass. Taste the real thing, not just the ghost of me on my panties.” I could feel your dick twitching beneath me, desperate for attention. Of course it would have to wait. “You don’t get to come yet, not until I say so.” I reached back, gripping your shaft firmly, squeezing just enough to make you whimper. “This belongs to me now, and I decide when you get to release.”
