Dirty Seduction
Beside me on the coffee table, ready to go, were the toys from his wardrobe, along with the rope twine, and the set of marker pens.
I tried to look as slutty as possible as he stared at me, praying with everything I had that I wouldn’t be shot down in flames.
“We shouldn’t…” he tried, but I didn’t want to listen to him. I shook my head, and summoned every scrap of my confidence, and I spread my pussy lips for him, showing him how wet I was.
“I want to be the girl in the photos,” I said. “I want to be her. I want you to show me everything. Every single thing that turns you on, and then we’ll see, won’t we? We’ll see how much I like it.”