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I want to take a shy butch home and fulfill her fantasy of being used by a bossy femme. It would start while we were making out, and as I sink my teeth into her lower lip I’d feel her start to grind against my thigh. I’d gently place my hand around her throat, just to hear her moan, and purr into her ear - this pathetic and desperate already, baby? I’d slide her hands under my shirt. You can start by playing with my tits, and if you’re good, maybe I’ll let you fuck me.
I’d lose myself in pleasure as she fondled me, rolling my nipples under her thumbs, licking my neck and whimpering, her hips bucking against my thigh. Be a good slut and use your mouth. She’d leave deep red marks all over my chest, pausing to flick her tongue over my hard nipples. Once I was satisfied with her work, I’d take her by the jaw and make her look me in the eyes, panting, desperate. Tell me what you need. She’d whine and blush, looking down shyly. I’d tighten my grip on her jaw. Do you think I don’t already know how filthy you are, how badly you want me to use you for my own pleasure? How badly you want to serve me, be my handsome toy? Just say it. A slight moan would escape her as she looked back into my eyes. I need your pussy.
I’d order her to strip me, slowly, down to my lingerie, peppering my skin with kisses as she did. I’d spread my legs, pulling my panties to the side. Clean up your mess. I’d cling to her hair as she obeyed, licking in long strokes, moaning as she tasted how much she’d turned me on. I’d grind my clit against her tongue, my head thrown back, my words becoming scrambled as I neared the edge, telling her what a good slut she is for me, how dirty she is for wanting me to use her mouth like this, how I couldn’t wait to take her strap - until I have my first orgasm of the night under her tongue, heat rushing up my body, flushing my chest and my cheeks.
She’d wait until my tremors calmed, and then she’d ask me softly, please, can I give you another?