Stephen’s running late for work. Will Miranda stop playing with his mind long enough for him to leave the house?
Stephen’s running late for work. Will Miranda stop playing with his mind long enough for him to leave the house?
“Don’t you dare!”
It was too late, though; Miranda was already running out the bedroom with a giggle, and Stephen could only enjoy the sight of her shapely back as she bounced away from him. He was tangled in the sheets—and still erect from their teasing play—and …
Found frozen in the act of forgetting
Posed and pretty
Plastic and perfect
This could be you
And it will be.
Your pose for the day, doll.
Arms locked in place.
Frozen on your knees.
Eyes staring upward.
Tits exposed and ready.
Mouth open and eager.
Even the sound of your earrings, jingling as he uses you,
is louder than your thoughts.