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What Happens When You Fail The Clit Test

8 October 2022 /

Victoria had fucked the managing director of her company now six times over about four months. Each time, she had passed the clit test, but it was inevitable she would fail, and she did on the seventh occasion. She was a little distraught, but he told her it would be OK, and that there is a special kind of retest that she could take if she wanted to. She did want to, even when he told her that once the wand had connected with her clit, there was no way for her to stop the test no matter what. That was her choice: a clit assault that she couldn’t stop or leave now and for good.

The problem for her was that over the last few months, this had gone from fucking her way to the top to a primal need for well-functioning cock. She really didn’t want this to end, so she chose the retest, which pleased him.

He said this would push her clit way more than had been done before, and he had a special treat for her nipples and tongue too. She couldn’t wait and was a little scared at the same time.

He led her over to the bed and got her to lay in the middle, her ass up on a pillow. From under the bed, he produced the ends of a set of under-bed restraints and proceeded to attach them to her wrists and ankles, loosely at first, and then expertly tightening them bit by bit so that soon, she was held tightly in place. He asked her to pull against the restraints, and further tightened them as a result of what he saw, repeating this a few times until he was happy she could not move.

Next her produced 4 chopsticks, and he carefully wrapped rubber bands around one end of each pair. Her eyes widened as she knew what these were for. He rolled and twisted her nipples to get them harder, and then he put one pair of chopsticks around her right nipple (one chopstick above and one below) and he wrapped the rubber band round the middle of the chopstick, before bringing her other nipple in between the chopsticks and wrapping another rubber band round the other end of the chopsticks. It was painful and got more so as he tightened the rubber bands on each end.

He looked at her and said it was to distract her from the pain her clit was about to feel, and he got the other chopsticks and asked her to stick out her tongue. He did the same to her tongue, meaning it was held out of her mouth and therefore it was impossible for her to speak.

He told her that she would need to be quiet, and the chopsticks round her tongue would remind her of that.

Next, he took the panties out of her clutch bag. He always insisted she had a pair with her, but also insisted she never wore them. He opened out the panties and found the only bit of fabric (a small triangle at the front) and rubbed the inside that over and inside her sopping cunt. Her cunt was slick with juices and had some cum in it, so the fabric was a sticky mess in no time at all. He carefully folded them so that the sticky part was outside and he pushed it to her nose, holding it in place with a larger rubber band. The strong smell of her cunt, her juices and his cum was pretty overwhelming, and that was in itself a distraction.

Then he got the wand with the clit cup attachment and sat next to her. He told her that this was her last chance to back out. Once that clit cup touches her clit, there was no way she could stop it. The pain in her nipples and tongue was to distract from the pain in her clit, and with her head being lower than her ass, she was likely to get a bit light-headed too. He knew how much she was short of the target, so he will hold the cup to her clit for that shortfall, plus the whole original target again. Every time she made a noise, he would add a minute, although each time she orgasmed, he’d take a minute off.

He reminded her that only a few minutes ago, her clit was under assault as part of the original clit test, so this was pushing her clit much further than it had ever been before. He then asked her if she agreed to the new assault on her clit, and it not stopping no matter what. Yes. Yes, she did. She needed to do whatever it took to get his cock again. She nodded approval.

He got her clit between his thumb and forefinger, and he roughly twisted it a few times. She had a very hard time not crying out there. To not cry out would need focus like she’d never had before, and what with the overwhelming sex smell, the likely light-headedness, her tongue and nipples trapped by the chopsticks and her clit being worked by the ferocious wand, she had a lot to contend with.

And after he finished twisting, he applied the cup to her clit and turned on the wand, slowly at first and then building to maximum power over the course of a minute.

And there it stayed, on full power, ravaging her poor clit like never before. She focussed on keeping quiet, pulling on her restraints occasionally in an involuntary way, but never being able to move a lot.

She was totally lost in the sensations, and she had no idea of time. Quite frankly, he could have had her there for hours and she would have had no idea, she was that overwhelmed with sensations and pain. But as her orgasms started to grow, her pain seemed to subside a little. At one point, he tightened the rubber bands on the chopsticks, thereby increasing the pressure and pain from them. She pulled against the restraints again as she came, the unfulfilling nature of an orgasm without something in her cunt only added to the frustration.

She lost all track of time, of orgasms, of pain, and was settled in for the long haul. But suddenly, the cup vanished from her clit. He undid the rubber bands and freed her tongue and nipples and he released the restraints, freeing her limbs. She assumed he deliberately left her panties there, so she did so too.

He stroked her hair and said she did amazingly well and passed the test, so he’d give her an hour, then she’d get a bonus fuck before she left. But she’d still need to pass the clit test next time as well.

She didn’t care. Her body performed, and she got a massive kick out of it. She wasn’t scared of failing now (although she did fail to realise that the retest got longer the more you failed the first tests).

Her body recovered lot in that hour, and her fuck this time wasn’t an unconnected from behind fuck, but a “Cuddle Huddle”, still firm powerful strokes, but in a position that is mostly cuddling, and this fuck included something she had never done with him – kissing him. She was happy. She was getting something she didn’t expect, and she wanted to work out why it was so good.

Not Wanting To Miss Out (Part Two)

7 September 2022 /

Val was sitting on my now husband’s university room sink, desperate to piss and yet unable to do so because of how long she’d been holding it. In an attempt to help, he was rubbing at her clit, continually circling and brushing over it. He was hoping a distraction would allow her to start to piss, but to this point, it wasn’t working.

Over the course of a few minutes though, he saw a definite change in her body language; her body was moving like the last time she was nearing orgasm. He didn’t even know it was possible to orgasm whilst having a full bladder, but it turns out it is, and she got there comparatively quickly. She later said the full bladder seemed to magnify the rise and the orgasm, not deaden them. Her breathing got very shallow and her back started arching as she started to cry out. He did small burst of small motions on her clit to try to extend the orgasm, which from the way she was shaking seemed pretty strong.

Her cries calmed down, and she slumped back against the mirror. Just at that moment, there was a glint of piss emanating from her pisshole. My husband brought his hand back down and used a finger on each one to spread her pissflaps wide, just as the glint turned into a drop, which turned into a small stream, steady and relentless. The look of relief on her face was divine, but he didn’t see that – he was focussing on the jet of piss coming out of her body in all its exquisite glory.

The jet seemed to go on for ages, but eventually started to subside, leaving her still slumped, exhausted, in a post-orgasm glow with a pissy cunt. Fuck, she was happy.

She needed cock. His cock. But she was so exhausted, she needed time to recover. In a position she may have felt rather vulnerable, she instead felt open to whatever he wanted to do. And right now, that meant he started, gently at first, sucking and licking at her nipples and squeezing and fondling her tits. Actually, it was really relaxing having him working her tits whilst she was slumped there, pissy cunt exposed. He carried on diligently working for over half an hour, all the time making her want that fuck all the more and making her cunt feel empty.

Eventually, she got some energy back, and got up out of that slump. She told him to get on the bed, as she needed her pissy cunt dealing with, and she sat with her legs either side of his head, this time facing down his body, his nose buried in her ass crack. He was great at licking, and soon, she felt like she was building to another orgasm, but she wanted his cock, so she slightly leant forward and started rubbing on his cock through his trousers. It went from fairly hard to very hard in no time, and so she undid his trousers and pulled his cock out. She bent forward, giving him an amazing view of her cunt and ass as she straddled him, taking his cock into her mouth. She felt his fingers playing with her clit again and working into her cunt a little. But this cock was hard, so she moved away from his fingers, turned round to face him, sat up a little and lined his cock up with her cunt.

Looking down at him looking up at her tits, she lowered herself onto his cock, sliding his cock fully into her cunt, and she began an up and down motion that made his hard cock slide right in and fully out of her cunt. He reached up and grabbed her tits, forcing them to twist with each one of her strokes.

Her smile was slowly replaced by gritted teeth, as her determination to make him cum took over. She adjusted her position until his cock was clearly doing something to her clit. Her language got very explicit, and she switched between telling him about his hard cock and her greedy cunt, and trying to convince herself to keep moving once she had cum. She was shrieking again as she came, and did her best to carry on in rhythm, him squeezing her tits and twisting them only acting as encouragement to keep going.

She was exhausted but putting all her efforts into squeezing his cock with her cunt muscles. Each time she did, he grew a little bit, so she kept doing it. By this point, he was enormous and rubbing on her clit with each one of her strokes. Her tits were starting to get uncomfortable where they were being twisted, but she felt like a proper slut and loved every second of it.

She could see him looking down his body at her cunt, and she put her hands down and spread her cunt lips to improve his view. Seemingly, that did it, because she felt the tell-tale throbbing that meant he was depositing a load of cum in her cunt. What a feeling. What a fuck.

As he was cumming, Val worked her clit and very soon had another orgasm, which she lengthened using her finger work. Once they had both finished cumming, she lay forward and snuggled down to him on the narrow bed.

That was the last either of them remembered, until the sun was shining round the curtains the following morning.

They lay there cuddling each other not saying much. His hand strayed down to her cunt and started playing again, and she just opened her legs a little to improve his access. He was encircling her clit with his fingers, as well as dipping his fingers into her cunt, and she could feel him oh so slowly building her to orgasm. She settled in for a very long drawn out gentle building orgasm. She loved having his fingers working her body. She loved his touch, and most of all, she loved the slutty things she had done with him.

He made her feel more alive, more womanly, more sexy and more sexual than any man she’d ever been with, and she felt like putty in his hands. And she liked it. This was the sort of no holds barred fun that she came to university to have.

And both Val and Debbie did have loads of no holds barred fun with him over the two years they were all together. The desperation was repeated lots of times, including the classic wetting of jeans, which Debbie had to buy a pair just to piss in. But these two women had found their sexual freedom, and in my now husband, they had found someone non-judgemental, who was up for anything and who spent more time trying to make them cum than himself.

And as well as having lots of sex and having his first taste of watersports, he also got a load of confidence. It wasn’t just Anya that he could bring to orgasm, it was Debbie and Val too, and them coming back to him again and again, despite being in an environment where there was lots of cock on offer, only boosted his self-esteem and made him a better lover for it.

Not Wanting To Miss Out (Part One)

14 August 2022 /

A few days later, that friendly group were back in that bar and Val was looking gorgeous. But in the last few minutes, she was quieter than she had been earlier and seemed to be a tad restless and fidgety. My husband’s filthy mind wondered if she was doing a Debbie and had her bladder nearly full. After all, she kept looking across at him, with what he thought was a dash of pleading in her eyes. His and Debbie’s pissing exploits days before had woken him up to the possibilities and he wanted to make the most of them.

He left Val to fidget for a few more minutes, then decided to act on his hunch. As he finished his drink, he said to her “So do you want my help with that problem you’ve got or not?” She looked briefly confused (as she should, as she had no idea what he was talking about), but he thinks Val and Debbie both guessed what he meant, as Debbie had a wry smile and Val said she did still want help and that they ought to get on with it.

As they were walking down the corridor, she asked what the problem she needed help with was, and he replied, “Your bladder”. She nodded. He was right. As they walked down the corridor, she felt his hand resting on her ass. He had never done that to her in public and she liked it.

When they got to his room, he locked the door, then stepped up to her and put his hands round her waist, looking longingly at her. She leant in and put her head on his shoulder, as she clutched him closer, and he wrapped her up in his arms. She lifted her head off his shoulder, and they leant in towards each other for a really gentle kiss, which developed into a long slow tonguey kiss.

He felt her large fleshy tits pushing against him, and he really wanted to free them and bask in their naked glory. As he slightly pulled away, they ended up holding hands and looking at each other. Then she went “Erm, bladder?!”

He had no idea why he said what he said next, but it seemed to work for him. Because what he said was “Not yet. I’ll tell you when.” She answered with a simple “Yes, sir” as she looked a little distraught.

He was gambling now. He really didn’t want to clean a puddle of piss out of his carpet, yet he was so incredibly turned on by her predicament. She was starting to squeeze her thighs together now, so he felt it was the right time to remove her trousers and panties. She stepped out of them, and started grabbing at her crotch, trying to relieve her discomfort. He took her hands off her crotch, and then gently pressed on her bladder. It was very hard, and him pushing at it wasn’t helping her.

She straightened up a little, still desperate for some relief from the discomfort, and he fiddled with her bra fastener through her blouse, eventually unhooking it. She removed her bra without taking her blouse off (down the sleeve), and then he cuddled her again, feeling much more of her fleshy tits as their bodies press together. His hands were wandering across her ass as they were cuddling, which she liked, but she was distracted. She had her eyes closed and she was constantly twisting to try to relieve the pressure. Nothing was working.

He whispered “Just a little longer baby” in her ear. Not really what she wanted to hear, and hearing that made her think about begging. She knew him though, and thought that would only prolong her agony, so her only option was to stay silent and squirm for him. (She could have pissed there and then, but that didn’t occur to her).

She could feel from when their bodies were pressed together that his cock was pretty hard. She wanted that inside her. And she had to admit that all this desperation stuff was a massive turn on for her too. All very strange and she had no idea why. But in amongst all the discomfort of the desperation, she decided that it was a good idea, and that even if he wanted to do desperation every time they fucked from now on, she still thought it was a good idea.

She started snogging him again, trying to take her mind off her bladder. He was a great kisser, but the distraction only worked so much. She seriously had no idea how she hadn’t already pissed herself.

He let go of her and saw the pleading look in her eyes. His eyes looked at the clock, and as he stepped back to take in the full glory of her movements, he told her “Just another five minutes, then we’ll get you on to the sink”.

Seriously, how the fuck did he expect her to last five minutes? He was sat on the bed watching her dance the thigh squeezing dance, and her eyes were looking at the clock. Another fifteen seconds. This five minutes was taking soooo long.

She thought she had it under control, until two minutes to go, he went to the sink and turned the tap on, to a noisy trickle. She would have been swearing at him, but she was too focussed on not pissing herself. She wondered if that was his plan, but she was determined to hold on for that last one minute and 45 seconds. The pain, the pressure, was all too much. She had to hold on.

He turned up the flow from the tap with about a minute to go, adding to her predicament.

And then all of a sudden, he turned off the tap and held out his hands to her to guide her towards the sink. Far from being upset with him for lengthening her torment, she was instead relieved comfort was in sight. He helped her up, and this time, she stabilised herself. Her blouse was covering his view of her cunt flaps, so he undid the buttons and opened it wide, so that her marvellous fleshy tits were on display and her cunt was exposed. He squatted in front of the sink, so her pisshole was right at eye height, and he reached forward, and he held open her pissflaps. Then he told her what she so desperately wanted to hear – that she could piss now.

But she had been holding on for so long that the torrent didn’t start. She just sat there, and he looked up at her. She protested that she was trying, but her body just wasn’t doing it, despite the pain. How could her body do this to her?

After at least a minute, he asked her whether she wanted him to try to help, and she was desperate enough to say yes. He freed up one hand (by using the other one to hold both flaps away from her pisshole from underneath), then he used the free hand to start rubbing against her clit. She closed her eyes, not knowing how this was meant to help, but at this point, she’d give anything a try.

When Discomfort Is Sexy

29 July 2022 /

Through his first two years at university, my now husband carried on sexually servicing both Debbie and Val, his cock and his tongue both getting regular action from both of them. He was connected to their cunts at least three times a week each during term time, and occasionally out of term as well. He knew both women fucked other men too, and he was fine with that. He didn’t need any more than these two lovely females gave him.

Some of his fondest memories came when they’d been fucking for about five months. There was this one day when Debbie came to his room and she seemed a little different. He thought he saw a twinkle in her eye right from when she arrived. She had been chatting openly and freely on all sorts of non-sexy topics for a good hour, when he noticed she was squirming in her seat.

He seemed to remember confessing to her in a drunken haze one night that he found this sort of desperation sexy, but it had been a throwaway comment and one he never expected anything to come from.

But over a couple of minutes, her discomfort was clearly growing and he noticed that her nipples had hardened and were now poking through her blouse. She couldn’t fail to have noticed his growing cock.

Eventually, during a bout of extreme squirming, she finally admitted that she needed a piss, and she nipped across the hall, but both the toilet and shower were engaged, resulting in her returning to his room. At this point, he knew it was deliberate, for whilst she was outside his room, she could have gone to the toilets in the bar, which was a minute away, or even in her own room, which was a minute further on. Furthermore, from where she was sitting, she could hear the bolts on the toilet and shower, so she would have known they would be engaged.

But as she came back into his room, she locked his door and began trying to ease her discomfort by squeezing her thighs together and hopping about. Her discomfort was such a turn on, and he thinks she knew the effect she was having. She was soon doubled over, her hands pushing against her clothed cunt and her legs squeezing tightly together (in what he’d come to know as a popular desperation manoeuvre). In no time at all, she was pleading with him for help, and he wasn’t about to suggest she leave to use one of the toilets back near the bar; this was too damned sexy and he was intrigued where it would go. As to where she would go, he made the obvious suggestion: that she should piss in the sink in his room. All the students pissed in their sinks, especially at night; he was sure Debbie would have done so before, and indeed she had, but never with an audience.

The next thing he knew, he was helping her to get her trousers and panties down, and onto the sink for what he describes as one of the seven wonders of the modern world, watching a woman piss. Aware that this might be a one time deal, he decided to not do anything to protect her modesty, and indeed to watch in close up detail. So, whilst he steadied her, she held open her pissflaps, and gave him a clear view of the piss emanating from her urethra. Her bladder must have been really full, as her strong stream started almost instantly that she spread her pissflaps and went on for about two minutes, before starting to taper off.

As her flow dried up, she asked him for some toilet paper, but he had none, so with a naughty glint in her eye, she told him he’d have to lick her dry – it was the least he could do. All too quickly, he was lying on the bed with her kneeling with her legs either side of his head and her slightly pissy cunt pressed into his mouth. At first, he placed his hands on her ass, but after some serious licking, he locked his hands over her upper legs and held her in position, as his licking turned from piss removal to general cunt exploration and bringing her towards orgasm.

As his tongue explored her folds, her body started moving in time with his tongue, and her moans started getting louder. He felt her thighs press against his head and her body tensed and her cunt started to get more lubricated and stickier, something his tongue was doing its best to devour. When he had cleared up most of her juices, he stopped and looked at her. She put her hands to the back of his head and gently pushed his face into her cunt, a clear instruction to carry on licking. This time, he was much more meticulous in his endeavours, making sure that he reached every millimetre of her cunt that he could. Her body motion was like she was riding his tongue, his head was gripped in place. She was in charge now, and she was using his tongue exactly as she needed.

And exactly as she needed was a long, slow, deep tonguing. He was worried his tongue would tire as her riding his face was going on for ages, and yet her wetness was steadily increasing, and her breath was getting quicker and quicker, and when she began to cry out, he switched his tongue to focus solely on her clit, and in no time, she was cumming again. He kept her cumming for a good half a minute, before she gently pushed on his forehead and told him to just clean her up, which he was happy to do.

She got off his face, bent over and gently kissed his lips, said thank you, and went and sat back on the chair she started in, and immediately began talking about an assignment, as if nothing had happened.

After she left, his mind went into overdrive, thinking over the events. She didn’t ask him to look away, in fact she made sure he was close and had a perfect view. She even knew he didn’t have toilet paper, as she asked him for some the day before. The more he thought about it, the more he was convinced it wasn’t accidental, and that made him happy.

The whole group met at the bar that evening, and nothing was said about the incident between him and Debbie, until he was standing at the bar later in the evening, and Val came over to him to add her drink order, and with a twinkle in her eye, she said how she’d heard how good he was at helping a desperate damsel in distress, and how that’s something it is really good for a girl to know. She then swung round and sashaying off back to her chair.

He smiled to himself. Clearly Debbie and Val had talked about it, and he surmised that Debbie enjoyed herself and Val was enjoying teasing him, but he did wonder if she was intrigued by what she had heard, and therefore whether there was a chance he could see her piss too. He really wanted that. That day was a good day, not only did he confirm how sexy a woman needing a piss was, how turned on he got by female desperation, but he also found out how much he loved watching a woman piss in close up, a love he has never lost to this day.

My Kinky Lass Gets Her Bright Red Ass

14 July 2022 /

So, there I was, bent over his lap, bearing my near white ass to the world in close proximity to his right hand. I could hardly believe it – I was craving being spanked, and I planned for that first proper spanking to be right now. With the framed Dish Duty in view, I was eagerly awaiting feeling his hand making contact with my ass.

But instead, I heard his soothing voice, telling me to stay as quiet as possible when being spanked; no words and ideally no groans or yelps either – just focus on the sounds of implement and ass, and the sensations within my ass. That would be hard – I’m pretty vocal usually, but I didn’t want to disappoint him.

After his words concluded, the wait seemed like hours. I’m sure it wasn’t long at all, and then it happened. A high velocity strike with his hand on my right buttock. It felt nice. A sharp sting followed by a warm sensation. I muffled a yelp. A second and third strike followed, before he switched to my left buttock for its three. He followed with another four to each side, each with similar power.

These were no play spanks; these were proper full-strength strokes with his hand. After seven on each cheek, he rubbed my ass with his right hand and stroked my hair with his left, as he asked me how I was feeling. Very happy. Slightly delirious. Ready for more. He obliged with a further three high powered strokes to each cheek, focussing on what was his favourite spanking location of up and under the lower part of the ass, the sweet spot he called it.

Then he picked up the paddle and rubbed the paddle backwards and forwards across my stinging cheeks. This seemed to distribute the warmth across my cheeks and was quite soothing. Whilst he did this, he told me I was doing well with my noise, but that it would be harder with the paddle and therefore I really needed to focus on my noise and on the paddle.

I felt the rubbing of the paddle stop and the paddle leave my cheeks and then make contact with my cheeks very quickly. It was the soft side, but it was a hard stroke and it did sting and I did make a muffled yelp.

Of course, the paddle strikes both cheeks at the same time, so there is an intensity shift from his hand. Intensity is also higher because the area hitting each cheek is smaller, but more even than his hand.

He used the soft side twice more across both cheeks, and he checked me again, before applying three more slightly lower down my ass. Then he paddled me twice with the hard side of the paddle up and under to the sweet spot before finishing off with two more with the soft side on the same spot.

My eyes filled with tears as the two hard strokes happened. They hurt, and it was a real fight not to scream out. There is something different about the sweet spot, and the strokes there were amazing. I could totally see why he focusses on it. Those two hard strokes were almost overwhelming.

With those hard strokes, I knew I could recreate Dish Duty, with some practice. I have a fairly high tolerance to pain, but the sharp stings of each stroke still gained my attention, and the throb of my ass was pleasurable, if not slightly serene.

He felt that was enough for my first time, and he suggested I admire my ass. As I did so, he took a photo if it (something I always did when I spanked his ass). I was very satisfied, but my ass was disappointingly only a little pink.

It was whilst I was standing there that I realised just how far from Dish Duty I really was. My poor ass would need to take quite a spanking and paddling before I got anywhere near to the picture. But I was determined to recreate it and fill that picture frame, so at that moment, I decided the fate of my poor defenceless ass.

Before I could get up, I felt his left hand on my lower back gently pinning me down and his right hand drifted down from my ass to my cunt, which was very slick with sticky juices. My cunt gave away just how much I enjoyed that. He started working my cunt with his fingers, running a fingernail across my clit, and I was bucking and braying in seconds. He did that twice more, including the last time holding me right on the edge of orgasm for a good couple of minutes. That last orgasm was huge, and I was exhausted at the end of it. As I sucked my juices off his fingers, I smiled at the thought of many spankings still to come, both him and me.

Over the next few months, I was spanked regularly, increasing both the number of strokes and the type. I soon learned that the quickest way to redden my ass was to use the hard side of the paddle, so I asked my husband to focus on that. A few warm up swats with his hands and the soft side, then focus on the hard side. As he got more practiced, he was able to improve his aim. Whilst for redness, strokes all over the ass are required, but his focus on my sweet spot is what really made me cum. He became quite adept at hitting my sweet spot over and over again, with alarming accuracy.

Of course, the joy of spanking is that I get to spank him too. He prefers to have a lot of softer strokes rather than fewer harder ones, yet on a practical level, I’m not really able to do that many strokes before my arm hurts. So, with a degree of inevitability, he had to progress onto harder strokes too. I almost exclusively focus on his sweet spot now, as he is less interested in the all over spankings and redness of his entire ass like I am.

Something else I have perfected is working on his cock with my left hand whilst spanking his ass with my right. He has very little control when I do this, and he seems to cum multiple times when I work on him in this way. I have also found that if we are fucking, and he starts to go soft, a few swift clips with the paddle (often whilst his cock is still in me) restores structural integrity for his cock and gets him going again. I call the paddle “my remote control”.

Spanking is a whole new world of kink, and one I’m massively enjoying. My ass has never been red enough to recreate the picture, and once my thighs have reduced in size a little, I will get there, I will recreate Dish Duty (only without the panties, as they really aren’t me) and he will have the picture on his office wall next to the original and my statement. This kinky lass does indeed crave a bright red ass and gets one quite often!

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