Always the good girl – polished, polite, prudish, even.
You found me and smudged my pristine world.
How did you see what I didn’t?
As you held me down and spanked me, my cries turned into begs. I soaked your lap.
You didn’t gently slip into my softness; you burrowed your cock in my ass.
You painted my pretty pink lips white and gave me the pearl necklace I really desired.
And I liked it all. No, I loved it!
Then you left … leaving me burning to be naughty again. You unleashed something I can’t hide. What now?
