She looked at me for a minute.“Do you really call me Miss September because you think I look like that Playboy Bunny?”“Yes,” I answered immedi...tely. The truth was easy to come up with. “But I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.” She didn’t say anything. “If I did.” I kept trying to salvage as much as I could.“Does that mean you think I’m sexy?” she asked.“Yes,” I said. Keep it simple. That’s my motto. Unless I’m engaged in serious bullshitting. All these repeated questions about whether they. As the kiss continued it became more passionate and soon her dress was pushed up her back and she was straddling his lap.She could feel the bulge in his jeans pressing against her panty covered mound. She ground it against him and she could feel her moisture building. He placed his hands under her butt and lifted her. Still kissing, he carried her across the living room, into her bedroom.In the bedroom, he laid her on the bed and climbed above her. Their lips never parted as he rolled them to. But before I stopped, she started gently kissing and licking my neck. We then started to tongue kiss, and eventually, I took her shirt off and was kissing and sucking on her breasts, then I started kissing her stomach. I then turned her on her stomach and was licking up and down her back. Her ass was looking so nice since she was wearing these stretch pants that zipped from the back that made her ass stick up. I zipped down her pants, and she was wearing this red see-through thong that made my. His lash paints the picture of his desire. With each strike my body turns to liquid fury. My need only stilled by the needs of my master. He increases his intensity; I can feel the reins of his control slipping. Like a moth to the flame, I bathe in his warmth. Even in the darkness, he calls to me, never allowing me to hide from him. He owns me; I am his above all else. He gives a rapid cadence of strikes to each breast, my cries tearing from my throat. My heart beats fiercely, my need almost.