Babygirl, what are you doing?
Oh, nothing, Sir. Just straightening up a bit.
Sir watched babygirl walk across the room completely nude except for a pair of black four inch heels. His eyes moved up her sleek, long legs to the curve of her delicious ass. Her hips swayed seductively as she moved over to the bookcase.
She reached over her head to unnecessarily shift one thick volume of poetry. Babygirl looked over her shoulder and smiled at Sir. Like an animal hunting his prey, his eyes watched her every move.
What are you looking at, my little slut? That bottom shelf needs some attention, too.
With her feet spread apart, she bent straight down from the waist, giving Sir a clear view of her ass and pussy. He could see the dewy wetness covering her silky skin. He thought he caught a whiff of her body's special scent. His cock hardened almost painfully.
While she moved the books on the bottom shelf, her ass wiggled from side to side. Straightening slightly, babygirl snuck a peek at Sir. His eyes were dark and feral. She smiled to herself, loving the affect she was having on him, moving her ass side to side.
The tone in his voice brooked no argument. Babygirl became still as a statue. She knew she had pushed him too far. He was silent as he appraised her tight ass and wet cunt.
Suddenly, he stood up, walked across the room, stopping directly behind her. Making short work of releasing his cock from his pants, Sir grabbed babygirl by the hips, his finger digging in cruelly to her soft flesh.
You asked for it, you greedy little slut.
In one swift move, he rammed his cock into her wet folds. Sir was going to give babygirl exactly what she asked for...and more.