Cum_Inside
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Anna nibbled her lip nervously as she debated. She’d never been into doing anything like that, but she was well aware her sex life with Tommy would be so far from vanilla, and that this was likely the tip of the iceberg with him. She wanted to learn, and she wanted to please him. She wanted to show him that she was more than just boring ‘ol Anna.
She wanted to be his good girl.
Slowly, Anna nodded. Her towel was bunched up in front of her chest since there was no longer a reason to obscure her nudity from her new lover, and Anna unfurled it to tuck it around herself securely to meet the delivery person.
The boy (for he couldn’t have been any younger than 18 or 19) took her in with wide eyes. Anna realized she must have been quite a sight: messy wet hair, shiny lips covered still in spit and remnants of cum, only wrapped in a towel that barely covered her modesty. Soon enough it wouldn’t matter; she had to prove that she could listen to strict commands.
She smiled sweetly at the scrawny guy on the other side of the door holding their food. She reached out for the box, “pretending” to theatrically, accidentally get her thumb hooked in the hem of the towel. She watched with fake shocked eyes, gasping quietly as the fabric fluttered to the floor. Instead of reaching right down for it, Anna let him examine her nakedness for a few seconds. When she was done entertaining him, she grasped the food and reached for the door. She paused, rotating her eyes to peek once more at him.
She winked.
“Enjoy your tip, darling. Thanks for dinner!” She blew him a kiss and with that, the door shut in the slack jawed delivery boy’s face.
She wanted to be his good girl.
Slowly, Anna nodded. Her towel was bunched up in front of her chest since there was no longer a reason to obscure her nudity from her new lover, and Anna unfurled it to tuck it around herself securely to meet the delivery person.
The boy (for he couldn’t have been any younger than 18 or 19) took her in with wide eyes. Anna realized she must have been quite a sight: messy wet hair, shiny lips covered still in spit and remnants of cum, only wrapped in a towel that barely covered her modesty. Soon enough it wouldn’t matter; she had to prove that she could listen to strict commands.
She smiled sweetly at the scrawny guy on the other side of the door holding their food. She reached out for the box, “pretending” to theatrically, accidentally get her thumb hooked in the hem of the towel. She watched with fake shocked eyes, gasping quietly as the fabric fluttered to the floor. Instead of reaching right down for it, Anna let him examine her nakedness for a few seconds. When she was done entertaining him, she grasped the food and reached for the door. She paused, rotating her eyes to peek once more at him.
She winked.
“Enjoy your tip, darling. Thanks for dinner!” She blew him a kiss and with that, the door shut in the slack jawed delivery boy’s face.