Angeleyz
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That's my sweet ”good girl” pet
Angela had the briefest of moments to bask in the glow that wrapped itself around her at hearing Mrs Merchant's words and seeing the pleased smile that curved her generous lips upward. A moment to think about how much she wanted to keep hearing those special words, needed to do what whatever she needed to do to hear those words.
A moment before Mr Merchant stopped pinching her overly stimulated nipples and placed his hands on her hips and tugged backwards. A moment of uncomfortable realization that he wasn't just going to slide along her bottom on the way to the front. A moment where she felt the nudge of hard flesh against her bottom.
The only thing that kept her from shooting forward off the bed was the grip that he had on her hips, and still Angela struggled to pull away as the pressure started to get uncomfortable. This was wrong, wrong, wrong. She shouldn't be doing this. She knew it was wrong. What was she thinking?!?
"Nonono..." she murmured as Mr Merchant pressed forward, or pulled her backwards she wasn't sure.
Her face contorted in a grimace as the pinching pressure continued, and her body grew more and more tense. Until suddenly there was almost a ripping sensation, which caused tore a scream from her lips.
"Nonono, please... It hurts, it hurts," she cried, trying to wiggle free. She didn't like this. Didn't understand how this could make her a good girl. Sinful, this was sinful!
It wasn't until Mrs Merchant reached forward and began lightly teasing her nipples under her flattened palms that Angela quieted down, distracted just enough for her body to relax against the foreign pressure.
Angela had the briefest of moments to bask in the glow that wrapped itself around her at hearing Mrs Merchant's words and seeing the pleased smile that curved her generous lips upward. A moment to think about how much she wanted to keep hearing those special words, needed to do what whatever she needed to do to hear those words.
A moment before Mr Merchant stopped pinching her overly stimulated nipples and placed his hands on her hips and tugged backwards. A moment of uncomfortable realization that he wasn't just going to slide along her bottom on the way to the front. A moment where she felt the nudge of hard flesh against her bottom.
The only thing that kept her from shooting forward off the bed was the grip that he had on her hips, and still Angela struggled to pull away as the pressure started to get uncomfortable. This was wrong, wrong, wrong. She shouldn't be doing this. She knew it was wrong. What was she thinking?!?
"Nonono..." she murmured as Mr Merchant pressed forward, or pulled her backwards she wasn't sure.
Her face contorted in a grimace as the pinching pressure continued, and her body grew more and more tense. Until suddenly there was almost a ripping sensation, which caused tore a scream from her lips.
"Nonono, please... It hurts, it hurts," she cried, trying to wiggle free. She didn't like this. Didn't understand how this could make her a good girl. Sinful, this was sinful!
It wasn't until Mrs Merchant reached forward and began lightly teasing her nipples under her flattened palms that Angela quieted down, distracted just enough for her body to relax against the foreign pressure.