“I think I can make this work, can we try again?”

“I think I can make this work, can we try again?” you ask hopefully.

Alison is accommodating, but her words drip sarcasm. “Go right ahead. That’s why you’re here. To work your magic.”

She returns to her position bent over the couch and raises her leg up.

You pull her dress up over her ass, your hands lingering on her hips. You press your stiffening cock against her buttocks, and you don’t care if she feels it this time. “Ready?” you ask.

“Just do it,” she replies impatiently.

She asked for it. You reach forward quickly, sliding one hand into the top of Alison’s dress and clutching her naked breast tightly. Then you reach back with the other hand, grab her panties, and tear the flimsy material right off her bottom with one powerful tug. She shrieks in surprise as her shredded panties sail out the window and into a rose bush.

“Oh my god John, you’re so fucking forceful!” she gasps. It’s encouraging that she doesn’t immediately try to escape from her compromising position.

You stare down at the sexy movie star, your heart racing. Her bare ass is magnificent, her pussy exposed and ****.