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Amy's Favourite Ride
“Hey, come on, let's go back to my room,” Amy says, once we're alone, “I want to experience your fine ass, you little slut.” When she motions, I nod, following her quietly, waiting as she calls to her mom that we're going to hang out in her room.
“Okay,” she says, once the door is shut and locked, turning to me, “I bought some lubricant extra-special for this day, so, I'm actually totally ready for this. It's jasmine-white oleander cooling lubricant, so it should be right up your alley, slut.”
“It being right up my alley seems to be the plan, at least, yea,” I answer, and Amy stares at me for a moment, then giggles.
“That's not what I meant, dumbass!” she retorts, “Jeez, I'm trying to be sensitive and considerate over here, you whore!” At that, I roll my shoulders and turn my hands up, giggling a little bit, myself. She's always been fun to joke around with.
It is wonderful to know that that, at least, isn't changing. I pull my shirt off, folding it neatly, and set it on her computer chair, followed by my shorts. If we're going to have sex, that means she's going to want me to be nude, for her comfort.
Amy watches me undress with a smile, waiting until I am bare nude. Then she turns her attention around the room and hums, thoughtfully, before looking back at me. “You know what. I think you should decide where and how I'll fuck you.”
“Generous!” I answer, “So what are my options, as far as you see it?” Amy hums thoughtfully, looking around the room. I've always been able to see the gears working, and while I could theoretically ask for anything, I still value Amy's ideas.
“Okay, the way I see it,” she answers, after a long moment's silent consideration, “you can lay on my bed, either on your back or on your stomach. I can straddle your hips, or get between your legs, so that I can fuck you doggy or missionary.”
“Or,” she motions to her desk, “I can bend you over my desk, pull your hair, and ram you up against the desk-side! Or ... also a possibility ... I can grab you by the hair, slam you against my wall, pin you against it, and wreck you standing up.”
How do I want Amy to wreck my ass?
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