Carrie has to take the t-shirt off

“It’s tails,” says Carrie. “Now I’ll have to find something else to wear.” She pretend punches you on the chest.

“So I’ve seen the t-shirts, but when do I see everything else you bought?” you ask.

“Not all at once,” replies Carrie. “That would be too much and the anticipation is part of the experience. So perhaps just as we use them?”

You’re not sure you want Carrie to have this much control over how things work and you push back.

“That sounds like you’re making a decision, that’s not how it’s meant to be,” you say.

“I think I preferred you on Tuesday night when Maud had you all needy. You would have agreed to anything then. That might just be my favourite version of you.”

You can tell she’s joking, but there’s an undercurrent of seriousness. You wonder where this might be going,

“You think so cumslut?” you ask grabbing her wrists and pushing her back onto the bed.

She wrestles with you and breaks free. She has a wicked look on her face. She wags her finger at you. “You need tamed, mister and I have just the thing.”

You make a counter offer. “Maybe you need tamed, missy.” You pull your cock out of your shorts. “You won’t smile so much with this in your mouth.”

You see Carrie looking at your hardening cock. This chat has you both a bit worked up.

“Tell you what,” she says. “You throw heads and I’m sucking your cock. Tails and I’m unwrapping one of the packages and using it on you. Deal?”

You’re far too horny now to do anything other than agree to her proposition.

“Sure. Give me the coin, cumslut.”