Diane's Pelvis

Tyler's mind flashed back to Diane's ass in the neon thong. It was all perfect - the way her bubble butt quavered, the curve of her ass as it rolled into her thighs, the shape of her cameltoe pressing forward. He remembered the way she'd giggled when he tugged her skirt up, how she'd arched so naturally into his touch. She was stupid, but she was perfect. The way she'd bend over for any man who told her what to do. Kyle had played dirty, but Tyler could play filthier.

He was going to target her pelvis - the cradle of her femininity, the source of her softest sighs. Not just her pussy, he'd take the whole package. The only remaining question was how he'd get it. No, taking her pelvis wasn't the hard thing - she was stupidly naive. The real question was how to maximise Kyle's humilation in the process.