"Your ass," Harry said, nearly salivating as he looked Kiona up and down. "I want your ass."
Kiona smirked. "I don't know that I know what you mean," she said. "Why don't you spell it out for me?"
Marigold blushed for what seemed to be the millionth time that day. This was all so... lewd! To hear the both of them talking so casually and candidly about Kiona's rear end was a shock to poor Mari's system, even if she still didn't understand what Harry was trying to get at. She waited with bated breath for Harry's more detailed explanation.
"If you don't want me to spread those videos all over the Internet, post 'em to every cosplaying blog in the States," Harry began. Marigold noticed that he still kept the details vague, as if he were trying to keep Kiona from figuring out that he really had nothing to hold over her head. How was she not putting it together? Why hadn't she stormed out of the room spitting curses at both Marigold and Horny Harry, with all his perverted schemes?
"If you don't want that," Harry continued. "Then you're gonna give that ass up for me. You'll let me fuck you in your tight brown asshole."
Marigold gawked. It was impossible. Kiona would never agree to something so debauched. Still, she found herself eagerly awaiting Kiona's answer, that strange feeling of excitement and anticipation from her earlier time with Harry returning to her.
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