Her Tits

Roxanne felt waves of pleasure wash over her as she marveled at the control she held over this girl. None of her previous victims had given her this level of control from the start. The ability to make them strip against their will was a feeling like no other – the stuff dreams were made of.

As Roxanne watched Mia turn for her in her underwear, her mouth salivated at what was to come next. She desperately wanted to touch herself, but she denied herself. This was an exercise in control. Control applied to herself as much as it applied to her victim.

“Your bra,” Roxanne shuddered.

The two words settled between them as Roxanne continued to stare at Mia, and Mia could only stare at the ground.

“Your bra,” she repeated.

“I heard you,” Mia snapped.

Roxanne blinked at the sudden act of defiance. Yet it didn’t spark her anger, knowing this was her victory. Besides, she had the power in the palm of her hands.

This time, she allowed Mia to take control of the timeline. The girl shuffled as her hands turned to lead, and she struggled to lift them. With a final intake of breath, she unsnapped her own bra, letting it slide off her arms. Mia threw it at Roxanne’s feet.

The Punk Princess took in the view of Mia with her arms thrown across her breasts. One flick of her thumb increased the intensity of the sonic distortion to **** her to drop them. The soft curves of her tits created a natural, teardrop shape. Her dusky pink nipples were erect, almost begging for Roxanne to give them some attention.

Mia dropped her head, her lengthy hair covering her face. It was then Roxanne realized that Mia was about to break. The tears would come soon – if they hadn’t already. But she didn’t care. She never did. Mia had come here willingly at her invitation.

If it wasn’t her. It would have been me. She tried to take off my pants to expose everything. Why should I feel sorry for her? She deserves everything she gets. This is what you get for being a loser.