Play with Abigail, but watch your ass.

"Okay, Abigail. We can play...but I want to make my boundaries clear from the start. I...waiMMPH MMM SHLLP" Abigail apparently only hears the first half, as she bolts towards you midsentence and pins you to the wall with the weight of her massive mammaries and kisses you hard. Her kisses tastes like strawberries and sex, and she somehow has eclipsed you in expertise, twisting her tongue around yours in ways that stoke your fires and tease you to pin down her deft, darting muscle with your own.

Instead you pull her away and say, "No. If we have to go preschool rules we will. You ask for kisses from now on." You had hoped standing firm would cool her off, but it's all you can do to hold her back. It's like her submissiveness is so ingrained with her sluttiness that she gets so turned on being told 'no', that she can barely follow your orders, even though she wants to submit to you. It's a perverse paradox, and one you haven't quite learned how to navigate yourself, but you plan to figure it out the 'hard' way. "I'm serious, Abigail. If you can't play by the rules, I'm not playing with you."

Abigail pout prettily but backs away slightly. She absent mindedly pulls at her puffy nipples and moans, "Like, you're NNG gonna tell me what to do and stuff? And be real MOAN strict with me? And if I mess up you'll WHIMPER punish me extra OOH hard?" Her sing song speech has you wishing you had a paddle on hand. What you wouldn't give to spank her ass raw or feel her breasts bounce around your boner while the aftershock of a paddling runs through them. Then you remember you don't normally want to do any of these things. There's something about Abigail's submissiveness that makes you want to rise to the occasion, becoming the big scary monster under her bed and the dommy mommy to protect her from it all in one. It's not a bad instinct, just not one you trust as genuinely yours.

You realize you won't get a genuine response from her at this rate, unless you make it a part of her game of give and take. "Actually, I was thinking we'd play a game of truth or dare? No dares that break school rules and all dares can only involve physical contact for a minute or less. Think you can handle that? Or are you too scared?"

Abigail sighs and throws her hands in the air, at least appearing to accept her momentary defeat. She walks to the middle of the room and sits backwards in a chair so that the bars press against her thicc tits and both obscure and draw more attention at the same time. It seems she is already playing her own game of cat and mouse, but she deigns to pretend to go along with your game for now. "Fine, I pick dare!" She winks again, in case you weren't aware that the purpose of the game was to dare her to do slutty things.

You want to keep her engaged, so you start with an easy one to warm her up. "Alright. I dare you to sit on my lap." Abigail beams brightly at this dare, and you barely have time to sit on the bottom bunk before she leaps onto your lap. "Oomph. Okay, you get one minute, starting...now!" Your living love doll roomie is already grinding on your groin before the timer stops. She uses every inch of her body to etince you...sliding her H Cup honkers against your tender titties, sliding her thicc cheeks around your pantied prick, and running her nimble fingers all over your supple, sizzling skin. It pains you to peel her off of you, but you manage to extricate yourself and moan, "Okay...okay time's up. I pick truth."

Abigail seems doubly disappointed. First, you resist her charms, and now you are picking a boring old question. You worry she might just give up on the game altogether, but you don't let your doubt show. Finally, she is struck by inspiration and eagerly asks, "Fine! Tell the truth! Do you want to spank my naughty cunt with your huge, HARD cock?" As if to remind you where it is, Abigail turns and lifts her almost non existant skirt, showing off her awe inspiring ass with nothing but a flimsy floss thick thong between her hungry hole and you.

You almost answer by filling her slutty cunt, but instead you think about it for a second and say, "Honestly? No. I'd rather make out for hours, teasing ourselves more than we tease each other before eventually surrendering to our desires and making sweet love all night. I don't even need my cock to make you cum. Hell, my tongue alone could tie you up in knots or send you soaring and free. Whatever we do, I would much rather it be sweet and loving. Maybe at the darkest moment of the night I might give in to my more savage side and fuck you hard and hurty, but then when the light of dawn kisses our skin, we would follow suit and slide sweaty and sticky against each other until sleep finally claimed us. Luckily it's a weekend, right? Though I've noticed lately that we need way less sleep. Cool, right?"

For the first time, you seem to have Abigail's undivided attention. She is on her knees, biting her bottom lip bloody and whimpering, apparently authentically this time. She finally manages to moan, "Dare...please dare me to do something really naughty!"

You can tell you have her on the hook, and although it's risky, you think it's time to reel her in. "I dare you to put some clothes on that cover all of your skin up." She looks at you like you're crazy, and you suspect she's right, but you are betting that if you can outlast her in this game of cat and mouse, you might get a glimpse at the real Abigail. She frets and fumbles and makes a big spectacle of finding something to wear while flashing you much more than a smile everytime she catches you peeking. She finally finds a tight turtleneck and yoga pants. It might have been better to leave her nearly naked, as the fabric clings to her like a second skin and makes her more alluringly arousing than ever.

"Alright, you can't pick truth twice in a row, so I dare you to stand still for a minute, no matter what I do!" You nod, not wanting to risk a double dare forfeit, and she is back on top of you like white on rice. She doesn't tease you this time, as she knows the clock is ticking. She lifts your skirt and pulls your pantied prick free so that she can wrap her octopus plump lips around your cockhead and start sliding up and down swiftly. You grip the sheets tightly and grit your teeth so hard you worry they'll shatter. It's like she's trying to suck your soul out along with your 'spirit'. You count in your head, trying not lose count when she sneaks a deft digit up your ass and tickles your spurt spot with just seconds to spare. And then...she just stops and smiles smugly.

The little slut is playing with you...and she isn't even showing you a modicum of respect by being sneaky about it. All you have to do is hold back from using fistfuls of her long red hair to forcibly face fuck her, but she is betting you don't have the willpower to resist her. If you can hold out just a few more seconds, you might be able to get past her defenses...then again, maybe this is the real Abigail. Maybe she is a mindless minx who's smarts begin and end at finding ways to get fucked.