Take Charge

"Look...Candice, is it?" you say forcefully, taking a step forward. The lithe redhead takes a step back, splaying her legs wide as if she could either bolt for the door or the window. She crouched a little, hiding her pussy lips from view, but arching forward so her pert breasts were now the center of your attention. The barest hint of flame-red fur winked from between her cleavage. "If you're going to help me bust your brothers, I need to know how committed to this you are. Phinneas and Ferb have eluded us for years. They're crafty," you say and take another step closer.

Candice backs into a corner of her room and you step closer.

"They're wiley," you continue and take another step closer. "I need to know that you'll do what I say and when I say it," you add and close the distance between her and you. She straightens up and presses herself into the corner, her palms flat against the walls. "They're," you start as you reach out and drag your fingertips up her thighs, feeling the insane heat of her love nest from several inches away. Your fingers skirt up until they find the folds of her pussy in her furry mound and she trembles. "...extremely slippery," you say.

Candice bites her lip like she wants to scream or run, but her thighs part and you have slightly better access.

"Tell me you're going to do what I say, when I say it," you command, sliding your fingers through her increasingly wet pussy lips. Her hard little pebble at the top of her slit feels like it's already starting to emerge. She bit her lip and whimpered.