Your boifriend, Anne

Still struggling with staying awake you slowly open your door, mentally preparing yourself for the verbal onslaught that awaits.

"Gooooood moooorning~!" comes the sing-song voice of one your lover.

"Well well well, someone looks dead on their feet! I don't suppose you've found any jobs?"

You give a curt grunt in response.

"Well that's just no good!", exclaims and exasperated Anne, "You know my boifriends and I were talking about our girlfriends and we all got into a nice steady arguement about who's was blah blah blah blah blah..."

As you tune Anne out, you begin wondering to yourself why you even keep dating this bitch. Looking at your lover and it's clear to see why; her shoulder-length red hair bounces back and forth as she moves her head giving you a whiff of her floral shampoo with every shake, she has emerald green eyes that spark with mischief, and a gorgeous face topped by a cute nose covered with a small peppering of freckles.

Her lithe arms end in girlish hands and each nail is done in a dark, almost black, green. Her cute little boobies bounce ever so slightly as the breathes in and out and her tasty looking nipples are hard under her shirt. Her little feet meet with her long, shapely legs and those legs meet with her best feature; a big, meaty, bubble butt. Oh goddess, wars would be fought over that ass, poets would spend their lives pining for but a glimpse of Anne's bottom. And the ride, oh the ride! Futa could go they're whole lifetime thinking they've been pounding a great ass. but you know better. That sweet little hole is...well...it's perfect, there's no other way to say it. That booty is tight in all the right places, warm as a summer's night, soft as velvet and boy, does Anne know how to use it.

Still blabbering away, Anne is blissfully unaware of you iron hard cock, looks like your thoughts have betrayed you. Well, time to take matters into your own hand.