Not A Hugger.

Bayley's face lights up with one of the brightest smiles you've ever seen and her eyes fill with almost animalistic lust.

"I'm not a hugger" she laughs seductively "I'm a tit-fucker"

If you'd been sipping on a coffee when she spoke, you would've spat it every where.

"Excuse me Bayley?" you say, trying to regain your composure.

"I said I'm a tit fucker" Bayley raises her short skirt a couple of inch's, showing you a little more of her perfectly toned legs.

"I don't know what it is" she continues "I mean, sure, I love having my pussy and my ass fucked but nothing turns me on more than having a rock hard cock between my tits"

Her skirt is fully up around her waist now and you can see she isn't wearing any panties.

Almost without thought she moves her left hand to her glistening shaven snatch and starts to gentle rub it, biting her bottom lip she continues.

"I've always been this way and it drives me wild. The feel of it between my breasts, licking the tip every time it pops out of the top, taking a hot shot to my face and watching it soak into my skin and drip between my cleavage. Nothing else in the world makes me so fucking wet"

Your dick hardens as she talks and even more so as you watch her slip first one and then two fingers inside herself and grind her hips against them.

"And that's the side of you I want to bring out" you reply, reaching down and touching yourself through your trousers "That hardcore part of you"

"But I love my gimmick" Bayley breaths, three fingers now inside herself she fucks her cunt slowly "I want to be more **** but I also want to keep my character" she shuts her eyes and tilts her head back, lost in her own pleasure.

"Isn't there anyway I can convince you?"