Go to the Swimming Pool

After all the time you've spent constructing your now tiny empire, you figure it's time for a little R&R. It's a particularly sweltering day today, so why not hit the local pool? Actually, forget about that. You're pretty sure you could get into a swim club that the mayor would get his ass thrown out of. Well, why not peruse the options? To be honest, you're also in mood to show off you're sexy new girlfriend and kick-ass supercars, so the more time you took, the better actually.

"Hey, babe? Bring that ass over here."

In the blink of an eye, your princess was in the room.

"What's that? You wanna see my ass, baby?" She stuck her butt out as she asked a very sultry yet genuine question.

"Haha, I didn't really mean it like that. But to be honest, now that I think about it..."

You couldn't help it. You sandwiched your face between her soft ass cheeks, orally exploring her playground-of-a-posterior.

"Oh, my GOD, babe! It feels so good! I love it when you eat me out!"

Not only was Sonja submissive to your every word, she's become a huge nymphomaniac since you took control. Which of course, was completely your decision.

"I don't care if I'm with my friends, if I'm with my parents, or even sleeping. I always want you between my legs."

You stand up, and give her ass a thunderous, almost violent slap.

"Holy fuck! My girl tastes good!"

She gives you a cute shoulder shrug and sugary grin. You've probably never seen such promiscuity paired with that level of adorableness. Despite the fun, it's time to get around to your original plans.

"So, here's the thing. As you've just proved, your ass is a work of the gods, right?"

She drags out her voice and slurs her sentence together in a smutty style. "You fuckin' know it."

Hearing Sonja swear that freely was not something you've seen before. Obviously, her new lifestyle was having a little bit of an effect on her. Complaints? Of course not.

"Hahaha. Exactly!" you say as you can't help but grab her booty again and bouce it in your hands, to which her smile suggested a delight in.

"So I figured we could go show it off around town! Why don't you go grab the teeniest, weeniest bikini you bought, throw it on, and we'll find a swim club! Of course, I'm gonna find the very best one out there for my girl. Because you deserve nothing less." What do ya say?"

"That sounds like so much fun! And awwww, you really mean that? Don't spoil me too much!" she said with blushing cheeks. "Which one of my swim suits do you want me to wear?"

"Just pick the one that shows the most skin!"

"Umm, that's gonna be like picking the snowiest hill in Siberia, haha."

You chuckle in your head. Of course it would be. The two of you make your way into her cavernous closet and begin to inspect the situation. Holy crap. She definitely wasn't lying. You eventually settle on a lime green piece of fucking thread that you'd have to be insane to call a bikini. The thong back literally disappeared in between her cheeks when she put it on, in front of you of course. Why would you ever not let her strip on front of when she has the chance? It truthfully looked like a thin outline of her naughty parts, but you loved it. All 10 inches of it.

You powered on the brand new Ferrari as you waited out for your better half to arrive. She told you she was going to accessorize a little and to just wait up for her. After 10 minutes of some quality screamo on the stereo. She sat herself down in the adjacent seat. Head to toe in a style that instantly has you wanting more of in the near future. The neon bikini, the bleach-white-rimmed sunglasses, the feather earrings, the treasure trove or rings on her fingers, her anklet HOLY SHIT she's wearing a goddamn anklet. She really pulled out the big guns today.

"How do I look, babe?"

"Abso-fucking-lutely amazing. If you don't want me to have the uncontrollable urge to fuck you every hour, you're doing it all wrong."

Her face fell into a dear little pout. "Awwww. I have the best boyfriend."

You know it.

After cruising the downtown with the top down, while enjoying the passerby's that were unsure if your passenger was actually wearing anything, maybe you can make a quick stop on the way there? Some ice cream doesn't sound to bad. This weather is killing you. Where to?