Her sexy curves, jiggling a little from the aftershock of my smack, with a little crease where her ass meets her thighs, and then the light mark of my palm right in the middle of all of it? Aw yeah. This is art. I would take a picture of this and hang it on my wall as a masterpiece if I could.
Except I can't. Little Miss Perfect stole my fucking phone. Ashley spins around fast and stares at me, wide-eyed.
"You slapped my butt!" she says, pointing and wagging her finger at me.
Her breasts bounce a little, both of them at first from her quick spin, and then just one when her arm pushes it slightly as she shakes her finger at me.
"I'd slap it again, too," I tell her. "Don't even fucking tempt me, Princess."
"You wouldn't dare," she says. "I don't believe you."
"I'm telling you, don't even fucking tempt me..."
She keeps shaking her finger at me, tiptoeing closer, the biggest fucking grin on her face. As soon as she's right next to the bed again, she spins around fast and shakes her butt at me.
I think we all know what happens next. Do I really have to explain this?
SMACK!
And another quick couple more for the fun of it: smack, smack.
She topples onto the bed like she's defeated or something, just falls over me and lands on her stomach. Her ass is still right there, except now it's laying right next to me. She looks over at me, some pouty look on her lips, and she starts batting her eyelashes fast.
"What's up?" I ask her. "What's with the eyelashes?"
"I'm hurt," she says, but in that real fucking pouty way, you know?
"Oh yeah?" I ask her.
"Uh huh. I... I'm hurt, and... can you rub it better for me?"
"Yeah?" Is this a real question? Does she know who she's talking to right now?
"Just, um... I... I was wondering..." She looks away from me for a second, kind of shy. Yeah, the girl who was just shaking her ass at me and daring me to smack it is suddenly shy. I have no clue how this works.
"I have some, um... lotion?" she says. This is a question, but it's not a question, and I don't know what's going on. "It's in my bag, and maybe you could use it to help? I think it would be very soothing."
Nod, nod, shy. That's Ashley. Nod, nod, shy.
I get up out of bed and go to find the bag she brought with her. It's nothing extreme, just enough for some of her books and clothes and other essentials. I should probably mention I still have an erection right now, so when I walk across my room, my cock just bounces around, doesn't even give a fuck.
I grab Ashley's backpack and hold it up. "Where am I looking?" I ask.
"In the side pocket," she says, pointing to one side.
I open it, look inside, and...
There's no lotion in here. There's absolutely no fucking lotion whatsoever. There's one thing and one thing only. I pull out the bottle, hold it up, and show it to her.
"This?" I ask.
She nods fast.
Let's just take a good look at this bottle, alright? It's sensual massage oil for couples. That's what it says at first, but then in tiny letters along the side, it decides to add a little note about it being an oil-based organic personal lubricant.
I have one complaint about this. How can it be for couples, and then for personal use? I mean, I guess maybe it's still personal if you're a couple? Am I the only one that sees something wrong with this? I just think of personal as your own thing, but then, uh... I guess "up close and personal" kind of fits, too. That could be it. I am definitely willing to get up close and personal with Ashley's ass and this massage oil lubricant.
Oh, it's coconut, by the way. I'm still reading the bottle. Why the fuck am I reading the bottle? I have no fucking clue. Stop asking me questions like that. I'm just... I don't even know. I'm trying to figure out if I'm the luckiest man alive or what. Probably.
One last thing. I think this is important. While I swagger over to Ashley, bottle in hand, I shake my head at her.
"It says this isn't safe for use with condoms," I tell her.
"Rule number eight,"
Except I can't. Little Miss Perfect stole my fucking phone. Ashley spins around fast and stares at me, wide-eyed.
"You slapped my butt!" she says, pointing and wagging her finger at me.
Her breasts bounce a little, both of them at first from her quick spin, and then just one when her arm pushes it slightly as she shakes her finger at me.
"I'd slap it again, too," I tell her. "Don't even fucking tempt me, Princess."
"You wouldn't dare," she says. "I don't believe you."
"I'm telling you, don't even fucking tempt me..."
She keeps shaking her finger at me, tiptoeing closer, the biggest fucking grin on her face. As soon as she's right next to the bed again, she spins around fast and shakes her butt at me.
I think we all know what happens next. Do I really have to explain this?
SMACK!
And another quick couple more for the fun of it: smack, smack.
She topples onto the bed like she's defeated or something, just falls over me and lands on her stomach. Her ass is still right there, except now it's laying right next to me. She looks over at me, some pouty look on her lips, and she starts batting her eyelashes fast.
"What's up?" I ask her. "What's with the eyelashes?"
"I'm hurt," she says, but in that real fucking pouty way, you know?
"Oh yeah?" I ask her.
"Uh huh. I... I'm hurt, and... can you rub it better for me?"
"Yeah?" Is this a real question? Does she know who she's talking to right now?
"Just, um... I... I was wondering..." She looks away from me for a second, kind of shy. Yeah, the girl who was just shaking her ass at me and daring me to smack it is suddenly shy. I have no clue how this works.
"I have some, um... lotion?" she says. This is a question, but it's not a question, and I don't know what's going on. "It's in my bag, and maybe you could use it to help? I think it would be very soothing."
Nod, nod, shy. That's Ashley. Nod, nod, shy.
I get up out of bed and go to find the bag she brought with her. It's nothing extreme, just enough for some of her books and clothes and other essentials. I should probably mention I still have an erection right now, so when I walk across my room, my cock just bounces around, doesn't even give a fuck.
I grab Ashley's backpack and hold it up. "Where am I looking?" I ask.
"In the side pocket," she says, pointing to one side.
I open it, look inside, and...
There's no lotion in here. There's absolutely no fucking lotion whatsoever. There's one thing and one thing only. I pull out the bottle, hold it up, and show it to her.
"This?" I ask.
She nods fast.
Let's just take a good look at this bottle, alright? It's sensual massage oil for couples. That's what it says at first, but then in tiny letters along the side, it decides to add a little note about it being an oil-based organic personal lubricant.
I have one complaint about this. How can it be for couples, and then for personal use? I mean, I guess maybe it's still personal if you're a couple? Am I the only one that sees something wrong with this? I just think of personal as your own thing, but then, uh... I guess "up close and personal" kind of fits, too. That could be it. I am definitely willing to get up close and personal with Ashley's ass and this massage oil lubricant.
Oh, it's coconut, by the way. I'm still reading the bottle. Why the fuck am I reading the bottle? I have no fucking clue. Stop asking me questions like that. I'm just... I don't even know. I'm trying to figure out if I'm the luckiest man alive or what. Probably.
One last thing. I think this is important. While I swagger over to Ashley, bottle in hand, I shake my head at her.
"It says this isn't safe for use with condoms," I tell her.
"Rule number eight,"
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