Femme Faytale

I flail slightly at the sudden change in perspective. “Cozy?” I blink. “Oh. Well. I’m all for cozy.” I go quiet watching your buttocks move entrancingly.

“Hmph.” I can’t manage to keep my pout, and break into a small smile. Still breathing slightly heavy, I relax in your hands.

I’m bucking my hips, trying to dislodge you, with my head flinging back and forth wildly. Panting, I glare up at you, a prominent pout on my face. “Fine,” I spit out. “Mercy, you ass!”

Not expecting that, I shriek in mock terror. My spine twists almost painfully, trying to avoid your touch. “OhmygodNO! Aaaah!” I just barely slip out of your grip, only to fall off the couch, flailing madly.

“Nn… I probably do, but I’ll let you tell me anyway.” I stretch my neck invitingly, adopting a grin of my own.

“Sebby! Hi!” I cry out with a smile. “Ooo~ A mohawk, huh? I like that idea. Oh! You should go blonde, too! It’ll be so striking!” I clap in excitement, eyes bright.