The scarf was his idea, something to make it feel like a game, the red and gold stripes scratchy against my skin as I waited on the red couch. I wore it with nothing else, just the tie and my pale skin, when I heard his key slide into the lock. When he walked in, smelling of outside air, he halted in the doorway, eyes dropping to me waiting for him.
He crossed the room quiet, hands immediately on me, mouth on my throat. I gasped when fingers pushed between my legs, rough and urgent, finding how wet I was. Embarrassingly so. He knew. The scarf tangled in his fingers as he pulled me onto the red couch, the gold stripes catching the light.
I ended up on my stomach, face down in the cushions, ass up while he drove into my ass, slamming deep, raw ass fucking that made me scream into the pillow. The scarf still around my neck, he pounded my tight hole, stretching me until it burned so good. I clutched the couch, knuckles white, making sounds I couldn t control as he wrecked my
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