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I couldn't resist. I walked into your room and there you were, lying there like a goddess in that red lingerie that matches your labia. “You know I have a problem with this ass, right?” I said to you as my hands were already closing around those curves that drive me crazy. You just smiled, that “do whatever you want” gesture that always loses me. “Then prove it,” you whispered, arching your hips towards me. And that's when my control went away. I began to worship that ass as it deserved: kisses, soft nibbles, . “It's just that you have an ass from another world... how it drives me crazy,” I moaned against your skin as you felt yourself getting wetter and wetter under my tongue. But I needed more. I needed to mark that ass as mine. The whip came down with a “crack” that made you cry out, but your eyes begged me for more. “Another,” you gasped, and who was I to deny you anything. Every lash painted your skin red, every moan of yours made me harder.