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Anonymity gave me the choice to be as bad as I wanted to be.

Fuck, she smelled so good.

Ambrosia had all my requests, a list of delicacies and preference.

And she always came through for me, every time.

The vanilla and coconut scent she wore on her skin tonight had my thighs wet already. My hands were eager to sink inside of her, and as I breathlessly kissed down her, she spread her legs wide for me.

“Such a good fucking girl. God, you’re so perfect…so fucking sexy.”

I liked she was unconventional by normal standards. I loved the piercings and tattoos; it made her lookreal…interesting.

I recently learned it was a fetish I had.

The mask muffled her soft moan, but it sent sparks straight to my clit, and I’m already rubbing myself as I lowered between her thighs.

She liked it when I slapped her pussy…it made her legs quake. I had her coming and shaking last week when I repeatedly spanked it in small, rapid-fire shots.

“Do you want me to spank your pussy, baby? Or should we draw it out, since this may be our last time together?” I smiled up at the mask, flatting my tongue and dragging it over her tight slit. Her pussy sat high on her hips, and her full ass was in full, curvy view from the front.

Fuck, she looks like heaven. Mountains of creamy thighs and pink skin covering her most sensitive parts.

Her heavy breathing stopped, and she moved her hand to the front of the mask. I reached up and grabbed her wrist, shaking my head no at her.

Lowering myself back down, I allowed myself to gaze at her pink sex.

Taking my thumbs, I spread her lips apart, revealing everything to me. I licked my lips; she was already shiny and ready for me, my mouth watered.

I reached up, kneading a tit in my palm. She was the perfect handful, and I pinched and rolled her nipple between my fingers.

A low moan escaped her, and she circled hips, lifting her ass off the floor like the greedy whore she was.

I spanked her pussy twice, hard, and she cried out, tossing her head back. Long, black hair spilled out from under the hood, and I wanted to see. In just that moment, I wanted to see her.

I pushed away the fantasy of finding my perfect person in the female form and turned my attention to the swollen bud that had tightened and pushed out from between her puffy pussy lips. I lined the seam with my tongue, using light pressure. Her hips jerked at the contact, and her hands went to my head. Combing her fingers into my hair, she looked down over me, and brushed my hair back from my face so she could watch me eat her.

I made small circles around my clit, my arousal already on my fingertips, while I sucked hers into my mouth.

I tickled and flicked it with my tongue, making zigzags across it. She jolted and squealed.

I rubbed the insides of her thighs and I worked her clit, but the hunger in me took over, and I sucked her until her thighs trembled around me and she cried out, the mask muffling her. I moved up to lie beside her, resting my head on her shoulder, feeling dizzy from the huge hit of serotonin flowing through me. This must be what euphoria felt like, and I closed my eyes, pressing my face to the mask and licking up the length of it.

“I wish we could stay here like this forever.”

7

FAKE IT ‘TILL YOU MAKE IT

Mary

My clean cut,preppy cheerleader mask was already slipping, making me uncomfortable in my skin.

But I wanted her tolikeme. I wanted her tonoticeme.

Ever think that maybe if you just act like yourself, you’ll stick out like a sore thumb?

But then she’d know exactly who I was.

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