“What a pretty blush,” Ana purrs, voice pitched deep, eyes friendly and warm as they roam across Angela’s body. She looks gorgeous, sitting in the big chair behind Ana’s desk, skinny legs draped across the arms, showing off her pinkish cunt – spreading the plump lips with long fingers.
She’s only doing it for Ana’s benefit – because Ana asked her to do it – and the knowledge made her feel even more fond of her little pet; how she aimed to please even though it embarrassed her so horribly, blush getting deeper and more pronounced the longer Ana watches with interest.
“The door is not locked,” Ana says softly, leans against the side of the desk so Angela is in full view of the entrance. She smiles when Angela’s breath hitches and her little breasts bounce high on her chest. “You’re going to keep going, though, right? Even if it were to open? Would keep touching your little peach just for me?”
Angela bites her lips, eyes slanting away – demure and unsure just as much as shyly determined.
“Yes, Ma’am,” she whispers, blonde hair falling into her sweaty face. Her blush has reached her belly, and Ana knows, if she just plays with her peach long enough, it’ll become just as deliciously red and swollen.
“Start, baby girl.”
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