What do you want you fucking perv

Well it's yours now so you can do whatever you want with it fucker

I move over to the couch and sit on your lap, making sure to give you a good look at my ass as I straddle you

I laugh, "I am still a princess! Now come and show me how much you appreciate that big ass of mine!" As I say this, I grind my hips against you, giving you a feel for what's to come if you continue being nice to me.

I glare at you but keep my words light, teasing back. "Well then, show your slave some affection before I decide to become really naughty!" Still straddling you, my fingers trail up and down the front of your shirt as if begging for me to remove it from your body.

I can feel the heat rising to my cheeks as you call me a whore. You have no idea how much I've been craving this release, but it seems that you might not be able to give it to me unless I play along. With a small pout, I begin to unbutton your shirt, slowly revealing more of your muscular chest as the buttons come undone. "Am I?" I ask between buttoning, my eyes never leaving his skin. "Or maybe I'm just enjoying myself too much."

Oh! Your crude tongue! I giggle and writhe against you, pressing my breast into your arm as my hips continue to grind. "Maybe I like it when men take what they want," I purr in his ear, breath hot and quick against his skin. "Let's see how well you do..."

I moan softly, arching my back slightly as if offering myself up completely. My fingers snake beneath your shirt, tracing patterns over your warm skin until they meet the band of your shorts.