dressing you up in an outift that makes me go feral, fucking you and ruining you in it, helping you get back into it so we can go out to see our friends.
the top is simple and cute, skintight to show off all your best features, i can't tear my eyes away as they roam across your chest, your neck, your arms, your tummy. it rides up just a little bit, showing off a sliver of skin that makes me want to bite and grab and claim. the skirt is the perfect length, short and just a little flouncy so that when you bend over everything is visible. two layered pairs of coloured tights that show off your legs beautifully, and underneath it all a little thong that says 'slut 4 butches' across the front, to remind you who you belong you.
you emerge from the bathroom a little shyly, its not completely somthing you would have picked out for yourself but it suits you nonetheless. i size you up enjoying the pretty picture you make, all done up. i pounce, dragging you to the bed. i kiss you breathless as you giggle, protesting that you don't look that cute, that i'm overreacting. you blush a little at the attention and i tease you about it, knowing that it'll make your panties wet. i move down to the slip of flesh between your top and your skirt, nuzzling it as you protest yet again, this time with a hint of a moan in your words. i bite and suck, holding your hips down and look up at you from in between your legs and in my eyes you see your fate.
i pull your top up, just enough to expose your chest. i give each nipple and little kiss and tug and then place your hand there instead with the command to keep yourself entertained as i get to my fun. i flip your skirt up and pull your tights down, carefully not to rip them just yet, i want to save that for after we get back tonight. i leave your tights around your ankles, trapping your legs together, only able to move apart just enough for me to slip my face into the gap. i pull your panties to the side eat you out with all of the mounting desperation at seeing you in such a gorgeous outfit. i start slow, savouring the taste, flicking my tongue leisurely as i relax into a rhythm that i know so well. i glance up to see you playing with your chest and looking down at me, wrecked already. i smirk and speed up the pace, suddenly ravenous.
time falls away to moans and pleas, i take you at the speed i want, until you're begging and dripping. i tug you up, holding you as you stumble on unsteady legs. i bend you over the bed, skirt exposing your ass without needing to be moved, thong wedged to the side and tights trapping your legs where they are as i tease you with a finger, enjoying the newly breathless quality to your moans as i finally fill you up properly. This time i don't tease, i am ruthless, pounding into you as your back arches, built to recieve me. i watch in awe as you spiral closer and closer to the edge, shaking and begging, bent over and exposed, still mosty clothed. looking ruined and slutty. i watch you shake apart on my fingers and take a picture to remember this outfit.
as you come back to yourself i help you stand. i put my fingers in your mouth for you to clean and you begin to right your outfit, pulling down the top, adjusting your panties, pulling your tights back up. i kiss you, tasting you in your own mouth from my fingers. you fix your hair as i kiss your cheek and we walk out into the night. as we sit and talk i wonder if anyone else around the table can tell just how thourghly you were wrecked in this outfit just an hour earlier, or if that remains out dirty secret.
