I’ll admit, as foreplay goes, it’s not exactly extensive, but sometimes it’s all I need.
I don’t think there is any other combination of two words that can have more of an effect on me. Said in the right tone, and with the right degree of forcefulness, they can reduce me to a quivering mess of anticipation. No other two words will make my cunt instantly wet.
And as I comply with His demand I bite my lip as I wait for Master C to flip my skirt up over my arse, or pull my jeans down around my ankles, and yank my knickers out of His way.
With my arse exposed, I wonder what Master C has planned for me; is He just going to fuck me, does He plan to spank me, or will wield His belt?
In fairness, it doesn’t matter what His intentions are, I am ready; I want whatever Master C decides. As every second passes, the anticipation mounts, and my cunt grows hotter and wetter.
A hand slips between my legs, feeling how wet I am, how ready I am for Him. A shiver of excitement runs through me, my clit throbs slightly in response to His touch.
I want His cock inside me, filling me, pounding me, fucking me hard. I want Master C to take me, to use me, to release His cum deep inside of me. I don’t just want it, I need it. My whole body aches for Him.
Master C grabs a handful of my hair. He pulls my head back. Will it be His belt, or His cock? I still don’t know.
“Are you ready?” He asks.
“Yes!” I sob.
I brace myself for whatever is about to come next.
Sometimes “Bend over!” is all the foreplay I need.