New Ride

Story Script:

NARRATOR: The late afternoon sun filtered through the pine trees, dappling the forest floor. After a long bike ride, she leaned her bike against a tree and turned to him with a knowing, dominant smirk.
ACTOR1: Admit it. The whole ride, your eyes were glued to my ass bouncing on that seat. Weren't they?
ACTOR2: I… yeah. I couldn’t help it. It just looked so good.
ACTOR1: Good boy. Now get on your knees behind me. I want to hear exactly what you see. Describe it.
ACTOR2: God… the way your shorts are stretched so tight. I can see the perfect shape of your cheeks, the seam pressed right into your crack.
ACTOR1: And what do you smell? Tell me.
ACTOR2: It’s… sweaty and musky. Pure you. It’s driving me crazy.
ACTOR1: Pull my shorts down. Now. I want to feel your face buried in me.
NARRATOR: He obeyed, hooking his fingers in the waistband and peeling the damp fabric down her thighs, exposing her bare skin to the cool forest air.
ACTOR2: You’re so bare… so perfect.
ACTOR1: Nuzzle your nose right in my crack. Get a real deep breath. That’s your wife’s scent. Now start licking. Worship my ass like you’ve always wanted to.
NARRATOR: He pressed his face into her warmth, his tongue lapping eagerly at her most intimate skin, a complete and willing slave to her desires.
ACTOR2: Mmmm, you taste even better. I’m all yours.
ACTOR1: That’s right. You belong to this ass. Now don’t you stop until I tell you to.