[ the whole point of that offer was no never!! she's had enough offers on this ass that could have w rolling flush with cash forever if she was that easy, but being a total tease about it? that's priceless. w's face screws up with annoyed fury, her nostrils flaring as lappland's squeezing hands rip another pitiful squeal from her lips. it's so humiliating, doesn't at all stop her from running her proud mouth: ]
This ain't a fucking auction! I set my terms, and it's a one time only offer. Don't come begging at my feet when you end up regretting it.
[ she opens her mouth to say something about handling the merchandise, but even w realizes how dumb a look that would be when she's melting into lappland's kneading hands. she still hasn't even really tried too hard to make it out of this (uncomfortable?) pose. (it's not, she's flexible enough to be perfectly comfortable bent in half.) for good measure, she plants a foot against lappland's shoulder, that red brand across her ankle gleaming as she uses the leverage exclusively to lift her hips for lappland's scratching nails.
her own tail is tucked tight against her body, protectively. ]
I don't trust you and I definitely don't cry. But hey! I sure can prove it. I'll go out there and find someone with the biggest, girthiest, most massive di—
[ heat flares on one of her asscheeks, and oh, w could kill her. texas probably wouldn't even be TOO mad if she explained it with just the right slant, and besides, she's always been better at asking forgiveness than permission. but the foot on lappland's shoulder is pulling her down, not shoving her away, and w's eyes are so dark, her tits so tight and her nipples hardened to aching little buds when she whisper-snarls: ]
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This ain't a fucking auction! I set my terms, and it's a one time only offer. Don't come begging at my feet when you end up regretting it.
[ she opens her mouth to say something about handling the merchandise, but even w realizes how dumb a look that would be when she's melting into lappland's kneading hands. she still hasn't even really tried too hard to make it out of this (uncomfortable?) pose. (it's not, she's flexible enough to be perfectly comfortable bent in half.) for good measure, she plants a foot against lappland's shoulder, that red brand across her ankle gleaming as she uses the leverage exclusively to lift her hips for lappland's scratching nails.
her own tail is tucked tight against her body, protectively. ]
I don't trust you and I definitely don't cry. But hey! I sure can prove it. I'll go out there and find someone with the biggest, girthiest, most massive di—
[ heat flares on one of her asscheeks, and oh, w could kill her. texas probably wouldn't even be TOO mad if she explained it with just the right slant, and besides, she's always been better at asking forgiveness than permission. but the foot on lappland's shoulder is pulling her down, not shoving her away, and w's eyes are so dark, her tits so tight and her nipples hardened to aching little buds when she whisper-snarls: ]
You absolute bitch...