She seemed to have a somewhat startled look on her face, as if this had never happened to her before. Time to reinforce the feeling.
>I love the slutty way this makes me feel! This guy thinks I'm hot, and makes me feel like the hottest slut on campus. I love it!< The ideas met only slight resistance. She must have had some fantasies already.
>A faceful of love juice must make me look like a sex goddess -- look at the way he's yearning for me like this! It makes me S-O-O-O horny! I'll just lick this stuff up; I love the way *his* cum tastes: not like gross Adam Take-Me-For-Granted.< That last one was harder to get through; Amanda had clearly never developed a taste for the stuff.
She began to clean the stuff off her face and torso, deliberately making a theatrical thing out of it. >I love being his sexy little kitten. I didn't realize it, but I *like* being a nasty little slut, for a man who really appreciates me!< I was visibly hardening at the sight of her, and the new development caught her eye. >Time to show him how nasty I can get!< |