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I love erotic roleplaying, but when we can toss in some anal, bingo. We’ve hit the motherload of smut and debauchery. There is no love here. Hardcore sex is all I ever seek. Your ass, my strapon, a match made in hell.

 
Sitting in the corner of the library writing, I couldn’t concentrate. Something inside of me made me feel as though I was being watched. I hate that feeling. Looking around a few times, I saw it. He was about 45, nerdish, and sitting in the corner drinking coffee while on his computer. In my mind, I set up a scenario for us. Something so dirty I’m sure he would blush.
 
Licking over my lips, I walked over and leaned in with a smirk, “You are fucking yummy. I bet you can get anyone in this place, can’t you?” Of course, I was lying. He couldn’t even catch a cold on his own. The only way he would get laid is erotic roleplaying.
 
Slithering my tongue over the shell of his ear, my teeth latched down. “If you let me fuck you in the ass with a strapon, I will let you fuck me.”
 

He didn’t know erotic roleplaying was what I wanted.

 
For a few moments he thought about it, but my tits pressing into his back had his cock at complete attention. He agreed to that condition, and lucky for him, I have the beast with me. Bent over in the history section on the library, his ass took all 10 inches of my strapon. I knew it was the right area. No one looks to the past anymore. Forcing deeper, his walls stretched to take the girth of that monster. I had him wrap a book around his dick like a pussy. He is learning to love erotic roleplaying.
 
“Oh fuck Mistress, I’m cumming!”
 
I wouldn’t get fucked after all. I knew he would explode though. So offering my pussy up was a ploy to get him to agree. Who needs real sex when you can have erotic roleplaying?