Popular Post pi**** Posted April 15 Popular Post What a joke Debbie, can you believe the "meathead" refused to give me my candy again? "Not until after dinner, sweet girl...", she enjoyed dramatically acting out his refusal for her doll. The near-30-year-old stuck her tongue out at the thing and pointed her pink polished finger toward the back of her throat. Her dolly, "Debbie”, sat unfazed by her small rebellious act. She snatched her up with a giggle and rolled over onto her back. Tugging at her little arms to make her dance above her face… “Maybe we should put gum in his hair again?”, Debbie didn't seem to approve. "Hey Nev, it’s time for dinner!" Nev rolled her eyes, tossed her doll aside, brushed off her purple satin nighty, and headed toward the table. She sat down with a violent s***d, crossing her arms and leering at the steamed broccoli on the side of her plate. “Meathead” sat just across the table. He smiled, seemingly unfazed by her behavior. "You know I hate broccoli,” she seethed. "I also know it’s good for your iron levels. Eat up!" Brian, whom she affectionately deemed "meathead," seemed the mental picture of joy, and that irritated Nev endlessly. “Then you eat it..." she said, leaning back in her chair and flicking a large chunk of broccoli off her plate in his direction. "Goal!" Brian shouted, more amused than upset, as he created a tiny goal post with his thumbs. His hearty laugh made Nev groan with exasperation. She leaned forward and plucked the reddest rose out of the vase on the table. Playfully, she waved it in front of her nose. Taking small whiffs of its floral scent, she slowly extended one leg, exposing her freshly ***ted red toes in his direction, and smiled like she was suddenly full of secrets. "Do you like my new polish, Brian?" Her bright eyes tightened as she focused intently, waiting for his reaction. "Bold choice, Nev. You not into pinks anymore?", he said teasingly as he tossed his head back and began crunching on the ice from his glass. Feeling a sudden flare of irritation, she quickly moved her pointed toes to his thigh just beside his crotch. "Should I make another?" she asked in defiance, again. Flexing her toes, she began to trace the flower across her breasts, trailing it down past her waist and her outstretched leg. With one final crunch of his ice, Brian leaned back in his chair and considered his options. After some thought, he leaned forward, lifting her delicate ankle to his chin, and began to rub his cheek against it softly, kissing her toes until she pulled it away cruelly. "That's enough!" His momentary weakness was like throwing a lit match on a funeral pyre. She smiled at him deliciously as she spoke low and slowly. "Bark for it... like a good boy..." And as his deep bark resonated in her ears, she felt nothing between them before had ever felt this good.
pi**** Posted April 18 Author Wednesday at 07:08 PM, Juggarnaut11 said: Awesome story! Definitely would like to be in his place Thank you 🫶🏾
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