TUSHYRAW Anal Obsessed Hottie Ivy Is Ready For Cock

Title: “Ivy’s Erotic Enema Encounter”

The sun had barely risen, its first golden rays peeking through the curtains, when Ivy stirred from her slumber. She stretched languidly, her lithe limbs unfurling like a caterpillar transforming into a butterfly. The morning air was crisp against her naked skin as she padded out of bed, her perky breasts bouncing with each step. Ivy’s mind was already filled with naughty thoughts, her pretty pink pussy already tingling with anticipation.

In the bathroom, Ivy started her day with a warm shower. She let the water cascade over her voluptuous curves, her hands gliding over her slick skin. As the water trickled down her back, Ivy’s fingers found their way between her buttocks, teasing the tight rosebud hidden between them. A shiver ran through her as she touched herself, her Wick slowly uncoiling.

Grabbing a bottle of special soap, Ivy began to clean herself thoroughly. It lathered deliciously between her legs, the tingling bubbles tickling her sensitive clit. She worked the soapy lather around her tender hole, gently massaging the tight ring of muscle. Ivy moaned softly at the naughty sensation, her juices already flowing.

Drying off, Ivy selected her outfit for the day with care. A sheer white teddy that hugged her every curve like a second skin, accentuating her goods and packaged in a way that would demand attention. Silk stockings adorned her long slender legs, their scraping against each other driving her wild with the promise of debauchery.

Heading downstairs, Ivy spotted her errant roommate lounging on the couch. He was lost in thought, pondering his next move in a chess game with himself. Her entrance interrupted his chess problem, and Tudor’s eyes snapped to attention as he looked up at her.

“Morning sweetheart!” Ivy chirped, her hips swaying seductively. “Caught a load of a chess problem, were you?” Her wink was punctuated by a giggle. Tudor blushed, thinking to himself that it was that gap-toothed giggle that sounded ominously like “You know she cares…”

“Ivy…” The boy placed his head in his hands melodramatically. “I’m not even looking at the problem. You do know I don’t even know how to play chess, right?”

“Oh honey, nevermind the chess…my problem is making the most of an empty house. And finding a warm, willing stud to worship my body until I’m falling over drunk from overstimulation…in and out of consciousness from pleasure while stuffed to the brim with your meat!”

Tudor gulped as he watched the blonde temptress approach.

“Jesus, he thought. Your fascination with my cock has reached a new level…”

“Oh, it’s no use pretending you don’t want this,” Ivy chirped. “I can practically hear your shaft crying out for my ass!” His vulnerability only strengthened in her presence. Why did she have this effect over him?

As he blew past of the kitchen door, the clock sounded out 5:00 AM. He scurried out the back door, tail between his legs.

“Chicken!” She chirped after his quick exit.

Suddenly, the door creaked open again. Maybe he wasn’t going to flee this one after all. As that second’s worth of doubt had faded, Tudor walked through the doorway. Ivy looked back at him, her green eyes sparkling.

“How could you give me one more shot after I got cold feet? Really, Tudor. You’re not the type to believe in second chances, but well here you go.”

He stumbled towards her, and in his mind’s eye, she despite everything, he saw her smile and said you’re not going anywhere until you give me another chance. He leaned into her, confused by her contradictory words, and he had almost reached her when his knee slammed squarely into the kitchen table. He let out a pained Yelp and crumpled to the ground.

This time, Tudor did not flee. His eyes beaming from behind his hurtful hiding. Ivy walked over to him and knelt down on the kitchen floor at his feet. Tudor just looked up at Ivy in confusion. What just happened?

Ivy tilted her head to the side before reeling back and punching him square in the balls from below. He would never see her coming. Upon recovery, she said “Except for five more minutes, maybe an hour if you’re, ‘Really, really bad.’ Use your imagination.”

“Pop quiz, Tudor.” Ivy said cheekily as she pulled out a small flashlight she had hidden in her cleavage. “Are you?: A) An innocent toddler lost in hyperspace without a friend, B) Doomed to spend the rest of a civilization on the doomed planet of an impending ice age, C) A toy with only two settings, waiting in the office for a secret agent hero. Any day.”

“Fourth, you won’t need any help,” she said, just like the final line read on his faux adjudication paper she read from her cleavage. “…And of course you’ll spend the night here.”

Wilting only a minute later, Ivy slipped out from under Tudor when the clock struck 6:00 p.m. But as she left in a flurry with her ass bowed out and her handbag in the opposite direction, Tudor called out after her.

“Come and see me every damn day, you tease! Don’t leave without your diploma, I want you to have it.”

Looking back over her shoulder, Ivy winks “sure, but you can’t keep your hand off my butt one minute longer. Grab it!”

She continued to strut away, tossing out “I’m going by subway!”

Tudor was left alone in bed with one thought echoing in his mind: Never. Again. He silently resolved never to repeat a mistake like that again, no matter how tempting a certain blonde may be.