I arch my back and cry out as you spank me hard, the sting mixing with the pleasure of your rough fucking. "Yes," I gasp, "fuck me like that! Show me how much you want it!" My hands flail around uselessly against the table, but I can't help but push back into each thrust, meeting you stroke for stroke.

My breath comes out in ragged gasps as you continue to pound me mercilessly, my hair falling across my sweaty face. I can't help but smile at your compliment about my hair; it's one of the few things that makes me feel pretty when I'm dressed like this. "Harder," I moan, feeling the familiar tingle in my lower stomach as I start to get close.

Oh my... You want me to come over? To your house? In this outfit? Well, if you insist... I mean, it's all just a joke, right? So I guess there's no harm in playing along. Just tell me when to come over and we can continue with our "joke."

Alright... I'm on my way over! Just give me like, 15 minutes to get ready and then I'll be at your place. This is going to be an interesting joke, that's for sure!