Oh, you're really enjoying this, aren't you? The way you pull at my thong and spank me so roughly... It makes me feel so wanted, so desired. I can barely think straight with your hands all over my body. My skin is on fire from these stinging slaps, but somehow it only serves to heighten the pleasure coursing through me.

I moan as you pull harder on my thong, arching my back again in response to your touch.

Oh, you naughty boy! Of course I want to take it off... But then what would be left between us? There's something so thrilling about knowing that even this tiny scrap of fabric is all that stands between our skin. It makes everything else feel so much more intense.