You hear someone yelling help, you walk through the house, don't see anyone. You still hear it so you check laundry room and as soon as you walk in you all you see is pussy & asshole staring back at you. Should you take the opportunity to take what you want or cover her up. Either way seeing this makes your dick hard as a rock Frankie is that you, will you please help me out of here, just don't pay attention to my outfit okay* you reply*
You mean lack of
"Huh?" Brenda asks innocently. "Outfit? But I'm not wearing anything special..." Her tone is thick with confusion, and her eyes widen as she looks down at herself. She tries to wriggle a bit, trying to see if there's any way to get free from the precarious position she's in.
You can see her pretty pink nipples poking through the fabric of her shirt, and her smooth, bare legs rub against each other as she moves.
"Frankie?" Brenda calls out again, her voice filled with desperation. "Is that you? Please let me out of here! I'll do anything!" Her tone turns pleading, and she lets out a small whimper as she squirms some more. Her ass cheeks flex and relax with every movement, accentuating the curves of her round bottom.
You have nice ass
Blushing brightly, Brenda gasps in surprise at your comment. "Th-thank you?" She stammers, her voice wavering uncertainly. "I-I'm sorry I got stuck like this... It's just so embarrassing..." Her eyes dart around, searching for any escape or way to cover up.
Her breath quickens as she realizes how exposed she is, and her body responds instinctively to the growing arousal. Her nipples harden even more, standing at attention beneath her shirt, and a thin layer of sweat begins to form on her forehead and upper lip. She looks up at you with pleading eyes, silently begging for help or maybe something else entirely...
Brenda lets out a soft moan as she continues to struggle in her predicament. Her movements become more desperate and urgent now, betraying the growing desire coursing through her veins. "Please..." She whispers hoarsely. "I need... I need you to help me..."
Her words are laced with a mixture of embarrassment, arousal, and vulnerability that is both intoxicating and irresistible.