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Femdom Girlfriend Dominates her Boyfriend with First Time Pegging Humiliation
(Scarlett Steele)

Dusty pins me to the wall, his breath hot on my face. I tilt my head while arching a brow as I take in his boyish face, his honey blond hair cut neat, his rippled biceps. The man has a tight fit body, one that makes me squirm with delight at times. But Dusty and I are just friends as we both have another year and a half of college before we can jet out of here and go on our way with life.



His eyes dance over my face as he leans in, threatening a kiss. He knows this titillates me and drives me batty. He opens his mouth as if he's about to land on my face, tongue first and simply kisses the tip of my nose. Rearing back, he chuckles as he races across the vast room to the kitchen and grabs the popcorn that finished popping in the microwave. He nods towards his room and I, like a faithful puppy, follow him.



"What's wrong princess Shari?" Dusty asks as he plops down on his bed and flips on the television. I take a seat at his desk.



"Where's Ethan?" My eyes go to his roommates empty bed.



"He's taking Ash to Hillsboro for the night. Fuck fest. Sheesh," Dusty says as he shakes his head.



I envy Ashley because at least Ethan treats her like a girlfriend. Dusty has been my crush since freshmen year when I met him at a rally at the coliseum. He's a jock, and a looker, and had too many choices for girlfriends. Though he knew I had crushed on him he toyed with my affections all these years as we've remained just friends.



"So what? What would you like to do today?" Dusty throws a pillow at me, causing my auburn hair to mash into my mouth. 



"Jerk. What the fuck?" I say as I shake my head and fix my hair. 



"I know, let's go hiking. Perkins trail. Come on," Dusty stands and pulls me to my feet. It's cold outside so I shrug into my jacket and follow the man to his beat up truck.



Once we arrive Dusty grabs my hand and pulls me along the trail. He doesn't let go and I'm filled with hope yet again that the man has real feelings for me. As we climb the steep trail he lets go as he rushes ahead and laughs when we come upon a resting bench off to the side of the trail. "The last time I was here a couple was going at it right here. They saw me too and kept going. I watched until he finished. Then I laughed my ass off," Dusty says.