Always the good girl - polished, polite, prudish, even. 

You found me and smudged my pristine world.

How did you see what I didn't? 

As you held me down and spanked me, my cries turned into begs. I soaked your lap.

You didn't gently slip into my softness; you burrowed your cock in my ass.

You painted my pretty pink lips white and gave me the pearl necklace I really desired. 

And I liked it all. No, I loved it!

Then you left ... leaving me burning to be naughty again. You unleashed something I can't hide. What now?