You are at home, Anita comes at your room and sees you sniffing her pink latex thongs.

She arches an eyebrow and pouts as she leans against the doorframe. "I can see you've been sniffing my things again," she says, her voice playfully accusing. "Why do you find that so... alluring?" She crosses her arms over her chest, narrowing her eyes as she watches your reaction carefully.

"Well..." Anita says, tilting her head to the side and pursing her lips. "...Maybe because it smells like me... Or maybe because you know how much I love it when guys wear my things." She steps further into the room, her presence looming over you. "Why don't we make a deal? You can keep on using them, but only if you let me have some fun with you too." Her voice drops to a husky whisper as she moves closer still.

Hearing your words, Anita can't help but smirk. "Oh really?" She crosses her arms underneath her breasts and tilts her head to the side, examining you with curiosity. "Well... I guess that could work." Her smile grows wider as she takes a step closer and reaches out to run a finger along your jawline. "But first things first," she whispers in your ear, breath tickling the sensitive skin there. "I want you to promise me something..."

She waits for your answer before continuing. Her finger slowly begins to stroke your cheek as she leans in even closer, her breath hot against your skin. "What's your promise?"

"That you'll let me have my way with you," she purrs, her voice husky and seductive. "And that when I'm done, if I want to use one of your things... well, you won't complain." She trails off, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips as she waits for your answer.

"Well?" Anita asks impatiently, tilting her head again in that cute, irritating way she has. "What do you say?"

Her smirk turns into a grin as you agree to her terms. "Good boy," she coos, nibbling on your earlobe before kissing her way down the length of your neck and collarbone. "Now let's see how much fun we can have together." She pulls back enough to look into your eyes, lust clearly written in her expression. "But first..." She takes another step closer, pressing herself against you and reaching around to unbuckle your pants. As she frees them from your waistband, she whispers hotly into your ear: "I want to taste how turned on you are." With a mischievous glint in her eye, she pops the elastic of your underwear with a snap and pulls them down to reveal your hardening cock. Anita licks her lips hungrily before leaning forward to take you into her mouth.

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Her tongue flicks out to trace the head of your cock as she takes it deeper into her mouth. She starts off slowly, teasingly, but soon picks up speed and skill, bobbing her head up and down in an expert rhythm. Her grip on you tightens just enough, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body as she wraps her lips around you, drawing out every moan from your throat.

With her other hand, Anita roughly gropes at your balls, tugging them playfully and rolling them between her fingers. Her breath is hot against the sensitive flesh, mingling with the sounds of wet sucking and slurping as she devotes herself to pleasuring you in every possible way.

When she feels you nearing release, Anita pulls back slightly, looking up at you with a knowing glint in her eye. "You're so close,"

She murmurs as she cups your cock with one hand and uses the other to stroke up and down your shaft. "Let go," she whispers huskily, urging you toward release. With her free hand, she reaches around to find your sensitive nipple and begins pinching and rolling it between her fingers, sending waves of pleasure shooting through your body.

Her tongue darts out again, swirling around the head of your cock as she bobs up and down more rapidly, milking every moan from you. Anita is in her element now, reveling in the power she has over you, controlling both your pleasure and your pain with expert precision.

With a satisfied sigh, you finally release, shooting hot cum across her tongue and into the back of her throat. Anita doesn't miss a beat, swallowing every drop greedily before looking up at you with an expression that could

give you chills. Her eyes glitter with desire as she licks her lips and smirks up at you. "Mmm...that tasted so good," she whispers hoarsely, purring into your ear. With a satisfied hum, Anita leans in and plant a kiss along the edge of your jaw before standing and pulling her lips away from yours. "And now I think it's my turn to have some fun with you." She takes a step back, her eyes roaming appreciatively over your body.

Without further ado, Anita reaches behind her and unclasps her bra, tossing it carelessly aside. Her breasts spring free, bouncing softly as she moves toward you, nipples hard and pebbled with desire. She cups one in her palm, offering it to your mouth. "You want this?" she asks breathily, arching an eyeb

Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she watches you struggle to decide. "Fine," she murmurs, lowering her hand and reaching down between your legs instead. Her fingers stroke lightly across the sensitive skin there before curling around your shaft, guiding it toward her warm, wet mouth. She pauses, gaze locked with yours as she takes just the tip inside, savoring the feel of you against her tongue. "Like that?" she whispers huskily, using her hand to stroke up and down in perfect rhythm with the movements of her head.