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Pervert Stumbles Into The Femdom Trap and Gets Pegged For His Misdeeds!
(Scarlett Steele)

Yasmin sighed heavily. "Tits? Really?" She lifted her brow as she glared at the man.



Bart's smile would be endearing the way his lips curl up on one side if it weren't for the fact that he was just a horny bastard. "Tits, boobs, rack. You have nice ones. A nice pair. I'd love to blow a raspberry between them."





Yasmin's mouth filled with gall. The man didn't know how to quit. "You disgust me," she spat.



Bart acted as if he didn't hear her. "And then I'd like to flip you over and plow that fine ass of yours," he said.



"In your dreams," Yasmin said. She'd had enough so she turned back to her car.



"Trust me, I do you in my dreams every night," Bart said. He laughed as she shook her head and walked away. The man was so crass it bugged her that he had that much nerve. When she returned he was still chuckling.



"Do you even know how to be nice and polite? Cordial even?" Yasmin asked.



"Oh, I can show you how nice I can be if you'd like to step into my office."



"Never," Yasmin said. She grew sick of the man's nasty comments. She kept walking toward the sanctuary of her front door.



"You know, women love to spend time with me. My stallion shows them such a good time, they can't contain themselves long. You should come over. I'll cook dinner and even serve wine. Then I'll let you ride my face. Afterward, I'll ride your ass. I promise you'll leave with a smile on your face," Bart said.



"You're insufferable. You just don't quit," Yasmin said. She pounded her feet fast to make it to her front door before he uttered another disgusting word. 



"You're seriously turning down dinner and wine?" Bart asked. He stood and was coming toward her. Yasmin's eyes widened in surprise and she started to jog but her toe hit a lip on the sidewalk and she tumbled forward, dropping the box she carried in her hands. She landed with a thump on the concrete, skinning the palms of her hands. Thankfully, she saved her knees. 



Bart rushed forward. "Are you okay?" he asked. He plucked the box and the scattered contents and shoved it toward her door. Then he turned to her and helped her up.



"Thank you," she said as she brushed her front and checked to make sure she hadn't hurt anything else.



"Is your rack okay? Maybe I should come in and check for bruising?" Bart suggested.





Yasmin breathed out a noisy breath. "Really? You're offering to come check my rack for bruises?"