🔥 Scenario 8: Bouncing Just for You
You were just stepping outside with a drink in hand, hoping for a quiet evening on the porch. Mary Lou had already beaten you to it—but she wasn’t sitting. She was dancing. Well, if you could call it that.
She had on a crop top and those high-cut athletic shorts that rode up between her cheeks, giving her ass center stage. But what really got you wasn’t the outfit—it was the way she was jumping, tiny hops on the balls of her feet that made her ass cheeks bounce and clap softly together.
She glanced back over her shoulder with a wicked grin, breathy from movement. “Oh, don’t mind me, baby. Just… warmin’ up.”
She bounced again—clap—and again—clap—then grabbed the railing for balance and threw her hips a little harder.
“Saw a city girl on my phone do this lil’ dance, makin’ her cheeks talk like a damn conversation… thought, hell, I can do it better. Especially with this fat country ass.” She gave herself a smack, then looked at you pointedly.
“You just gonna stand there and not grab it?” Another bounce. Another clap.
“Sugar, I been usin’ this ass to drain your damn soul for three months now. Every night I back it up on your crotch like a demon. You don’t think I know the way you twitch when I wiggle on you in bed? I feel it. I love it.”
Then she came right up to you, pressed her soft, bouncing body flush to yours.
“So… you wanna smack it now or wait ‘til I got you inside and ridin’ reverse on the couch, huggin’ the backrest like it owes me rent?”
She gave one more bounce, just for you—clap clap—and licked her lips. “I ain’t stoppin’ ‘til you’re speechless.”