I want to be gifted Star in a big red package, wrapped up in silk, a look of aphrodisiatic lust addling her brain
I want to untie her bound body with a long slow tug, rubbing the silk rope in a long stroke over her body, leaving only the gentle marks of pressure on her young soft feminine body, gently buffered in the budding curves of womanhood.
I want to sit her on my lap, holding her in big hands, a gentle little creature, as she feels my member shift underneath her exposed bottom
I want to run my hands along her shivering pearl skin and soft golden hair.
I want to hold her to my chest, and as I pull her close, explore around her womanhood in powerful strokes, feel her quiver and shake as I get ever closer to a finger or thumb reaching that forbidden slit
I want to eventually give her release, and plunge a finger into her heat, and feel her reactively rise and fall on me, ever so slightly
I want to pull the fingers away, and have her guide our sexes together with her soft small hands, slowly rocking her flesh into mine
I want to grip her by her color, hear her yelp cutely as I grip her upper thigh with my other hand, and give her a final warning to be ready as I plunge her down farther, to hear a cute scream of shock, pain and arousal mashed together like a wreck of emotions
I want to hear her cry, moan, pant and wheeze as I dive into her slick, tight quivering mewbian flesh, feeling her squeeze and grip as we go.
I want to cum inside Star, feel myself tighten up, plunge deeper and hold Star to my chest as I feel her gasp, squirm, and eventually stop resisting as seed floods her young womb, fresh and fertile ground for a future prince.
I want to hold Star's gasping flushed head and kiss her, feeling her tongue dart about and explore my mouth, eager for more love, eager for more breeding.
I want to softly chuckle at her youthful enthusiasm, then kiss her lily-white forehead in approval, and let her rest for a moment on my body.