From Brat to Anal Slut

We were just having dinner, acting like everything was normal… but inside, I was getting soaked. The way he looked at me, the tension; it drove me crazy. I told him I needed it. Right then. We slipped away, and I put on my collar: the one that says SLUT. Once it was around my neck, I wasn’t his girlfriend anymore… I was his hole. He fucked my ass hard, filthy, just the way I needed it. I moaned, begged, and took every inch like the little anal slut I am.