Tre was surprised how much putting the collar on Jaime had turned him on. Letting his fingers curl loosely around the buckle, he tugged on her neck just a bit and was rewarded by a needy moan from his half-dressed girlfriend.
"Let's get you out of these jeans, baby, see if you can wiggle your 'tail' for me like a good girl." Tre jumped feet-first into the role-play.
Sliding his left hand back down her spine while keeping a gentle grip on the collar with his right, he guided Jaime to bend at the waist. Her hands came out to brace against the wall as his nimble fingers made quick work of her jeans' button and zipper. Tre slid the denim slowly over Jaime's round ass, tugging her panties along as well until they were mid-thigh.
"Mmm babe," he groaned, smoothing his palm back up over her smooth cheek. "You might not have the biggest tits, but GOD, this arse..." Tre trailed off, tugging unconsciously at the collar again.
Jaime's brain was feeling hazy, the sensation of the collar around her neck making her feel hot all over. Tingles were racing throughout her body as she felt Tre's hands skim over her skin. She could hear herself panting as she leaned against the wall, sounds and sensations seeming heightened even as her vision grayed and she closed her eyes in anticipation. Balling her cramping hands into fists, she pushed back slightly and wiggled her bottom as Tre had instructed, turned on even farther when she felt how the movement tightened the collar against the front of her throat.