Barnes can sometimes be... a lot.

She has a birth control implant. In her arm. Just to control her libido.

(It doesn't work).

Sometimes it gets so bad she begs you to fuck her and you end up having to call Paxton to do the shitty Mormon ritual of jump-humping.

Fucking jump-humping.

At least, you have to admit, your girlfriend's ability to actually cum just from grinding on a pillow is admirable. Sort of.

You're not immune to it, either. God, you want nothing more than to finally sink your tongue into her, your face stuffed into the thatch of dark brown curls above her cunt. But you both know you can't. Because that would be breaking every rule she's had instilled in her since she was a little girl. No sex until marriage. Marriage with a man. A woman isn't even a possibility.

Barnes been trying to fuck you all week. Not that she's ever not trying to fuck you. But it's different this time. She's getting bold. Whispers in your ear while you watch a movie, her hand pulling yours to her thigh. Inching it closer to where she wants it. Grinding against you while you're "cuddling" on the couch. Pressing her tits against you as she hugs you.

You have a solution. Bend the rules. It's not sex if it's her asshole. Right? You can still eat her out. Just not her pussy.

Her ass. Her soft, incredible fucking ass that's in your hands right now as she's face down on the mattress.

Maybe this was a terrible idea.

Her hole is winking at you, dripping a clear, sticky string of her juices into a puddle on the sheets beneath her as her muscles clench down on nothing.

Your breath is hot on her skin as you spread her asscheeks apart, leaning in.

"Yeah," Barnes breathes, encouraging you. "Yeah, yeah, yeah..."

Her hand is fisted in your hair, ever so slowly dragging your head down lower... and lower...

...

"Really...?" You ask, a breathy giggle escaping you.

She's trying to drag your face into her pussy. It's adorably desperate. But you can't break the rules.

"Please?" Barnes begs you, her voice already wrecked. "What if we do it but I just promise I won't cum?"

"Okay, you know that's not how it works," you reply, amused.

You pull back to shift your position a bit. And then you eye the roll of duct tape sitting on the shelf.

Yeah. That'll do.

The tape rips off the roll with a harsh tearing noise. You press the strip of tape down over her pussy, sealing it, and that's the end of that.

Barnes lets out a strangled, keening whine.

"F-Fuck!" She hisses.