“Suddenly realizing I’m standing by her bed, JoJo gasps and pulls out one of her earpods, “What are you doing in my room?!? My God! Can’t I have any privacy?”, she complains, before asking, “I’m super-hungry. Can you bring me something from downstairs? Even my assistants abandoned me this weekend!”, she frets.
“Well JoJo, I am not your assistant, you probably shouldn’t wear your dance togs just laying around on your bed like that. You’re crushing the bows. And you’ll have to come downstairs if you want anything to eat, I’m afraid.”, I explain while gazing down at her round little rear bobbing around splendidly in the skintight pink dance shorts.
Gasping, JoJo suddenly recoils on her side on the bed, “OMG! Are you looking at my BUTT?!? I want you out of my room RIGHT NOW!”, she petulantly demands.
I grab JoJo’s hair right behind the big bow and snarl into her ear “It’s time you learned a quick lesson as to who is in charge here while your parents are out of town.”
JoJo is tiny next to me, but lithe and agile as she immediately attempts to slip my grip on her slender wrist. However, I still have her by the hair, and quickly sit down next to her, scissoring her legs between mine so that she is forced into a bottoms-up position across my lap now.
JoJo is furiously fighting to right herself from her heads-down pose and she can’t quite get a solid handhold on the floor, while I now have her legs tightly clamped between my thighs, her bottom wiggles around as JoJo struggles, but I have her, and again gaze down on her ripe-n’-ready little dancer’s ass in those hot pink shorts.
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