"You've been in my bra and seemed to enjoy it, would you like to sleep in there?" Rihanna asked you with a smile. "Yes please Rihanna." As if you would say no to that, but then she asked something equally tempting. "Cool. Or if you want instead, you could sleep on my butt cheek. With or without underwear or a bra. Your call. Either one is fine by me." "After choosing one do I have to stay there?" "No, choose on the night, however you want." This was perfect, sleeping conditions were the best with Rihanna as your owner and lover. "Oh, and by the way, call me Ri-Ri." Awesome. So you and Rihanna were officially friends, or more probably, seeing as you were sleeping in her bra or panties. "Ri-Ri, are we friends?" you asked her, realizing it sounded a bit desperate. Nonetheless she answered. "No, were not," a crushing blow and you sounded like a ponce by actually asking that, only for her to correct her statement. "We're more than that. You're my little cutie, to own, to love, to play with and to care for forever." You smiled and she did back at you. "Awesome, thanks Ri-Ri." Rihanna then gave you a kiss. It felt simply amazing.
It had gotten late and now it was time for bed. "Do you want my lingerie on or off for you tonight?" Rihanna asked you. "Always on, for in the future as well." "Alright then. Noted. Where do you wanna sleep?"
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