She weighs her options before responding.
"I just had wrestling practice. I'm so hot. Take off my clothes, Pig" She orders.
You begin to blush, taking off her loose top. You then work on taking off her filthy smelly shoes. Throughout the whole process Taylor is laughing. You look up.
"Did I give you permission to look at my face." She scolds.
You quickly look down and proceed to take off her socks. After that you gently grab her waist and begin pulling down her tight yoga pants. After about 30 seconds of struggling Princess Taylor slaps you.
"Hurry up, Pig!"
You finally get it around her ankles.
"Good" she compliments, "Now the bra"
You walk behind her and fidget with the strap but you manage to undo it quickly.
"Now my thong" She laughs
As you go to grab it she speaks.
"Without your arms" she chuckles.
"But Princess," you ask, " How am I supposed to strip you"
"Did I say you could speak. Instead of using your mouth to disobey your Princess, use it to strip me. Like I ordered you to!" She yells, you fearfully plunge your face into her crack and stick your tongue out to pull out her thong. It's wet and warm. After several failed attempts you finally fish it out and begin dragging it down her legs.
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