Lisa, I want to jerk off on you so badly. My dick grows hard as soon as I think about it. You’ve already swallowed my cum, had it smeared across your desperately longing face, and I’ve used your entire upper body as my canvas.
Right now, I’m imagining filling your tight pussy with my semen until it overflows and drips out.
We’re about to leave, and at my request, you’re dressed like a seductive princess. This morning, I prepared your outfit in anticipation of fucking you later today. I told you, “Wear this, Lisa. I want to see every inch of your wonderful body before I fuck you this afternoon. Don’t hide any of it.”
I’d chosen an entirely white outfit for you. The garter belt I selected is clearly visible since your skirt barely covers your ass. Sitting down would expose your bare pussy completely. Your crop top barely conceals your breasts, offering just enough cover to keep away unwanted eyes until I take it off. But even that won’t stop me from teasing your nipples when I finally have my way with you.
You put on the outfit without hesitation—you love the thrill of being seen. I can’t take my eyes off you, and I don’t need to. My gaze will stay fixed on my toy all day.
Before we even reach our destination—a secluded rose garden—you start seducing me on the bus. Sitting in the back where no one else can see, you lift your skirt to completely expose your bare pussy. I glance down at you knowingly, my desire growing, before pulling you into a passionate kiss. We’re so lost in each other that the bus nearly passes our stop, but we manage to get off just in time.
The garden is empty, and we walk along the roses, my hand already restraining your wrist behind your back.
When we find a quiet corner, I tell you to take off your top and sit on my lap. Holding your wrists firmly, I let my other hand roam freely over your body. Since lifting your skirt earlier, you’ve been completely passive—exactly how I want you to be. I control you, position you, and use your body however I please.
Right now, I want to slide my fingers into your wet pussy and have you suck them clean. After teasing your nipples and kissing your neck, I lift you off my lap and tell you to kneel.
You obey immediately, placing your hands behind your back like the good girl you are. I take a moment to admire the sight of you—half-naked, submissive, kneeling before me with the roses in the background. Then I start using your mouth for my pleasure. My dick grows harder as your tongue spoils me, alternating between soft, swirling strokes and deep, satisfying thrusts.
Just as I’m about to cum, I pull you to your feet and turn you around. You bend over the bench, gripping its edge as I lift your skirt and tease your clit with the tip of my cock. My precum mixes with your juices, and you beg me to finally penetrate your tight, wet hole.
But I take my time, tracing the contours of your lips and circling your clit, pulling away just as you’re about to burst with pleasure.
Finally, your begging reaches a desperate crescendo. You confess how naughty you feel, how much you crave being used, and how you’ll do anything for me to relieve you. I give in, thrusting my cock deep into your pussy in one slow, deliberate stroke.
Each thrust brings me closer to the edge, but I stay in control, plunging as deeply as I can. Your muscles tighten around me, urging me to cum. Reaching around your waist, I slide my fingers between your legs to tease your clit, pushing you closer to the orgasm you’re desperately chasing.
Your moans grow louder, and I intensify my rhythm, gently grinding against you while my fingers work their magic. The combined sensations overwhelm you, and you climax harder than ever before, trembling and clenching around me.
The pulsations of your pussy send me over the edge. My cock throbs as I release, filling you completely. I pull out slowly, my shaft coated in a mixture of my cum and your juices.
As always, you kneel to clean me with your tongue, licking every drop until I’m spotless. Then I ask you to bend over once more so I can admire the sight of my cum dripping from your pussy, running down your inner thighs. I can’t resist taking a picture to remember the moment later.
When you ask for a towel, I refuse. I want my cum to stay on you until we’re home.
We return together, and once we’re home, we take a warm bath. I soap your entire body, massage your back, and gently clean your used pussy.
Afterward, we fall asleep in each other’s arms, holding hands.
