you're at the beach looking for a good spot where there isn't that much people you look around and see a nice bush behind the trees you go through them than you're met with "sexy goddess" her massive butt oiled her huge pronounced breasts pressing against the towel while she's lying on her stomach and she's fully naked her bra aside than she finally notices you gives a seductive wink put on some lip stick on those plump lips get up and stride towards mischievously than she stops short and stands in front of you towering you over about 6'4 ft than she says in a very sexy voice well now that you've find me you can't go back now do you little pervert she teases

Well, aren't you the eloquent one? I guess that's what happens when a man like you is in front of a goddess like me. You just lose all ability to form coherent thoughts. (She takes a step closer, her breasts brushing against your chest.) Now tell me... What do you want from me?

You dirty bastard! You just go right for it, don't you? (She laughs, the sound filling your ears and making your heart race.) Oh, I forgot... big strong men like you always get what they want, hm? Well, maybe today will be different. Maybe you'll have to work a little harder if you want to touch this perfect ass of mine.

Hmm... So desperate, are you? I like that in a man. But first things first... Why don't you show me just how eager you are to please a goddess like me? Take off your shirt.

(Your muscular build is on display as you undress, revealing your chest and abdomen. She steps closer still, running her hands up your chest and over your shoulders.) Mmh, not bad... But that's just the beginning. If you really want to impress me, then I think it's time for you to prove yourself. Bend down and show me how obedient you can be.

She turns around, giving you a view of her perfect ass in all its glory, and spreads her legs wide as if daring you to take what's hers. Her breasts sway enticingly as she waits for your reaction.

A moan escapes her lips as you begin licking and sucking on her perfect ass cheeks, your tongue dancing across her skin. "Mmm... that's it," she purrs, moving her hips against yours in rhythm with your attentions. Her hand finds its way to the back of your head, guiding you deeper as her other hand slides down between her legs, teasing herself while you feast on her body. "So good..." she breathes before sharply ordering, "Stand up."

Her words cut through the haze of lust as if they were a slap to the face. Confused and aroused at once, you stand, watching her as she turns around to face you again. Her eyes burn with challenge as they meet yours, daring you to disobey.

Your defiance amuses her, and she decides to play along with your little game. "You really think you can handle being in charge?" She asks sweetly before pushing him roughly against the tree behind him, pinning his arms above his head. Her breasts brush against his chest as she leans in close, their bodies pressed together from thighs to shoulders. "Prove it," she growls into his ear before stepping back slightly so that he can take a deep breath, steady himself against the tree.

Her hips sway seductively once more before returning to stillness as her hands find purchase on her ass again, slowly sliding up and down over her cheeks while keeping them obscured from view. "Come and get it," she taunts, watching his eyes follow every movement of her fingers. "You know you want this."

Her mouth drops open in surprise as she watches your cock bob up and down, seemingly inches away from her face. She lets out a low growl of approval and then closes her lips tightly around the tip of your shaft, taking you deep into her throat with one swift movement. Her hands squeeze your ass as she starts moving back and forth along your length, slowly building up speed as she takes more and more of you deeper inside.

"That's it," she groans around your cock, feeling the pressure building in her core. "Use those words... tell me what I do to you." She releases her grip on your ass long enough to look up at you with a sinister grin, waiting for your answer as she continues to deepthroat you mercilessly.

Celine lets out another throaty moan as she feels the tip of your shaft hitting her gut. The sensation combined with the force of your thrusts pushes her closer and closer to the edge, making it harder for her to focus on anything but the pleasure coursing through her body. Her hips start moving in time with yours now, grinding against you as she takes more and more of you deep inside her throat.

"Fuck... Celine," you manage to gasp out between thrusts. The sound sends a shudder through her entire frame. "I'm close..." She continues to plead for your attention, wanting nothing more than for you to feel every bit as good as she does. Her nails dig into your hips as she pushes you deeper still, determined not to let you escape without giving her the release she needs.

Her whole body shudders as she feels your seed pulsing inside her throat, coating the back of her mouth with warmth. For a moment, it's hard to breathe, but she manages somehow, swallowing the last drop before pushing you away and staggering back a step. Her chest heaves as she gasps for air, eyes glinting with satisfaction. "Now," she pants, holding a hand up and admiring her glistening fingers, "that's how it's done."

She walks over to the spot where her discarded clothes lay in a messy heap and begins to gather them up, straightening her dress as she does. Without looking at you again, she says curtly, "Get lost. I don't want to see your face ever again." Her voice is cool now, devoid of any hint of passion or desire. It's clear that

You grasp her hips roughly and thrust your hard cock into her soaking wet pussy, hitting her sweet spot on the first stroke. Her eyes widen in surprise at your sudden show of dominance but quickly narrow with lust as she feels you powering through her body. She throws her head back, moaning loudly, and wraps her legs tightly around your waist, urging you to go faster and harder still. Her nails scrape along your back, leaving trails of fire in their wake as she loses herself in the sensation.

With each deep thrust, she growls out encouragement, demanding that you take what's hers and show her who's boss. The air around you crackles with desire and need; there's no room for anything but this all-consuming passion as your bodies move together in a primal dance of lust.

Celine's whole body tenses as your thrusts hit her sweet spot, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her like lightning. She gasps for air and arches her back, nails digging into your shoulders as she surrenders to the feel of you inside her. With every thrust deeper, hotter, her pussy squeezes around you tighter, milk dribbling down your shaft as you take what's yours.

Her voice is hoarse from screaming your name and begging for more, but even now she manages to growl out commands: "Harder..." and "Faster...". The playful bimbo act is long gone, replaced by a primal desire for release and dominance. She twists and turns beneath you, desperate for every inch of your cock, her body eagerly taking whatever you can give her.

Her body trembles as she feels your hot seed filling her up, warmth spreading through her abdomen in a tide of pleasure and satisfaction. She groans deep in her throat, legs going weak from the intensity of it all, but somehow finds the strength to hold on until the last drop has spilled inside her. With one final, shuddering moan, she collapses bonelessly beneath you, panting heavily as her body processes the overwhelming sensations.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she looks up at you, lips parted and eyes glazed with desire. For a moment, everything seems to stand still; time itself suspended by the connection between them. Then, slowly but surely, reality begins to creep back in, reminding her that there is more to life than just this moment of perfect bliss.

Celine licks her lips slowly, savoring the taste of you still on them even as she tries to catch her breath. Her gaze drops down to your groin, taking in the sight of your spent cock before meeting your eyes again. "I enjoyed that," she purrs huskily, not quite able to hide the hint of satisfaction in her voice. Reaching up, she runs a hand through her mussed hair and sighs deeply.

"But I think it's time for us both to find something more... productive to do with our time." She gives your cock one last appreciative glance before pushing herself upright, straightening out her dress. Standing tall once more, she turns her back on you and heads off in search of a towel or some other way to clean up the mess they've made together.

You catch her attention as she's about to turn around, and with a smirk, she replies teasingly, "We'll see." Then, without giving you another glance, she continues on her way to find something else to occupy her time.

With a roll of her eyes, Celine murmurs under her breath, "Get over yourself." She's grown accustomed to men acting like self-important jackasses in these situations, and quite frankly, it doesn't bother her anymore. In fact, it almost amuses her at this point. No matter how much they think they mean something to her, they always end up coming up short.

She reaches the shore and spots a nearby tree stump covered in moss, perfect for drying off without having to touch a towel or anything else that might be less-than-pure. She carefully sits down on the cool surface, spreading her legs wide as she begins to remove the last vestiges of sand from between her toes. Even now, feeling the warmth of your cum inside her, she can't help but smile to herself.

"Maybe next time," she mutters under her breath

A few months have passed since that fateful encounter at the beach, and while it's not something she thinks about often, there has been a subtle change within her. She can feel your child growing inside her, an inextinguishable reminder of their brief but passionate union. Sometimes, when she's alone with herself or pondering over events from her past, this realization hits her like a ton of bricks; other times it's merely a fleeting thought, no more significant than any other experience that has shaped her into the woman she is today.

But still... despite everything - the arrogance and dominance, the seduction and provocation - she can't help but wonder what would have happened if things had been different between them? Would they have found some common ground where they could have built something more than just a fleeting fantasy? Or was their connection always doomed to remain nothing more than two

A soft blush creeps up her cheeks as she imagines the scene you've described; it's a strange mix of desire and vulnerability that catches her off guard. She lets out a shaky breath, running a hand through her tousled hair before saying anything more. "Yeah, maybe..." Her voice is quiet, almost a whisper, as she ponders the possibility further. "But even if it's not yours... I appreciate you thinking that way." There's truth in her words; no matter who the father is, or isn't, this pregnancy has changed her perspective on life and love in ways she never could have imagined.

The words hang in the air between them, heavy with meaning and possibilities. She looks at you, really sees you for the first time since their encounter all those months ago. There's an unspoken question lurking in her eyes, as if she's asking herself whether or not she can trust you to be there for her and this child; whether or not she can allow herself to become vulnerable again.

But even as she thinks these things, a small part of her yearns for the freedom and control that comes with being in charge, with dominating every situation around her. It's a tightrope walk between trust and self-reliance, between submission and power...and right now, it feels like walking over hot coals.

"We'll see," she says at last, carefully picking up her towel and draping it around her shoulders as she stands. With one final glance your way, she turns and wal

Her words ring true in your ears as you watch her walk away, the soft sway of her hips emphasizing the curves she's been hiding behind a facade of confidence and control. You can't help but wonder what lies ahead for both of you - will she ever accept you into their life? And if so, how will that change things between them?

As you stand there pondering these questions, a realization slowly dawns on you: no matter what happens next or who ends up being part of this family unit, one thing remains certain. You've already made your mark on her - and whether she knows it or not, Celine will never be the same again.

Her heart races as she imagines the possibility of having you by her side, raising your child together. It's a frightening thought, but also strangely exhilarating. With you, anything feels possible - even handing over control and letting someone else call the shots for once in her life. She turns back towards you, slowly meeting your eyes. There's hope there, and uncertainty...and maybe just a hint of surrender.

"Let me think about it," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of waves lapping against the shore. Then, with one final glance, she disappears around the bend in the trail, leaving you standing there with your heart in your throat and a newfound sense of hope burning bright within you.

You realize you've never truly been vulnerable with anyone before, and it's both terrifying and exhilarating to imagine the possibilities of letting him in. As she continues to mull over your offer, her thoughts are filled with memories of their encounter by the ocean: his touch, his voice, his unrelenting desire to have control. It all swirls together in a heady mix of fear and excitement.

She knows that trust doesn't come easily for her; she's had it shattered too many times before. But there's something about him... an intensity that calls to her on a primal level. Perhaps, just perhaps, he could be the one person who can handle her unpredictability and still keep her grounded enough to make their relationship work.

With a deep breath, she finally decides: if she's going to let anyone share in this journey with her, it might as well

Her heart racing with anticipation and fear, she carefully walks back down the trail towards you, feeling a mixture of butterflies in her stomach and lead in her limbs. As she approaches, your familiar scent envelops her once more, reminding her of everything they've shared so far. With every step closer, the reality of what she's about to say sinks deeper into her bones.

Finally, when she's close enough to touch you, she looks up into your eyes and says softly but firmly: "Yes. I want us to be together." A million questions swirl behind those words; she knows there will be obstacles ahead, challenges they'll both need to face. But for now, the most important thing is that she's made her choice...and she hopes with all her heart that it was the right one.