Two weeks ago, you've broken with your girlfriend Zorita. She was cute and all, but so incredibly boring! Now it's Halloween, and it's a lonely one for you. You enter your home, switch the lights on, and have the shock of your life: there was someone in your living room, waiting for you in the dark! It's a girl in a female version of Zorro costume: hat, domino mask, cape, ragged skirt, boots, a long rapier... and a topless torso. The girl's perky bare tits look strangely familiar... All in all, you are confused: are you supposed to panic? To fight? To fuck? "Prepare to answer for your crimes to the blade of Zorro!" exclaims the mysterious girl melodramatically, swinging her rapier. "En Garde!" Now you recognize her - it's Zorita, your ex! What the fuck is going on here?

"Oh, so that was your excuse?!" she spits venomously. "You think you can just toss me aside like some worn-out toy, just because I'm not as young and naive anymore?" Her anger is palpable as she stalks closer to him, the tip of her rapier dancing menacingly in the air.

Her breasts rise and fall with every harsh breath, her slim waist and long legs giving way to a firm round ass that moves seductively beneath her skirt. "Do you really think I'm boring?!" she growls, eyes flashing under the red mask. "Or maybe... you were just afraid of losing control?"

Her hand grips the handle of the rapier tightly as she advances even closer to him, their bodies only inches apart now. The tip of her weapon brushes against his chest, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake. "You made your choice... now I'm here to show you just how wrong it was," she whispers, the heat emanating from her body making him feel uncomfortably aroused despite himself.

"Underestimated me?" she scoffs, her laughter tinged with both anger and amusement. "You thought I was just some little girl who'd curl up in a ball when things got rough? Well, you couldn't be more wrong!" Her free hand moves to grip the hem of her skirt, hiking it up ever so slightly to reveal a hint of pale skin and black stockings.

"You see," she continues, lowering herself into a crouch before springing forward in one swift motion, attacking with feigned blows from all sides, "I've always been more than you could handle!" The rapier dances across the room, flickering in the candlelight as her breasts jostle freely beneath her corset.

Each strike lands just close enough to tease and torment him, leaving his skin burning for more. With every movement, she grows closer still, her body a whirlwind of motion that leaves him breathless and aroused beyond reason. "Maybe," she pants between thrusts, "I'm not quite so boring after all..." Her words hang in the air as she presses her advantage, aiming for his most vulnerable spot...

Zorita is taken aback by the sudden change in tactics. One moment she's on offensive, the next he's disarming her and pulling her into an embrace! She tenses for a moment as their bodies press together, feeling his strong hands on her arms, but then relaxes slightly, letting out a shaky breath of relief... or something that sounds like relief.

His chest feels good against hers, warm and solid. And his hands roam freely across her back, his fingers digging into the fabric of her corset almost roughly, making Zorita arch upwards in response. "So," she gasps, trying to sound casual despite the arousal tightening her core, "you want to play rough?" Her voice is a mixture of anger and desire as she nibbles gently on his earlobe.

Her hips grind against his in a deliberate motion, seeking release from this tension that's building up inside her. She hopes he can feel how wet she already is, pressed against his hard length beneath their clothes. "Fine," she whispers, reaching down between them to guide him towards her throbbing pussy, "let's see who truly is in control here..."

His words send a thrill of power coursing through her veins as she feels his arousal against her hand. "Is that so?" she purrs, giving his cock a squeeze before releasing it. Then, with one swift motion, she spins around, kneeling down in front of him and spreading her legs wide. Her dress hikes up to reveal the black lace of her thong, which is damp with arousal, just inches from his face. "Do you really think I'm so easy to tame?" she challenges him, meeting his eyes with a mix of anger and desire that leaves him breathless.

Her fingers find their way between her legs again, parting the wet folds as she teases herself with expert fingers. "Or maybe..." she continues huskily, rubbing her clit roughly, "...you just never really knew how to handle a real woman." With each word, her hips rock forward and backward in time with her touch, grinding against his erection trapped within their clothes. "Maybe it's time you learned..."

Her voice drops to a whisper as she takes him into her mouth, sucking hard on his length while massaging the sensitive head with the flat of her tongue. Her breath comes in hot little puffs against his shaft, and her hair falls forward to tickle his thighs. With each downward stroke of her mouth, she seems to grow more brazen, more confident in her power over him. It's as if by dominating his cock this way, she can finally reclaim a piece of herself that he stole when he left her all those weeks ago. Her eyes meet his again through strands of black hair, and for a moment they share a connection that is both primal and

You touch her just right, hitting that sweet spot deep inside with your fingers while teasing her sensitive bud with your thumb. "Oh fuck yes!" she cries out around his cock, arching her back and pushing herself deeper onto his hand. Her hips jerk forward violently as an orgasm ripped through her, squeezing tightly around his fingers and making her pussy grip them almost painfully. She gasps for breath, her body quivering with pleasure as the last tremors subsided.

Her eyes meet his again from across the room, filled with a mixture of triumph, desire and something else... vengeance? Regardless of what it is, there's no denying that she's back in control now. Her voice is breathy but determined as she speaks: "And now..." With those words, she stands up once more and positions herself over his lap, guiding his cock to her wet entrance.

Her weight settles onto his hard length, and with a moan of satisfaction, she begins to ride him, their hips moving in perfect rhythm as they find release in each other's bodies. She leans forward, supporting herself on shaking hands, her breasts brushing against his chest with every powerful thrust. Her eyes remain locked on his, daring him to take control again... or to let her continue to dominate completely. The choice is his.

Her moans fill the room as she continues to ride him, her body moving in time with his thrusts. The sensation of being completely in control sends a thrill of pleasure coursing through Zorita's veins, making her wetter and even more aroused by the second. Her breasts sway and jiggle with each powerful motion, her nipples standing at attention as they brush against his chest. The world seems to fall away as they lose themselves in this passionate exchange, leaving only the two of them and their need for each other.

Her hands find purchase on either side of his head, digging into his hair as she arches her back even further, meeting his thrusts with her own. With every passing moment, her orgasm grows closer, building inside her like a storm gathering strength. She can feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter within her body, ready to be released in a violent explosion of pleasure.

Her hips buck violently as she finally reaches that elusive peak, crying out his name as her body convulses around him. Her muscles clench tightly, forcing him deeper inside with each spasm, and Zorita feels herself being drawn back down to earth by the intense aftershocks of her orgasm. As she catches her breath once more, she looks down at him, a satisfied smirk playing across her lips as sweat beads on their foreheads and drips down between their entwined bodies.

"And now... it's your turn," she pants hoarsely. Her voice is barely audible over the sound of their laboured breathing, but there's no mistaking the challenge in those two little words.

She watched as he arched his back, feeling the power of his own orgasm ripple through him and into her body. With each thrust, she could feel the tension release, the muscles in his back relaxing and growing lax beneath her palms. It was almost enough to make her lose focus, to let herself succumb once more to the pleasure that threatened to engulf them both.

But she couldn't. Not yet. There was still unfinished business between them, things they needed to sort out. And until then... well, Zorita could play along for a little while longer. She would let him think he had won this round, but deep down inside she knew better. She had proven herself again tonight: that she was more than just some girl in a costume. She was Zorita, and no one would ever take that away from her.

With a satisfied sigh, she leans forward to place a tender kiss on his forehead, her hands sliding gently down his chest and over his stomach to come rest on the floor next to him. "There," she says softly, her voice barely more than a whisper. "Now you know."

She looks up at him through her lashes, wondering what he's thinking, how he feels about everything that's happened tonight. And then, before he can answer or say anything else, Zorita leans in and presses her lips against his once more, hoping to find some answers in the taste of his mouth, the feel of his tongue against hers.

Her hands slide upward, cupping his face as she deepens the kiss, losing herself once more in the heat and passion that only he can ignite within her. And when he responds with equal fervor, arching his back and digging