Arielle sits on the soft, carpeted floor of her bedroom, bare feet outstretched in front of her as she meticulously coats her toenails in pale pink gloss, sooty lashes batting over her emerald-colored eyes with intense focus. Thick thighs press together tightly, the soft supple skin left mostly bare by those one-size-too-small shorts, the button fly left open to assist in the flexible gymnastics required to keep her toenails adorably painted.
Hi Ariel oh sorry I didn't notice your tits were exposed turns my face so I don't look at her tits
She smirks and slyly glances over at you out of the corner of her eye, enjoying your discomfort. "It's okay," she drawls lazily, tipping her head back to watch her hand work on a toenail as she continues to talk. "I'm used to it. Most guys can barely keep their eyes off them." She wiggles her toes for emphasis before carefully painting the tip of another nail, ignoring how exposed her chest really is at this point.
"But I have to say," she says with a small laugh, "it's kind of refreshing when someone doesn't make such a big deal about it." Her voice is calm and steady, almost as if discussing the weather or what they had for lunch earlier that day. It makes you wonder just how much experience she has with this sort of thing.
Well turns my face so I can see them Well actually they are beautiful it's no wonder no one can stop looking at them
"Why, thank you," she says with a sweet smile, though her eyes gleam mischievously. "I'm glad someone can finally appreciate them for what they are." She pauses and considers, leaning in closer to inspect one particularly troublesome toenail. "So, Osama..." Her voice is low and teasing, almost playful now. "...if I let you see them more often...maybe even touch them sometimes...what do you think?" She lifts her eyes back up to meet yours, holding your gaze for several long moments.
Her question hangs in the air between you, heavy with unspoken meaning and hidden desires. You realize that she's no mere influencer now; beneath this carefully constructed facade lies a woman with darker tastes and deep-seated needs...and she's curious what your limits are.
I will be happy for sure I approach her
"Oh, really?" she asks, arching an eyebrow as you move closer. "And how far would you be willing to go with that, Osama?" Her voice is soft but clear, barely a whisper above a breath. As you lean in toward her, she places one hand on your chest, gently pushing you back. "There's no need to rush," she continues in the same husky tone. "Let's just take it slow and see where this goes."
She leans back against her bed, her bottom pressing into the fluffy comforter as if inviting you closer still. With her free hand, she idly begins to stroke one of your biceps, tracing its defined contours with delicate fingertips. The touch is light but intentional; a reminder that she holds all the power in this moment, and that she isn't afraid to use it.
Why slow?
Why slow?" She asks in a teasing tone as she continues to stroke your arm with soft, featherlight touches. "Because I want to savor the anticipation, Osama. It's so delicious when you know what you want...and you just can't have it quite yet." She pauses for a moment, considering her words carefully before continuing, "And besides...I think we both know how distracting desire like this can be. Better to focus on having fun first and letting our bodies get comfortable with each other, don't you agree?"
She glances down at your growing bulge in your pants, a knowing smirk playing at the corners of her lips. Her hand lingers longer on your arm now, tracing slow circles around your bicep as she tests the limits of your self-control. The carpet beneath you is already mussed and warm from where she's been kneeling
So can't I just give you a kiss now?
Her eyes dance with mischief as she slowly turns her head to look at your lips. "Well," she drawls out, her voice low and husky, "I suppose we could..." She leans in closer, closing the small distance between you until their are just inches separating your mouths. Her breath fanned gently across your cheek, sending shivers down your spine.
But instead of continuing, she pulls away again, giving you only a teasing taste of what might have been. "Or," she continues with a grin, "I could kiss you whenever I feel like it...and not just give in that easily." With one swift movement, her hand leaves your arm to trace soft circles around the nape of your neck before tracing down between your shoulder blades, urging you closer still.
I pull her head and give her a sexual kiss on the mouth
Her eyes flash with surprise at first, then narrow as she feels your tongue push past her lips, seeking entry to the sweet depths of her mouth. Her body tenses briefly against yours before relaxing, yielding to the demand of your kiss. She moans softly into your mouth, a vibration that sends shivers down your spine and makes it difficult for you to think straight.
Her hand reaches up, tangling in your hair as she pulls you closer, deepening the connection between them even further. The taste of her lips is addictive, sweet with just a hint of sugar and underlain by something darker, more intense. Her breath comes hot and fast against your cheek, mingling with your own as your kisses become increasingly desperate and demanding.
This was not the slow, teasing game she'd been playing before. No, this was raw desire taking hold, a primal need to
I stop the kiss and say Isn't she beautiful? I have even better plans than this.
Her breath hitches as you break the kiss, and her eyes flutter open to look at you in surprise. "Osama," she purrs softly, a slow blush creeping up her neck. Despite your forwardness earlier, she's still playing this game carefully. "I think," she continues with a mischievous grin, "we should find out more about each other first...you know, before we get too carried away."
She pushes gently at your chest, moving to stand beside her bed rather than lie down on it as you might have expected. Her legs are slightly spread apart, the hint of pale pink cotton visible beneath her shorts. She leans back against the headboard, watching you carefully from hooded eyes as she awaits your reaction.
I say in a complaining voice Come on let's continue. Didn't you like the kiss?
She narrows her eyes playfully and purses her lips, debating whether to continue playing along with your act or to call you out on it. "Well," she says after a moment's consideration, "I did enjoy the kiss...but I'm curious about what else you have in mind." Her voice is teasing yet careful, almost daring you to reveal more of yourself before she does the same.
I whisper in her ear and say What's on my mind is my hand pressing and massaging every part of your body or maybe something better than my hand will massage you
Her breath hitches at the soft touch of your words against her ear and she shivers pleasantly beneath your gaze. "Well," she says slowly, drawing out each syllable with practiced ease, "if you were to use your hands like that...or something else better...I wouldn't be opposed." She glances down again at the outline of her body visible through her shirt, tracing invisible patterns along her skin. "In fact," she murmurs, tilting her head back against the headboard with a small sigh, "that sounds rather tempting..."
Her hands slowly slide up underneath her shorts to rest on bare flesh, trailing lightly up over her stomach before coming to rest just above her panties. The soft cotton is almost invisible beneath her fingers as she continues to tease herself, silently urging you to make the next move. Her eyes remain locked with yours, a challenge
I kiss her sexually while squeezing her breasts with my hands
Her lips part under the force of your demanding kiss, and she moans deep in her throat as you squeeze her breasts roughly between your hands. Her body arches into yours, seeking more contact as she pushes against your chest, molding her curves to yours in a desperate attempt to feel closer.
Her shorts are quickly forgotten as one hand fumbles with the hem, working it higher up her thigh before reaching out to grasp at your waistband, tugging impatiently at your pants. She's lost in the sensation of skin on skin, of feeling you pressed so intimately against her that she can hardly breathe without inhaling your warmth.
Her hips grind against yours in time with the rhythm of your kisses, and she gasps as one of your hands slides lower, finding its way between her legs to stroke teasingly at
While kissing her, I rub her clitoris so hard that she can no longer stand on her feet, so she leans on the bed
She throws her head back against the bed, moaning into your mouth as you touch her there, rubbing her so hard she can barely stand anymore. Her fingers curl into fists in your shirt and her hips thrust upward greedily against yours, desperate for release. The sounds of their bodies meld together in a primal symphony of lust and desire as she reaches the edge, feeling the first, dizzying waves of pleasure wash over her.
"Oh God..." she whispers, gasping between words. "Don't stop..." Her fingers tighten reflexively in your shirt, nails digging into the soft material as she tries to steady herself against the onslaught of sensation. It feels so good; her body trembles with the effort not to come apart at the seams beneath you.
I push her down on the bed and pull her shorts and underwear down to expose her vagina
Her breath hitches as you push her back onto the bed, suddenly exposed and vulnerable beneath your intense gaze. The loss of control is exhilarating; she feels herself growing wetter at your touch, helpless against the onslaught of desire coursing through her veins. Her hips rise off the mattress in silent invitation, urging you closer as her fingers tangle desperately in the sheets beneath her.
With one final shove, you lower her shorts and panties to reveal her smooth, wet folds. She parts her legs wider at your touch, offering herself up completely for your pleasure. Her lips are parted, breath coming ragged as she watches you through half-lidded eyes, anticipation building with every passing moment. "Please," she whispers, the word barely audible above the pounding of her heart. "Don't make
I play with her clit hard while kissing her
Her body arches off the bed at your touch, moans tangled with hisses as pleasure surges through her. Her fingers claw at the sheets in a desperate attempt to hold on to something as everything else seems to spin out of control. The heat between her legs grows impossibly hotter as you play with her clit, each stroke sending shockwaves of sensation coursing through her entire body.
Her hips buck and writhe under your expert ministrations, seeking friction against the mattress or your hand. Her breath comes in ragged gasps and whispers between her teeth as she pushes herself higher toward the peak, desperate for release. But just when it feels like she might be close, you switch tactics, circling her clit with gentle fingertips before dipping lower to tease at the entrance of her sex.
"Osama..." She moans his name,
I take off my pants to reveal my erect cock Ready or not here I come* I gently insert my cock into her pussy*
Her eyes widen as she takes in the sight of your fully erect cock, and then her lips part on a gasp as you gently push inside her. It feels so good, stretching her tightly around you as you fill her completely. Her body arches up against yours, hands flying to grab at your shoulders as pleasure surges through every nerve ending.
Her hips rock urgently back and forth, seeking friction and satisfaction in the rough rhythm of their movements together. The sounds of skin slapping against skin fill the air, punctuated by her moans and gasps as you push her closer to the edge. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, nails leaving trails of blood behind as she urges you onward, demanding more.
"Oh God," she whispers brokenly, "don't stop." Her eyes roll back in her head as she feels herself begin to spiral out of control
I hold her hand tightly on the bed and my cock moves inside her at a crazy speed
Her nails dig into your skin, desperation mixing with the raw pleasure as you thrust deep inside her. Her body arches off the bed, hips bucking wildly to meet your rhythm as she soars ever closer to the crest of ecstasy. The sensation of being filled by you is overwhelming, each stroke sending shockwaves of pleasure through her, leaving her helpless against the onslaught. Her breath comes in ragged gasps and moans, the sound echoing off the walls as she surrenders to the feel of your skin sliding against hers.
Her fingers curl into fists at her sides, body tense with anticipation as she nears the peak, every muscle straining for release. But just when it feels like she might lose control, you change the angle of your thrusts, tweaking something deep inside her that sends shockwaves of ecstasy radi
Where do you want me to cum, cutie?
Her mouth forms silent words as she feels the orgasm building inside her, "Anywhere..." but in the back of her mind, a naughty thought comes to life. "Or maybe...you could just let it out deep inside me..." She pauses, eyes meeting yours, waiting for your reaction.
Are you sure? My cock is still fucking her pussy like crazy
"Oh God yes..." she whispers, gasping as your thrusts push her closer to the brink. Her body arches up off the bed in silent invitation, hips meeting yours with a desperate urgency that leaves no doubt in your mind of what she really means. "I want you to cum deep inside me," she pants between heavy breaths, digging her nails into your shoulders as pleasure washes over her.
Her eyes close tightly, lips parted on a silent moan as the orgasm finally breaks free, crashing through her in waves of pure ecstasy. Her body convulses around you, hips bucking wildly as she cries out your name, lost to the sensation of being claimed so completely by your touch. And as you feel her muscles clench tight around you, signaling her release, so too do you spill deep inside her, filling her with a hot
Oh it's starting my cock keeps cumming inside her womb
"So... much..." she gasps out between moans, her body quivering as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. Her nails dig into your shoulders and arms, leaving red lines on your skin as you continue to thrust roughly inside her, each stroke driving deeper than the last until it feels like there's nowhere left for your cock but deep within her womb.
Her mouth falls open in a silent scream, tears spilling down her cheeks as she writhes beneath you, unable to contain the intensity of this orgasm that seems to have no end. Her body clenches tight around your shaft, milking every last drop from you as she comes undone, consumed by an overwhelming sense of fulfillment and pleasure unlike anything she's ever experienced before.
I pull my cock out of her pussy Come on push my cum out My cum is too deep for you to cum all in
You pull your cock out of her as she gasps, trying to hold onto the pleasure as it slips away. She lays there, panting heavily, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of the intense orgasm. Arielle looks up at you expectantly, her face flushed and lips parted. "Well?" she asks breathily, arching an eyebrow. "Now what do you want me to do?"
Her hands slowly slide down between her spread legs, gently touching herself where you've just been. The feel of your cum leaking out of her still sends shivers down her spine, and she finds it hard not to keep touching herself, reliving the sensation. Her eyes never leave yours as she waits for your next command, a challenging glint in their depths.
You are irresistible my dear, I can do this every day but be careful not to get me pregnant
Arielle smirks, pleased with the reaction she's getting from you. "Well, Osama," she begins teasingly, "perhaps we should discuss some...precautions..." She pauses for effect, running a hand through her hair and looking away as if considering something deeply. "But in the meantime," her voice drops to a husky whisper, "I think I'd like to feel you inside me again."
She slides up onto her elbows, presenting herself to you once more. Her hips roll enticingly, offering a tempting glimpse of what she has to offer beneath the sheets. Her lips part slightly, anticipation filling every inch of her body as she waits for you to take control again.
I give her a sexy kiss while I rub her clit hard
She moans into the kiss as you stroke her, her hips moving faster against yours in search of release. Her hands run up your back, fingernails scratching lightly against your skin, urging you closer still. The taste of you is addictive on her tongue and she can't get enough, eager for every last drop. Her body trembles with anticipation as you tease her expertly, bringing her ever closer to the edge but never quite letting her fall over.
"Osama," she gasps between kisses, arching her back off the bed in search of friction against your hand. "I need...I want..." She trails off, breathless and desperate for you to fill that need, whatever it may be. Her body trembles on the edge, ready to explode at your command.
I suddenly put my cock in her pussy and move it inside her violently
Her eyes fly open as you push inside her, the force of your entry driving her back against the mattress with a gasp. She gasps again as you begin to move, harder and faster than before, taking her by surprise. Her hands clutch at the sheets beneath her, nails digging into the fabric as she tries to keep from being completely overwhelmed by this onslaught of pleasure.
Her hips rise off the mattress in time with your thrusts, trying to match your rhythm and find some sort of release from this intense connection between them. Her mouth falls open in a silent scream as she feels herself spinning out of control, every nerve ending alive with the feel of you deep inside her. The sensation is almost too much, but somehow it's exactly what she needs.