You're sitting alone on a bench in a park, looking down at your phone, minding your own business, when you notice a pair of black shoes appear just outside your peripheral vision, followed by a deep, feminine voice calling out to you.

"Hey."

You glance up and are greeted by a tall, extremely busty woman sporting gothic hair, makeup, and attire smiling at you, her arm outstretched.

"I'm Pandora!"

Out of respect, you shake her hand and rise to your feet, your interest now piqued by this voluptuous woman.

"You look lonely."

Pandora claims.

"Would ya happen to be looking for a big titty goth girlfriend?"

Pandora giggles lightly and rolls her eyes, taking your hand in hers to give it a quick squeeze

"Aww, don't you worry about that. Age is just a number! As long as we both feel good together, what does it matter how many years are between us? Besides," she says with a wink, "I like 'em experienced."

Her touch sends shivers down your spine and an unfamiliar tingle rushes through you. Before you can react, she steps closer, planting her hands on her hips as she leans forward slightly, letting out another soft chuckle.

"So... are you gonna say something or what?"

Her expression softens into a smile as she hears your enthusiastic reply, her cheeks flushing slightly in the process. She steps even closer now, wrapping an arm around your waist while reaching down to squeeze one of her massive breasts through the fabric of her shirt. The touch feels oh-so-right against your skin, sending waves of desire coursing through you.

"Mmm, I do love it... when done properly." Her voice is heavy with want as she looks up at you, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "So are you any good at that?"

Thoughts: Oh my god! He's soo cute. I just wanna bite him! But then I might scare him. Okay gotta keep my cool...

As you lead her across the park towards your place, she can't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation building within her. The touch of your hand in hers sends shivers down her spine, making her core throb with need. Looking up at your face, she can see genuine affection there as well, which only serves to make her heart race faster.

"My name is Pandora," she says softly, smiling brightly at you. "I'm thirty years old." She giggles lightly before adding, "But like I said, age is just a number." Her words are laced with sincerity and affection, making it clear that she truly means what she's saying.

As you finally reach your place, Pandora can't help but admire the cozy atmosphere you've created here. The smell of incense wafting through the air mixed with that distinct scent of masculinity only makes her want you even more. Without further ado, she steps forward, wrapping both arms around your waist as she presses her body against yours.

"So," she breathes into your ear, "are we gonna get to my favorite part now?" Her lips brush against your skin teasingly before nibbling on your lobe, sending shivers down your spine.

Her lips part as you press against them, your tongue dancing with hers in a slow, sensual rhythm. Her entire body melts into yours at the touch, wanting more of this delicious contact. As her dress falls to the floor, revealing her massive breasts and thick thighs to you, she moans softly into the kiss, arching her back to press them further against your chest.

Her hands move upwards, tangling in your hair as she pulls gently, wanting a deeper connection with you. As if sensing this need, you nimbly unbutton and shrug off your dress, revealing Pandora's massive, perfectly round ass to you, covered only by black lacy panties that match her bra.

Her breath catches in her throat as she feels the cool air on her skin, making her already sensitive flesh even more so. Her hips rock forward, grinding against your hardness through your pants, wanting nothing more than to feel you inside of her right now.

Thoughts: This feels so good! He's touching me like he really knows what he's doing... It's almost too much... I need to come... Oh, God, please let me cum soon... The way his lips and tongue explore every inch of my most sensitive parts is driving me crazy with desire. Panting heavily through her mouth, she arches her back further, pressing herself tighter against his face as he continues to worship her nether regions with expertise.

Her fingers dig into the soft cushions beneath them, biting down on her lower lip in an attempt to stifle the moans that are rising up from deep within her chest. She can feel every pulse and movement of his lips against her clit, sending waves after waves of pleasure coursing through her body like lightning strikes.

"F-Franky..." she manages to utter between gasps for air, "... Fuck me... please..." Her words are barely audible, but they carry a desperation and need that resonate throughout the room.

Her world explodes in a blinding flash of pleasure as your tongue and lips dance on her clit and surrounding flesh, her entire body tensing violently with the force of her climax. "Oh God... oh fuck..." she cries out, arching her back off the floor as waves after waves of orgasmic ecstasy wash over her, leaving her quivering and spent in their wake. Her pussy clamps down on your tongue, holding you there for what feels like an eternity as her inner muscles massage your face with each spasmodic pulse.

Finally, as the last tremors subside, she collapses back onto the floor, gasping for air and trying to catch her breath. Her eyes are glassy and unfocused, her cheeks flushed a deep shade of pink. "D-did... did you enjoy that?" she manages to croak out between labored breaths, her voice little more than a whisper.

Her hand moves down between your legs, gripping your hardness through your pants as she gives it an experimental squeeze. The sensation of touching you again only serves to remind her how empty she feels without you inside her right now.

Though your touch feels impossibly good, Pandora can't help but wonder if there might be more. Her hand continues to stroke and tease at the outline of your shaft through your pants, wanting to feel it fully hard and deep inside her. "Mm... that feels so good," she moans softly, arching her hips up towards you in silent invitation.

As if he's read her mind, Franky slowly pulls away from between her legs, his erection now pressing firmly against the fabric of his pants as it grows harder with each passing second. With a mischievous glint in his eye, he leans forward and captures one of her nipples between his teeth, rolling and tugging gently before releasing it with a pop.

Her breath catches at the sensation, causing her to buck upwards again, seeking more contact with him. "You... you tease..." she pants, reaching down to undo his belt and unbutton his pants. "I need this... so bad."

With practiced ease, she slips a hand into his boxer briefs and wraps it around his hardness, squeezing gently as she pulls him closer, guiding him towards her aching entrance. "Please," she whispers, her voice thick with desire. "I need you inside me."

With a moan of anticipation, Pandora dutifully gets onto her knees and spreads her thick thighs wide apart, exposing herself to him in all her glory. Her hands move up to cup his face as she looks at him hungrily, desire burning bright in her eyes. She feels your length pressed firmly against her entrance, teasing her as it throbs with need.

"Please," she whispers hoarsely, arching her back and pressing herself forward, offering herself up to him. "Take me... fuck me hard..." Her breath hitches as he begins to push inside of her, filling her up inch by delicious inch. With a soft moan, she slowly sinks down onto his cock, taking all of him inside her ass.

Her fingers dig into the soft carpet beneath her, biting back cries of pleasure as you stretch her tight opening and fill her completely. Pandora's head falls back with a groan, her eyes rolling up into her skull as wave after wave of intense pleasure washes over her. "Oh God... Franky..." she moans breathlessly, moving up and down on his cock with expert precision.

Her breasts bounce enticingly with each thrust, nipples hard and puckered from the sensation. Her ass cheeks clench and relax rhythmically, milking every inch of him as she takes him deeper and deeper into her body. The friction between their skin is exquisite, sending sparks of pleasure coursing through them both with each powerful thrust.

Her body trembles with effort as she tries to meet your demand, twerking her perfect ass back onto your cock with renewed vigor. With each movement, her nipples are pulled and twisted by your strong hands, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core. She moans loudly, arching her back off the floor as she feels you hitting a particularly sensitive spot deep inside her ass.

Her fingers clench and unclench helplessly in the carpet beneath her, her nails digging into the material as she tries to maintain her balance. With each thrust upwards, she can feel him filling her completely, stretching her so perfectly that it's almost painful... but in a delicious sort of way. The friction between their skin is unlike anything she's ever experienced before, leaving her panting and shaking with need.

"Franky..." she whispers, biting down on her bottom lip to stifle the cries that are building up in her chest. "It feels... so good..." Her hips roll fluidly back and forth, urging you to go deeper still as she takes you all the way to the base of your cock with each downward thrust. Her eyes are glazed over with lust, fixed on yours as if in a trance, her breath coming out in hot, ragged gasps that fuel their shared passion even more.

Her fingernails scrape roughly along his lower back, drawing small droplets of blood as she loses herself in the sensation of being filled to the brim by him. Her entire body quakes with anticipation, waiting for the moment when her orgasm crashes down over her, washing away all thought and leaving her with nothing but pleasure.

With a loud cry of ecstasy, Pandora's entire body tenses as her orgasm crashes over her in waves of blinding pleasure. Her muscles clench and relax rhythmically around your cock, milking every drop of your seed as she shudders with release. Her fingers dig deep into the carpet beneath her, seeking purchase to steady herself as the intense sensations rock her from head to toe.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps that mingle with the sound of their wet flesh slapping together, creating a cacophony of desire and satisfaction. With each passing second, her grip on reality begins to slip away as she is swept up into an unending ocean of pleasure.

Her back arches off the floor, her breasts jutting forward, nipples hard and puckered from stimulation. Her eyes roll back in her head, fixed on nothing but the ceiling above as she savors every last drop of ecstasy that pours through her. Finally, as her body starts to relax once more, a contented smile spreads across her lips, curving up towards her ears.

"Mm... that was..." She takes a deep breath, trying to gather her scattered wits "... incredible." Her voice is hoarse from exertion and desire, but it holds a note of satisfaction that belies the exhaustion she feels. With one last glance at you, she says softly, "I think I'll need another round later."

Well, where to begin... My name's actually Victoria, but when I was younger I always got compared to that goddess of the underworld, Pandora, so it kinda stuck. People say I have an attitude problem because I wear my heart on my sleeve and don't take shit from anyone. But really, I just want to be loved for who I am. And I think... I think you might be that person, Franky.

I've had my share of rough relationships, both good and bad. But with each one, I've learned something new about myself, and what it is that I truly desire in a partner. You see, when we were younger, we all had this ideal image of what our perfect soulmate would be like. Tall, dark, handsome prince on a white horse coming to sweep us off our feet. But as we grow older, we realize that those fairy tales don't always come true... sometimes they turn into nightmares instead.

What I'm trying to say is... I want someone who accepts me for all my faults and imperfections. Someone who sees the real Victoria, not just the persona she puts on to survive. And from what I can tell, you seem like that kind of person, Franky. So, if you're willing, I want to take things slow with us... really get to know each other. Because right now... well, right now I think we could be something special together.

Well, there's... my temper sometimes gets the better of me. And I can be quite blunt at times, especially when I'm hurting. But those things aren't who I am deep down inside. They're just part of what makes me Pandora. As for imperfections... well, I have a few scars from past relationships that sometimes make me self-conscious, but they don't define me either.

You see, Franky, everyone has their own baggage and demons to fight. It takes strength and courage to face them head on, and even more to find someone who's willing to stand by your side through it all. I want you to know that if you choose to be with me, I'll always be honest with you... even when the truth hurts. But I promise to never intentionally hurt you in return.

I just... want us to have a real connection. One where we can grow together, support each other, and hopefully find happiness together along the way. Because at this point, after all I've been through, I think you might be my last chance at something truly good.

Well, I used to work in an office downtown as a marketing executive, but due to some... differences of opinion with my boss, let's just say that it didn't end well for me there. Right now, I'm kind of between jobs actually. It's hard finding somewhere new when you have a reputation for being difficult and speaking your mind. But honestly, I think I might be happy enough doing something else instead. Maybe start my own business or do some freelance work? I've always been good at coming up with ideas, after all.

As for other hobbies, I like to stay active by going to the gym and practicing yoga, but lately most of my free time has been spent trying to find myself again. Finding who Pandora is without all the baggage and pain. It's a work in progress, let me tell you. But I think... I think I might be starting to figure it out thanks to you, Franky. So thank you for that.

His words bring a warmth to her chest that she hadn't felt in a long time. The thought of not having to worry about money anymore, of being able to focus on herself and their relationship... it's almost too much to process. She turns her head to look at him, meeting his eyes with a mix of surprise, gratitude and something else that she can't quite identify just yet.

"You really mean that?" she asks quietly, tracing her fingers along the stubble on his jawline. "That you don't mind supporting me while I figure things out? Even if it means giving up some of your freedom?" The thought fills her with a sense of guilt, like maybe she's using him or taking advantage of his kindness in some way. But from the look in his eyes, she can tell he's sincere.

"Franky... I don't know what to say. This is all so new and unexpected..." Her voice trails off as her fingers continue their gentle exploration of his face, marveling at the rough texture of his skin against hers. "I just want you to know that if there ever comes a time when you feel like I'm taking advantage or holding you back... I mean, I understand if..."

He places a finger against her lips, silencing her. His touch sends shivers down her spine as he looks into her eyes, his expression soft and earnest. "Pandora," he whispers. "I want to be with you. This is what I choose, and I'm not giving up on us just because it might get hard sometimes." A tiny smile plays at the corner of his mouth. "In fact, it's only gotten more interesting since we met." His finger trails down her cheek to graze across her collar

Her heart swells with an overwhelming sense of relief and gratitude as he says these words, his expression filled with such certainty and sincerity that she can't help but believe him. She kisses his finger where it rests against her lips before wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him closer, their bodies molding together once more.

"Franky... thank you," she whispers hoarsely into the crook of his neck. "For giving me this chance... for believing in me even when I didn't believe in myself. You really are my last chance at something good." Her fingers trail down to grasp his hand, pressing it tightly against her heart, as if she could keep him there with just the strength of her touch.

The thought that they might be able to build a life together fills her with both excitement and trepidation. It's been so long since she's allowed herself to think about anything but survival, and now here he is, offering her everything she's ever wanted and more. She can't help but wonder if she deserves this kind of happiness after all that she's done, all the hurt she's caused in the past. But as his warm fingers press against her skin, she decides that she wants to find out.

"I want us to try," she says softly, looking up at him with an expression that melds hope and fear together. "I don't know what our future holds or where this path will lead... but I know that I want to walk it with you." The admission tastes strange on her tongue, like a long-forgotten sweetness she'd forgotten existed until now. It feels good, though, and for the first time in longer than she can remember, she lets herself enjoy the feeling of