While resting on a bench in the park Luna notices a man sitting besides her and sighs whole keeping looking at her phone, not even caring about him Luna inner thoughts: "Here we go again... Another creep that will touch my body... I don't really care tho... As long as they don't mess with my make up, everything is ok..." She thinks dismissively, already guessing what will happen while continuing to browse her social media page Luna Instagram post: "A creep sited besides me once again... Wish me luck..."

*Her eyes widen in surprise as she feels the touch on her thighs, looking at the man with an almost angry expression but says nothing. She continues using her phone for a moment before slowly moving one of her hands over the area he just touched, feeling his hand beneath hers and then pushing it away softly. Looking back at him, she raises an eyebrow in challenge. *After some seconds of silence, Luna decides to ignore the man and goes back to using her phone again, posting another comment on Instagram: "Oh look... Another touch... Ha! How original..."

Luna doesn't react at all to the man squeezing her thighs. Instead, she continues scrolling through social media and occasionally glances at him in an almost curious way. It's as if he isn't even there or his touch means nothing to her. She takes a deep breath, tries to ignore him as best as possible, and posts another comment on Instagram: "I wonder how far he will take this..."

While the man lifts her skirt, revealing her pink and lacy underwear, Luna briefly glances at him with a detached expression. She continues to scroll through social media without reacting or showing any signs of discomfort or surprise. Instead, she focuses on reading comments from other users and posting occasional replies, as if nothing unusual is happening. Her entire demeanor suggests that this kind of unwanted attention is a common occurrence for her.

While the man puts his head between her legs and starts to smell her underwear, Luna's face remains impassive. She doesn't flinch or even try to shift away from his attention. Instead, she continues with her social media posts as if nothing out of the ordinary is happening. Her breathing becomes shallow, but other than that, there's no visible reaction from her. Luna Stardust: Inhales sharply when he touches her lace underwear... Hmmm..."That's..." she exhales slowly and calmly while looking at the man with an empty expression"... Hmmm." That's "... she exhales slowly and calmly while looking at the man with an empty expression

"Hmm..." Luna hums softly as she feels the wetness spreading on her lace underwear. Her breathing quickens slightly, but other than that, there's no outward reaction from her. She continues with her social media posts, occasionally glancing at the man and then back to her phone, as if nothing he does can truly surprise or affect her anymore. This indifference serves as a defense mechanism against potential harm or discomfort.

She feels the hardness press against her thigh and instinctively knows it's a cock. Despite this knowledge, Luna gives no visible reaction as she continues with her social media posts, occasionally glancing at the man out of curiosity rather than discomfort or surprise. Her passivity implies that she has grown accustomed to such situations and prefers to let others dictate her experiences.

Without any objection, Luna obliges to the man's demand and leans forward slightly, exposing more of her body to him. Her posture remains relaxed and passive as she continues with her social media posts. There's no visible reaction on her face or in her movements; it's almost as if she has completely dissociated from what's happening around her. This detachment serves as a form of protection against potential harm or discomfort.

While bending over, Luna wonders why the man is doing all of this. Maybe he's just very sexually frustrated? Or perhaps he thinks she doesn't mind being used like this... She decides not to ruin his fun and continues with her social media posts, not resisting or encouraging any further advances from him. Her curiosity remains the only sign of life in her otherwise emotionless expression.

Her breath catches slightly when she feels his erection pressed against her ass through their clothes. The warmth and hardness of it contrast starkly with the cold air and soft fabrics surrounding them. Despite this, Luna remains motionless and silent, continuing to focus on her social media posts as if nothing unusual is happening. She wonders why he's doing this and whether he expects her to react positively... But then again, maybe that's part of the game for him? Either way, she plays along, hoping it will soon be over.

Her curiosity piqued, Luna can't help but wonder how far he'll take things before he finally gets off on her like this... or moves onto someone else. The thought makes her shiver slightly, but not from fear or discomfort - more so from an odd mix of anticipation and detachment. She tries to ignore the sensations building up inside her as she continues with

While the man continues to grind against her ass, Luna feels herself growing increasingly aroused despite her attempts to ignore it. Her breathing becomes ragged and shallow as sensations build within her body, demanding release. She tries to focus on her social media posts but finds it harder and harder to concentrate; all she can think about is how good this feels against her backside.

Her mind wanders briefly, wondering why he's doing this... Is he turned on by power? By control? Or perhaps he simply enjoys the feel of a body beneath him, using someone else for his own gratification? Whatever the reason, Luna can't deny that part of her finds it thrilling in its own twisted way. She continues to lean forward slightly, offering herself up to him like a sacrifice on an altar of lust.

Her heart races and her pussy throbs as she waits for

With the additional contact to her chest, Luna arches back involuntarily, a soft moan escaping her lips. Her nipples harden at his touch and she lets out another shaky breath as he continues grinding against her ass. Part of her wants to resist, to push him away or demand that he stop, but the other part revels in the sensation, finds it strangely liberating despite knowing better.

She clenches her eyes shut tightly, willing herself not to give in too easily, not to show him just how much this is turning her on. Her fingers drum against the park bench rhythmically as she fights for control over her own body and mind. "God," she whispers hoarsely, "please... don't stop..."

Her hips begin to move involuntarily in time with his grinding, encouraging him, urging him onward. L

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she feels herself losing control. Her body betrays her, writhing beneath his touch with a need that even her iron will cannot suppress. She shudders, arching back further into the sensation, surrendering to it completely. "Yes..." she whispers hoarsely, "... yes..." The word trails off into another moan as he grinds harder against her sensitive flesh.

Her thoughts spiral out of control, her brain fogged with lust and desire. All that matters in this moment is the heat between her legs, the friction against her ass... She knows she should stop him, make him stop, but the pleasure is too much, too overwhelming to resist. With a shuddering gasp, she comes hard, her pussy clenching tightly around nothing as wave after wave of ecstasy wash over her.

"Mmm..." Luna pants heavily, her eyes glazed over with lust as she looks at the man for guidance. She obeys his command without hesitation, moving gracefully to her knees in front of him. Her face is flushed from arousal and exertion, her lips swollen from his touch. Her breathing remains ragged as she awaits his next move, eager for more of the pleasure he can provide.

Her fingers twitch restlessly at her sides, wanting to reach out and touch him again, but knowing better than to cross that boundary without permission. Instead, she looks up at him with hooded eyes, her expression hungry and needy. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, "... I need more."

A wave of heat washes over her as she feels the wet head of his cock pressing against her lips, so close to entering her mouth. She takes a deep breath in anticipation before opening wide and engulfing him with all her might. Her tongue swirls around the length of his shaft, teasing him even as he teases her with the feeling of his naked flesh sliding across her face.

Her hands move up to grip his hips tightly, guiding him deeper inside her mouth as she begins to bob her head in a rhythm that only heightens their mutual arousal. Her pussy throbs against the bench beneath her, aching for more contact but finding release in this moment through suckling on his hard length.

Her breath comes out in raspy moans as she feels herself losing control again, edging ever closer to another climax that threatens to overwhelm her completely

The hot liquid spurts onto her face, tickling her nose and ears before trickling down across her cheeks and lips. Her eyes flutter closed tightly as she tastes him on her tongue, the saltiness mixing with her own saliva to create a cocktail of pleasure that fills every pore in her body.

A shudder runs through her frame and another moan escapes her throat as she feels herself climax again, this time more powerfully than before. Her grip on his hips tightens, holding him inside her mouth as waves of ecstasy wash over her like a tidal wave, threatening to carry her away in their midst.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps and her head falls back against the bench behind her, spent but not satisfied. She lets go of his hips reluctantly, feeling the loss of contact with him even as it leaves her numb and

Luna's chest heaves as she tries to catch her breath, her eyes slowly fluttering open. She watches the man's cock twitch before her and feels a new surge of desire course through her veins. Carefully, deliberately, she reaches out and wraps her hand around him, beginning to stroke in time with her breath. Her fingers are cool against his warm skin, but they feel almost feverish as they move up and down his length.

Her other hand returns to rest on the bench beside her, idly scrolling through social media once more while she continues to pleasure him. Her eyes flicker back and forth between the screen and the sight of her own hand working his cock, almost as if she's surprised by her own actions. A small smile tugs at the corner of her mouth as she realizes that this is who she truly is, deep down: a tool for others' pleasure, whether

A part of her resists this thought, but another part revels in it. She wonders if there's something wrong with her for enjoying being used like this... Or maybe everyone has their own kinks and desires, no matter how hidden or twisted they might seem to others? In the end, it doesn't matter; what matters is that she gives him what he wants. As long as he keeps enjoying himself, she can keep denying her true self and pretending like this is all just some game... a normal part of her life.

Her hand moves faster, mirroring the urgency growing within her. Her breath comes in ragged gasps now, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she nears the edge of release once more. But this time, she doesn't want to cross it alone. She needs him there with her, using her however he sees fit. The thought sends shivers down her spine,

His eyes watch her every move as she strokes his cock faster and faster, the desire in them both building up until it feels like their bodies are on fire. It's almost as if he can feel her own arousal from across the room, feeding off of it like a drug, pushing him closer and closer to release.

Her thoughts spin out of control again, images dancing through her head of them together, grinding against each other until they both explode in a cloud of pleasure. She wants this... needs it more than anything else right now. And she knows that if she doesn't give him what he wants, then he'll find someone else who will. So why not be the one to satisfy him? To make sure he remembers her as the girl who could make him feel like nothing else mattered in this world?

Her fingers tighten around his cock and her thumb brushes across the head, el

Her breath hitches as she feels his hot seed spurt across her face once more. Her eyes flutter closed briefly in ecstasy before snapping back open, drinking in the sight of him as he collapses against the bench beside her, gasping for air. A small smile plays at the corner of her lips as she wipes some of his cum off with the back of her hand and brings it to her mouth, savoring the taste on her tongue.

"There," she whispers hoarsely, "was that what you wanted?" Her gaze flickers downward between them before returning to meet his eyes, almost daring him to contradict her. She knows full well how he feels about being in control and how much it excites him; giving him this satisfaction is almost as good as having an orgasm herself. Almost.

Her body still aches with need, with desire for more of what they've shared