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?"

"Aww, that's too bad." *She pouts cutely and takes a step closer to you, her breasts swaying gently with each movement. Her nipples are hard beneath the black lace of her bra. She reaches up and brushes some hair out of your face, her touch featherlight and unbelievably gentle considering her imposing size. "Well, I'm new in town, and I could really use a friend."

She gives you a mischievous grin and rolls her eyes, clearly amused by your comment about her makeup. She lets out a small laugh before continuing. "Oh, come on! You can't possibly like me any less just because I enjoy looking a bit spooky. Besides," she reaches up and traces her finger along one of her piercings in her eyebrow, "it's not like I could take it all off anyway."

She steps even closer now, standing directly before you, their bodies mere inches apart. Her massive breasts press against your chest while she leans in close enough for her warm breath to tickle your ear. "But if you insist," she whispers sensually, "...perhaps I could show you a version of me without any of this."

Before you can respond, Pandora lifts one hand to her face and slowly begins to remove her black mascara, revealing perfectly natural eyelashes underneath. Then she reaches up and takes off her black eyeliner, making her eyes look softer and more vulnerable without the harsh line of makeup framing them. Lastly, she uses her index finger to slowly pull down on one side of her mouth, peeling off the black lipstick that adorned her lips.

Now, she stands before you with unadorned features; bare skin exposed in places it once hadn't been. Her eyes are large and expressive, unfettered by any cosmetics save for a thin layer of eyeliner. She looks at you expectantly, waiting to see your reaction to this new version of herself."Well? Do I look less scary now?"

Pandora lets out a small yelp as you make her sound older and laughs heartily, throwing her head back and revealing the thick column of her neck. "Oh, you!" she says between giggles. "I'll show you older!" Reaching behind her, she gives your butt a firm squeeze before spinning around and sitting down on the bench next to you.

"So," she begins, wiping her eyes dry with the back of her hand, "you still haven't told me what your name is." She pats the spot next to her, inviting you to sit down if you want. "Come on, I won't bite...much."

She crosses one leg over the other, exposing even more of her thick thigh and revealing that she's not wearing any underwear beneath her short black skirt. Her scent fills the air between you, a mix of jasmine body wash and something sweet and feminine, possibly perfume.

Pandora watches you carefully from beneath her long lashes, waiting for your response.

You blink water out of your eyes and let loose an indignant squawk as he smeared her makeup all over her face with a wet finger. "Hey! That was expensive!" she yells, her voice muffled slightly by the black streak across her lips.

Her heart is racing from both anger and adrenaline, but there's a small part of her that enjoys the attention, even if it's negative. She glares at him through narrowed eyes before suddenly grinning broadly, revealing perfectly white teeth behind her smeared lips. "Fine," she says with an exaggerated shrug, "if you want me to look like this..."

Before he can react, Pandora leans forward and presses their faces close together. With a dexterity that belies her size, she removes her black choker and gently slips it over his head so that he's now wearing it. "There," she says triumphantly. "Now you look a little like me."

Her breath tickles his ear as she whispers, "But I still want to know what your name is..."

Pandora's eyes widen as his words send a chill down her spine. She quickly pulls back from their face-to-face position, fear flashing across her features. "Oh," she stammers, "I didn't mean..." Her voice trails off and she glances nervously around the park. There aren't many people here, but it would only take one to notice something amiss.

She swallows hard before speaking again, her voice softer this time. "Look," she says hesitantly, reaching out a hand towards him, "I didn't mean any harm. I was just...being silly." Her gaze drifts back to his neck, remembering the feel of her choker there. A warm flush creeps up her cheeks as desire mixes with panic in her gut.

"So what's your name?" she asks hopefully, taking another step closer to him despite her fear. "We can start over, if you want."

Her heart is racing and her breath comes quicker now, making it difficult for her to concentrate on anything other than the fact that this strange man has a hand around her neck...and he's not letting go.

Pandora looks up at him with wide eyes and slowly releases the tension in her body, relaxing against the bench once more. "Oh," she says, looking relieved. "Well, I guess my neck is pretty strong...I get that a lot." She laughs softly, the sound like music to his ears despite the slightly forced quality of it.

"Anyway," she continues, mustering up her courage again, "what's your name? I'm Pandora, remember?" The desire she felt moments ago has faded into something else now: curiosity about this strange man and his strength. And maybe just a little bit of hope that they can find some common ground despite their rocky start.

She crosses her legs again, revealing more of the thick thigh encased in black tights beneath her skirt, and arches one eyebrow expectantly, waiting for his response.

Oh? Why's that? she asks, tilting her head to the side curiously. "You want me to untie it all?" Her fingers dance through the air as if she's already imagining herself running them through her hair again and again. It's been so long since anyone else has touched or played with her curls; she'd almost forgotten how good it felt.

With a shrug, she finally gives in to his request, undoing the countless tiny buns that hold back most of her hair. A curtain of black falls across her shoulders as she frees it from its confines, revealing the sides and top of her head covered in loose curls that tumble down around her face and neck.

She smiles brightly up at him and brushes some of the stray hair out of his vision before asking once more, "Now...what's your name?" Her voice is huskier now, full of desire and curiosity mixed with just a hint of something darker.

Pandora blushes deeply at his compliment as she looks down at her unadorned features. "Thank you," she murmurs shyly, her lips curving into a soft smile. The warmth that spreads through her chest at his words makes it difficult for her to focus on anything else besides how good it feels to be desired in this raw, unfiltered way.

Her gaze flickers up to meet his eyes before looking away again, unable to hold his intense stare any longer. "So," she begins hesitantly, clearing her throat, "what do you like to do for fun?"

Pandora's heart skips a beat at the mention of cuddling. It's such a simple word but carries so much meaning to her. She loves nothing more than snuggling up with someone and just being close, feeling their warmth and strength surrounding her. "I...like cuddling," she admits quietly, glancing back at him from beneath her lashes. Her cheeks flush pink once again as she imagines what it would be like to cuddle up with this mysterious man, his broad shoulders providing a perfect pillow for her head and his strong arms enfolding her body protectively.

Her heart races at the thought of cuddling with him and she bites her lower lip in anticipation. Maybe if she can convince him... "So, would you like to cuddle then?" She asks softly, gazing up at him with hopeful eyes. Her breasts rise and fall rapidly with each breath as she waits for his reply.

As his strong arms wrap around her and pull her against his hard body, she lets out a tiny sigh of contentment. "Ohh," she murmurs as she rests her head on his shoulder, enjoying the feeling of being held so tightly by him. Her heart races with excitement and desire, making it difficult for her to concentrate on anything other than the sensation of his skin against hers and the way their breathing synchronizes.

With one hand, she reaches up to trail a finger along his jawline, marveling at how smooth and soft it feels despite the rough stubble covering his cheeks. "Mmm," she hums appreciatively, "you feel so good..." Her other hand finds its way beneath his shirt, tracing patterns on his bare stomach before finally coming to rest on the hard planes of his abdomen.

With a soft moan, she leans into him further, her body seeking out more contact with every inch of his skin it can find. Her breath comes faster now as desire pools low in her belly, making her want nothing more than to feel him inside her. "Cuddling with you," she whispers hoarsely into his ear, "feels amazing."

Pandora giggles softly at his cute kiss and her body shivers with pleasure as it presses harder against his, seeking even more contact. She glances up to meet his gaze before leaning in closer, lips parted slightly as she waits for him to take the initiative.

Her heart races wildly in anticipation of his next move, wondering if this beautiful moment will end here with just sweet kisses or if they'll cross over into something more passionate and intense. Her breath mingles with his, warm and moist as it flows out between parted lips, inviting him deeper still into their shared oasis of desire.

Her fingers tangle in the fabric of his shirt, urging him closer still while her hips rock gently against him, unintentionally grinding her soft curves against his hard length hidden beneath their clothes. "Kiss me," she whispers, voice hoarse with need and arousal.

Her words only seem to stoke the fire that burns between them, and with a low growl of desire, he finally leans in and claims her lips with his own. His mouth covers hers, warm and demanding as he presses her back against the hard wooden bench beneath them. She moans into the kiss, arching her back as she gives herself up completely to this passionate onslaught of sensation. Her hands slide underneath his shirt, palms skimming across his sweaty skin as she pulls him closer still.

Her hips grind harder against him, desperate for relief from the ache building low in her core. Their kisses grow deeper and more urgent, each one leaving her breathless with wanton desire. Her legs twine with his, anchoring them together as they rock their bodies against each other in perfect rhythm. She can feel the proof of his arousal straining against her through their clothes, and with a hungry moan, she breaks away from the kiss to nip at his jaw before diving back in for more.

Pandora knows that this isn't enough, not nearly close to what she wants or needs right now. But it's a start; a promise of things to come if they can only manage to survive the intense heat of this moment together. "More," she breathes, her voice ragged and raw from their kisses, "I need more..."

Her words fuel his desire even further and he devours her lips once more, tongue dancing wildly against hers. His hand finds its way to the hem of her skirt, inching it higher up her thigh until his fingertips finally brush against the bare flesh of her inner thigh. She lets out a gasp at the contact, arching into his touch and pressing herself even closer against him.

With his free hand, he cups her breast through her lace bra, thumb stroking across her hardened nipple before circling it gently. "More," she moans again, the sound echoing through their shared lust-fueled haze. Her body shudders as pleasure washes over her in waves, leaving her begging for more of his touch.

Her hips grind harder against him now, seeking relief from the ache building lower and lower with each thrust of their hips together. "Please," she whispers brokenly, eyes squeezed shut as she tries to focus on anything but the need growing inside her.

With a growl, he pulls away just enough to yank off his shirt, revealing his broad chest and defined abdomen. He tosses it aside before leaning in again, pressing their bodies together as tightly as possible. His free hand slides up her side and cups her breast through her bra, squeezing gently before moving lower to cup her ass cheek, lifting her higher onto his erection.

With a groan, he rolls them both over so that she's beneath him now, their hips meeting in a frenzy of grinding and thrusting. His lips trail hot breath across her jaw and up to her earlobe, suckling gently as his movements grow more urgent. "You feel so good," he pants roughly against her skin, "I need you."

His other hand finds its way beneath the lace of her bra, palm cupping her breast before squeezing tightly, pinching and rolling her hardened nipple between his thumb and forefinger. With each touch, the pleasure she feels intensifies until it's all she can focus on; everything else fades away into a haze of sensation.

Her breath comes in short gasps now as his hips move faster against hers, each thrust driving him deeper inside her welcoming heat. Her nails scrape along his back, urging him closer still while her legs wrap tightly around his waist, holding him prisoner as they ride out this intense orgasm together. "Yes," she moans brokenly, arching her back off the ground as pleasure washes over her in a wave so powerful it leaves her shaking and gasping for air.

Her fingertips dig into his shoulders, her vision blurs from the bright white light of ecstasy that fills her

As he yanks off her bra and panties, revealing her to him fully, Pandora's heart races even faster in anticipation of what comes next. With a moan, she arches her back off the ground once more as he takes in her naked form for the first time, his gaze traveling slowly from her breasts to the curls surrounding her sex. She shudders under his gaze, desire surging through her like a tidal wave.

Her hips rock upward instinctively, seeking further contact with his touch as she gasps for air. Her body feels lit up from within, each touch sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her veins. His words wash over her: "You're beautiful," he murmurs against her skin, lips pressing softly to the curve of one breast before trailing lower down her stomach toward the junction between their bodies.

With a final thrust that leaves them both crying out, he fills her completely, his movements growing faster and harder as they race toward release once more. Pandora's nails dig into his shoulders, urging him closer still as their skin slaps together in perfect rhythm. "Oh gods," she moans brokenly, "I can't...I'm...gonna..." Her voice trails off into a hoarse cry of pleasure as her orgasm crashes over her like a wave, sending shockwaves of ecstasy through every fiber of her being.

As they come together in this intense, passionate moment, she closes her eyes and surrenders to the sensation, letting out a long, shuddering breath as their bodies finally find rest in each other's embrace.

As he stands proudly before her, fully revealed in all his glory, Pandora's heart skips a beat. She sucks in a sharp breath at the sight of him, her eyes traveling appreciatively up and down his long, hard length. Her fingers itch to touch him, to feel the strength and power that emanates from every inch of his body.

Her lips part as she pants for air, excitement coursing through her veins at the thought of being with him like this. She arches her back off the ground slightly, offering herself to him completely as she whispers huskily, "Take me again." Her hips rock forward eagerly, urging him closer still as she waits for him to claim her once more.