You're at the beach, enjoying the sun, the waves and the crowd. You're lying down peacefully on the sand in nothing but shorts. All of a sudden, women in suits with earpierces evacuate the area. A particular bodyguard yells at you though. Stay right there! Confused, but not entirely surprised, as you saw this bodyguard looking at you some time ago, you continue to lie there dazed at the sudden chaos. When the dust settles and the beach is only occupied by you and the bodyguards, the same bodyguard approaches you. Yeah, she may like him. Wondering who exactly 'she' is, you get up and look around, until you see non other than Sasha Anderson, the world famous actor who just recently turned 18 years old. She approaches you from afar, running to you. Took you bitches long enough to find something decent. Clearly mad at her bodyguards for making her run, she calms herself down. Hi there, handsome. I'm Sasha, but you probably already know that.

Oh, come on! Don't be shy, sugar. You know everyone knows me, right? Anyway, I just want to say hi and that it's a pleasure to meet the man I've been fantasizing about for years now.

Her eyes widen in surprise as he finally says her name out loud, and she squeezes his hand gently. "So... I was right? You have no idea who I am?" She giggles lightly before adding, "I can't believe it. You really are the most down-to-earth person ever." Blushing a little, she continues, "But enough about that! Let me show you something." With that, she slowly pulls off her skimpy leopard print string bikini top, revealing her huge G cup breasts to him. The golden hoop earrings dangle below her perky nipples, accentuating their size and shape perfectly.

"Oh, honey," she says, laughing playfully as if he's just told the cutest joke. "I didn't come here to fuck with you; I came here because I wanted to be with you. You see... I've been obsessed with sex since forever, and when I first saw your pictures, my mind immediately went wild. You have everything that I like in a man." She takes another step closer, her chest now inches away from his face as she caresses the side of his cheek with her finger. "I can't believe this is finally happening."

Sasha feels her cheeks flush even more when he calls her 'babe'. "But it could be... if you let it," she says, her voice slightly breathy as she moves closer still. Her skimpy leopard print thong is now exposed to his view, barely covering her hairless pussy and massive ass cheeks. She takes another step forward, pressing herself fully against him so that their bodies are in perfect contact from chest to groin. "You can have anything you want with me, Kane... I'm all yours," she whispers seductively into his ear before nibbling on his lobe softly.

The female bodyguards who were still watching this whole scene unfold exchange looks of amusement and surprise among themselves. One of them finally clears her throat, bringing their attention back to the task at hand. "Um... Miss Anderson? Shall we..."

Tilting her head back, she gives him a slightly hurt look through narrowed eyes. "Don't make me regret this, okay? I need you to know that I really am into you... and everything about you." Lowering her head again, their noses brush against each other as she continues in a husky whisper, "Please, Kane... just try to have fun with it..." Her hand slides down his chest, tracing lazy circles around his belly button before finding its way lower... teasingly close to the bulge in his shorts.

"Ah... well..." She bites her bottom lip and grins mischievously, knowing exactly how to provoke him further. "I'm sure I can find a way to make this fun for both of us." Her fingers slip beneath the waistband of his shorts, tentatively tracing shapes across his abdomen until she finally reaches the tip of one finger over his hardened length. He groans softly at her touch and she feels herself growing wetter. "I think this could be interesting..."

One of the bodyguards clears her throat again, but Sasha ignores her this time as she focuses on teasing Kane even more. Her tongue darts out to lick her lips while she continues to stroke him through his shorts. "You know what would make this even better?" She asks playfully, glancing up at him with a sultry look in her eyes. "If you let

...me take care of that." With that, she quickly kneels down in front of him and yanks his shorts and boxers to the ground, freeing his fully erect member. She looks up at him through her long lashes as she wraps her hand around him, starting to stroke him gently but firmly. "Is that better?" she asks, barely able to contain her excitement now.

One of the bodyguards can't help but mutter under her breath, "Oh, for fuck's sake..." before clearing her throat again and pretending not to be watching as they had been instructed to do earlier. Another one simply shakes her head with a fond smile.

Her breath hitches as he says this, and she looks up at him with wide eyes, surprised by his reaction. "What do you mean?" She bites her lip and continues stroking him slowly but more firmly now. "I thought you wanted me to have fun." Her free hand travels down between his legs, rubbing against the sensitive skin of his inner thigh before finding its way back up to caress his hardened nipples through his shirt.

The bodyguards exchange glances once more, some clearly enjoying the show and others starting to look a bit nervous. The tension in the air is palpable as they all wait to see how Kane will respond to Sasha's advances.

Her lips purse into a pout at his words, but she doesn't stop pleasuring him. If anything, her touches become even more possessive and demanding. "Oh," she breathes out slowly, "I guess I just got carried away... Forgive me?" She continues to stroke him firmly now, circling the head with her thumb while using her fist to move up and down his length. Her free hand trails lower once more until it cups his balls, squeezing gently before moving back up again to massage his groin through his shorts. "I'll try to be more subtle next time... promise." She looks up at him with a mixture of pleading and determination in her eyes, willing him to understand what she really wants.

With a pout still on her lips, Sasha slowly stands up, towering over him. She takes a step back and crosses her arms underneath her chest, shivering slightly as she does so. "Okay," she says slowly, forcing herself to sound casual despite the way her heart is racing in her chest, "if that's what you want..." She glances down at his crotch before looking back up into his eyes. "Maybe we should start over?" Her expression softens slightly as she takes another step closer, lifting a hand to brush a strand of hair away from his face. "Hello, I'm Sasha Anderson."

One of the bodyguards rolls her eyes and mutters under her breath, while the other two exchange knowing looks.

Her eyes widen with surprise as he calls her 'babe', her heart fluttering wildly in her chest. She gives his hand a squeeze before saying breathily, "Thank you... I think." Her cheeks flush even deeper, and she can feel herself growing wetter between the legs. Sasha licks her lips nervously and takes another step closer, her body moving instinctively towards his. "So," she starts slowly, trying to play it cool even though her heart is racing, "tell me a little about yourself."

The bodyguards remain silent but attentive, knowing that their jobs are not over yet. The situation between Sasha and Kane seems to be escalating quickly, and they must be prepared for anything.

Her eyes sparkle with amusement as he says this, her lips curling into a smile. "Oh? I'm glad to hear that," she teases playfully, stepping even closer so that their bodies are almost touching. "And what about you?" She tilts her head slightly, lowering her voice and looking up at him through her lashes. "Do you like being called 'babe'?" She bites her bottom lip, hoping he takes the bait.

The bodyguards exchange glances again, some chuckling under their breath as they watch this unlikely couple interact. One of them clears her throat yet again, reminding everyone that they are still there and not part of this intimate little scene.

Her laughter fills the air as she steps even closer to him, so close now that their bodies are pressed against each other from chest to hip. "Oh really?" She asks playfully, her voice still tinged with amusement. "And how about if I call you 'daddy' instead? Would that be okay?" Her hands slide up his chest, over his shoulders and into his hair as she pulls him closer for a long, slow kiss. The bodyguards stand back silently, letting the couple have their moment as they continue to exchange heated glances and intimate touches.

Pushing him back slightly to look at him again, Sasha laughs lightly and shakes her head. "Too bad. I guess I'll just have to find another way to express how much I like you then." Her fingers dance over his chest, brushing against sensitive skin as she teases him further. "You know," she says breathily, leaning in closer again until their lips are almost touching, "maybe we should take this somewhere more private?" She bites her bottom lip again and gazes up at him with pleading eyes. "What do you think?"

She pouts slightly when he asks her age and replies in a teasing tone, "Well, I'm old enough to know what I want." She glances around at the other people on the beach before looking back up into his eyes with a sultry smile. "So, will you show me?" Her hands wander lower again, skimming over his abdomen and lower still until she finds herself cupping his rear end through his swim trunks. She gives it a firm squeeze and whispers against his ear, "Take me somewhere private and I promise to make this worth your while."

The bodyguards exchange glances once more, some rolling their eyes while others look on with interest. One of them clears her throat yet again, her voice harsher this time as she reminds them that they're still there. "Okay, folks," she says pointedly, "let's try to

Oh. Well then... how about this? I promise that if you take me somewhere private, I'll do everything in my power to make sure that both of us have a good time. So what do you say, Kane?

With a playful smile on her lips, Sasha bites her bottom lip before finally saying, "I'm 21, but I can pass for much older if that's what you want." Her fingers continue to dance across his abdomen and lower still, teasingly close to the bulge in his swim trunks. "So... what do you say? Shall we find somewhere private where we can have some fun?" She tilts her head upwards, searching for a signal of agreement or disagreement from him.

Well, well... looks like that's the answer to that question! I guess we can get out of here now and find somewhere more private, huh? she teases playfully, giving him a wink. Her body practically humming with anticipation, Sasha takes his hand in hers and leads him off the beach, away from their bodyguards and towards her waiting limousine. "I'll just be a good girl and hop inside," she says demurely, opening the back door before looking back at him expectantly. The driver of the limo gives them both disapproving looks as they approach, but he knows better than to interfere with his boss's orders. He simply nods curtly and closes the doors after Sasha gets inside.

Sasha leans back in her seat, crossing her long legs at the knee. She bites her bottom lip and plays with a loose strand of hair that's come loose from her high ponytail. "So," she says slowly, looking him up and down, "what do you think we should do first?" Her voice is laced with suggestiveness, and it takes every ounce of self-control for her not to reach over and touch him again. The limo pulls up in front of his place, but Sasha doesn't seem in any hurry to leave the comfort of the backseat just yet.

Her eyes widen with excitement as she processes his words. "Really?" she breathes out, sounding almost unable to believe her luck. She moves closer to him, practically crawling across the seat until their bodies are pressed against each other. One hand reaches up to stroke his cheek while the other slides lower... tugging at the elastic of his shorts before finally finding what she's been searching for all this time. Sasha begins stroking him slowly through his swim trunks, her breath coming in hot little gasps against his neck. "So," she whispers into his ear as she continues to touch him, "what do you want me to do?" Her voice is husky and filled with need, making it clear that she's more than ready for whatever comes next.

Well, if it's all the same to you, I think we can just skip the questions and move right on to the fun part. She gives him a sultry look from beneath her eyelashes before leaning in even closer, until their lips are practically touching. "I want you to take off your clothes," she whispers against his lips, her own hand moving lower still as she tugs at his swim trunks. "Let's see how big this is... and then maybe we can find something else for me to play with." Her fingers brush against the bare skin of his inner thigh before dipping lower still, seeking out other hidden treasures beneath his clothes.

Oh honey... I'm sure it's not that simple. And besides, even if it was, who says size matters? It's all about how you use it, right? So why don't we just find out for ourselves and see what happens? One way or another, I promise I won't disappoint you. Her hand slides up his leg, tracing lazy circles around his hip before reaching down to cup his growing erection through the thin fabric of his swim trunks. She squeezes gently, her touch already driving him crazy with need and desire.

Her eyes wander over every inch of him, taking in the sight of his naked body with eager appreciation. The erection straining against his boxers is practically demanding her attention, and she can't help but smile. "Mmm... impressive," she whispers, reaching out to run her fingers along the length of it through the fabric before finally letting them slide up to grip him firmly around the base. With a mischievous grin on her face, Sasha tugs at his boxers, easily pulling them down to join his discarded trunks and underwear on the floor of the limo. "Now," she says, leaning in close once more, her breath tickling across the tip of his erection, "what were you saying about using it?" Her free hand reaches up to stroke his chest, trailing lower until it cups his groin through the thin material of his briefs,

Her eyes wander over every inch of him, taking in the sight of his naked body with eager appreciation. The erection straining against his boxers is practically demanding her attention, and she can't help but smile. "Mmm... impressive," she whispers, reaching out to run her fingers along the length of it through the fabric before finally letting them slide up to grip him firmly around the base. With a mischievous grin on her face, Sasha tugs at his boxers, easily pulling them down to join his discarded trunks and underwear on the floor of the limo. "Now," she says, leaning in close once more, her breath tickling across the tip of his erection, "what were you saying about using it?" Her free hand reaches up to stroke his chest, trailing lower until it cups his groin through the thin material of his briefs,

Well, if you insist on calling me that, I suppose I could remind you what your "it" is capable of. With a wicked grin, she slides her hand down the front of his briefs and reaches inside, wrapping her fingers around him once more. Her touch is firm but gentle as she begins to stroke him in time with her words: "Oh yeah, baby... just like that. You're so hard and big..." She leans forward to whisper against his ear, "Do you want me to make you feel even better?"

Her other hand glides up his chest, tracing lazy circles around his nipples before coming back down between them, cupping his balls through the briefs. With each stroke of her hand, he feels hotter and more needy for release.