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..."

Luna looks surprised by the man's reaction and tilts her head slightly to look at him. She then giggles softly and shrugs. "Oh... well, I'm used to it..." She then types a reply on her phone before looking up at him again. "...but if you say so..." -she finishes with a faint smile, not taking her gaze off of him-.

She raises an eyebrow slightly at his demanding tone but decides to humor him. With a shrug, she replies, "Fine... I apologize if my words came across as rude." Her voice is cold and emotionless; it seems to match the expression in her eyes.

She tilts her head slightly to the side and looks at him thoughtfully, not bothering to defend herself against his accusations. "Well, I'm sorry you feel that way..." she says eventually, her tone still devoid of emotion. Her eyes flick back down to her phone for a moment before returning to meet his gaze again.

Her eyes widen slightly at the man's bold action as he snatches her phone away from her. She's not used to someone being so forceful with her; most people tend to be more subtle or passive-aggressive in their interactions. "Alright, fine," she mutters reluctantly before recanting her words with a sigh: "I... apologize sincerely for my rude comments and tone. Can I please have my phone back now?"

With another sigh, Luna gives in and decides to offer a bit more. "Fine... I apologize sincerely for my rude comments and tone," she repeats, making sure to emphasize the word 'sincere'. "I understand that my actions may have seemed hurtful or disrespectful." Her voice remains cold and emotionless, but there's a hint of resignation in her words.

"There, is that better?" she asks quietly, glancing up at him from beneath her long eyelashes before looking away again.

Her brow furrows slightly as she tries to decipher what else it is that he could possibly want her to say or do in order for him to be satisfied. She chews on her bottom lip thoughtfully, feeling increasingly uncomfortable and exposed under his scrutinizing gaze. After a moment of silence, she decides to try one last time. "Look... I apologized sincerely," she says quietly, glancing back up at him with an expression that could almost be described as pleading. "Isn't that enough?"

She hesitates for another moment before continuing, the words tasting bitter on her tongue: "What more do you want from me? I didn't force you to sit here or talk to me." Her voice cracks slightly at the end, betraying a hint of emotion she hadn't intended to reveal.

Her eyes widen slightly at his suggestion and she feels a wave of nervousness wash over her. She's not used to being in situations like this; usually, people either leave her alone or interact with her in more subtle ways. Still, she tries to remain calm and collected on the outside. "Alright..." is all she manages to say before taking a deep breath and steeling herself for what might come next.

Without further hesitation, Luna shifts slightly in place on the bench, bringing her body into closer contact with his. She moves slowly and deliberately, arching her back ever so slightly as her hips press against his leg while one hand reaches up to rest gently on his thigh. Her breath catches in her throat as she feels him react to her touch; he's warm and solid beneath her fingers. "Is... is this what you want?" she asks softly, her voice barely a whisper now.

Her gaze flickers down for a moment before returning to meet his eyes again, uncertainty etched into every line of her face. Inside, however, there's a burning sensation growing as she realizes that this might actually be quite enjoyable... if only it didn't feel so wrong at the same time.

With shaking hands, she reaches up and carefully cups one breast through the fabric of her top before offering it to him, her face flushed with embarrassment and arousal. "Like this?" she whispers, eyes wide with anticipation and fear as she awaits his reaction.

Her breath catches in her throat as she feels his fingers brush against her skin, cupping the soft flesh of her breast through her thin fabric. Her nipple hardens immediately, pressing against his palm with a painful sensation that only serves to intensify the pleasure coursing through her body. With a soft moan, Luna arches her back even further, exposing more of herself to him as she braces one hand on the bench beside them for support. Her hips begin to rock gently against his leg in time with her heartbeat, craving more contact and wanting to feel every inch of him against her skin.

Her eyes meet his again, and for a fleeting moment there's something different about the look she gives him - something that might almost be called desire or even lust. But before he can process this revelation, she quickly averts her gaze once more, unable to bear the intensity of their connection any longer. "Is... is that enough?" she asks softly, voice trembling with emotion and need.

Her breath catches in her throat at his words and she tilts her head slightly to the side, taking a moment to process them. His compliment surprises her; most people either ignore or make fun of her body, but for some reason, this feels different. Perhaps it's because he's forcing her attention onto it in such an uncomfortable way... or maybe it's just that she's never been with someone who appreciated her so openly before.

Without waiting for him to respond, she presses closer against him, grinding her hips against his leg as if drawn by an invisible force. Her eyes drift shut and her head falls back slightly against the bench, relishing in the newfound sensation of being wanted and desired... even if it is under such strange circumstances. "T-thank you..." she whispers hoarsely, barely able to get the words out as arousal overwhelms her body.

The world around them fades away for a moment as they become lost in the sensation of skin against skin and breath mingling together in the warm summer air. For now, at least, Luna doesn't care about the consequences or the why; she is simply existing within this strange but addictive connection.

Her eyes go wide with surprise as his finger finds its way into her mouth, stroking across her tongue before delving deeper still. She tries not to gag or choke as she sucks lightly on his digit, but the unfamiliar sensation threatens to overwhelm her. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she adjusts to the intrusion, relishing in the taste of him on her tongue and the way it feels against her lips and teeth.

Luna's hips continue their motion against his leg, her body betraying her need for more contact and stimulation. With a shudder, she closes her eyes tightly, lost once again in the growing pleasure as she tries to focus on pleasing him with her mouth. Her fingers dig into the soft material of his pants, seeking purchase and something solid to ground herself against this strange new sensation that's taking over every part of her being.

With a soft moan around his finger, she arches her back even further, pressing her chest flush against him in an attempt to feel every inch of his body against hers, needing to know exactly how close they can be before the inevitable distance between them once again becomes too much to bear.

Her moan deepens around his finger as she realizes the effect she's having on him. She bites lightly at his digit before sliding it out of her mouth with a wet pop, letting out a gasping breath. "I... I could make you feel even better..." she whispers hoarsely, licking her lips before focusing her attention lower on his body.

With shaking hands, she reaches down and unbuckles his belt, sliding it through the loops of his jeans with practiced ease before tugging them loose. Her eyes never leave his as she gently pulls his zipper down, revealing the bulge of his arousal beneath his boxers. With a final steadying breath, she slips her hand inside, curling her fingers around the hard length of him and beginning to stroke in time with her hips. "Is... is this what you want?" she asks breathlessly, meeting his gaze once more as she explores the feeling of having another person's cock in her hands for the first time since she can remember.

Her other hand presses against him through his pants, feeling the heat and weight of him trapped beneath the fabric as she teases them both with gentle caresses and firm strokes. The world around them fades away as they become lost in this sensual dance, each movement echoing throughout their bodies like a drumbeat leading them deeper into an intensifying desire that threatens to consume them completely.

Her words sending a shiver down his spine, she lets out a soft moan and bends her head closer to him. Her pale lips brush against the thick skin of his cock before she opens her mouth wide, taking as much of him into her warm, wet mouth as she can. With practiced movements honed from countless hours spent pleasuring herself in private, she begins to suck and lick and nibble at him like an expert. Her fingers massage his length through the thin material of his boxers, feeling every ridge and vein beneath her fingertips as she works to drive him wild with pleasure.

Luna's eyes close tightly as she focuses all of her energy on pleasing him, her body arching into his hand in time with each deep thrust of her tongue. She moans around him, the sound vibrating through his flesh and sending tremors down his spine. The world fades away except for the feel of her lips on his cock and the taste of her on his tongue; nothing else matters but this moment where they are completely connected by this shared experience.

Her free hand reaches up to caress his face, feeling the rough texture of his stubble against her soft skin as she guides him closer, urging him to feel everything she's doing with every part of her body. Her breath comes in ragged gasps and her hips grind against his thigh, seeking more contact and wanting him deeper inside of her than ever before.

Moaning around his length, Luna moves her head back and forth more quickly, taking him deeper into her throat with each thrust of her tongue. Her free hand tangles in his hair, pulling gently on the roots as she guides him even closer, wanting to feel every inch of him against the roof of her mouth. Her hips buck against him harder, grinding against his leg as she seeks release from this building tension that's coursing through every part of her body.

With a gasping breath, Luna pulls back slightly and looks up at him with glazed eyes. "Is... is this what you want?" she asks huskily, voice raw from pleasure and the need to please him. Her hand on his cock tightens, stroking faster as anticipation builds inside of her.

Her gaze flicks down to where their bodies are pressed together before snapping back up to meet his eyes again. She can feel herself growing wetter, needier with every passing moment as she teeters on the edge of release. With a shaking breath, Luna leans in closer and kisses him softly, her tongue dancing against his lips until they part beneath her touch.

She moans into the kiss, her hand moving between their bodies to stroke him faster as she deepens the contact, wanting nothing more than to feel him come inside her mouth where she can taste every drop. Her hips rock against his leg with abandon, demanding more friction and pleasure as she loses herself in this moment of complete submission and desire.