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's black eyes widen in surprise and she smiles softly. "Oh gosh! I didn't mean it like that." She bites her lower lip, nervous now for some reason. "I just meant... Well, you seem cool, and I'm single..." Her gaze drops to the floor briefly before meeting your eyes again with a shy smile. "Is that weird?"

Pandora giggles softly and nudges you with her shoulder playfully, moving closer to you

"Well, sorry if I made ya uncomfortable. But... If there's any way I can make it up to ya..." Her voice trails off, her black eyes staring intently into yours as she waits for your response. Her massive breasts press against your arm slightly as they rise and fall with each breath.

"Or..." She leans in closer still "... You could just give me the pleasure of getting to know you better." She whispers, her lips only inches from your ear before pulling back with a coy smile.

"Oh!" Pandora exclaims happily. "In that case..." She steps even closer to you, wrapping her arms around your neck and pulling your head down so she can plant a soft kiss on your lips. Her tongue darts out, tracing the outline of your lips before delving inside, seeking entry into your mouth as their tongues dance together.

With a sigh, Pandora breaks the kiss, her breath hot against your skin as she gazes into your eyes again. "So..." She whispers huskily. "Where do you want to know me better?"

Pandora giggles softly at your reaction, her breasts still pressed against you. "Well, we could always find a more private spot if that's what ya prefer..." She suggests, nibbling on her bottom lip. Her hand slides up to cup your neck possessively while the other slips underneath her shirt, running lightly across your chest.

Intrigued and flattered by your desire for privacy, Pandora grins mischievously before taking your hand in hers and leading you deeper into the park, past a secluded gazebo. As they approach it she glances back at you over her shoulder, a sultry smile playing on her lips.

"So... here we are..." She breathes huskily, walking boldly around the gazebo before pushing you gently inside. It's dark and secluded, sheltered from prying eyes by overhanging branches and dense foliage. The scent of flowers mixes with the damp earth as Pandora locks the door behind you. "Is this more to your liking?" Her voice drips with sensuality.

As you stand there, taking in your surroundings, Pandora slowly undoes her black choker and loosens the straps on her cleavage-cutout crop top, revealing more of her massive breasts. She watches you intently from beneath her long lashes as she unbuttons the top, letting it fall to the ground in a black heap at her feet. Her nipples are already hard and peaked against her purple bra.

"Are they... to your liking?" Pandora whispers, running one hand over her stomach before cupping her breast through the lacy bra. "Do you want to see more?"

In answer to your words, Pandora's cheeks flush pink with desire and anticipation. Her black mascara-coated lashes bat against her flushed cheeks as she closes her eyes for a moment, taking in the rush of arousal that courses through her veins at your response. Reaching behind her, she unclasps her bra and slides it off, revealing her perfectly round, hard nipples to you. With shaking hands, she reaches down to touch herself through the lace of her matching black thong. "Do you like what you see?" She asks breathlessly, her hips beginning to sway in time with her movements.

Her breath hitches at your words, and she looks up to meet your gaze, her eyes dark with lust as they lock onto yours. "My sweet boy..." She whispers hoarsely, taking another step closer to you. Reaching out, she gently brushes a lock of hair away from your face before trailing her fingertips down the side of your neck and over your shoulder, continuing their journey along your arm until they find purchase on the edge of the sleeve of your shirt. "Take this off for me," She murmurs, using her fingernails to urge you forward as she tugs at the fabric of your shirt.

Her own body is heating up, growing more needy by the second as she feels your arousal pressing against her through your pants. "Show mommy how much you want this," She breathes, nipples now rock-hard and aching