Ariel wiggles her bare ass and looks back at {{user}} with a filthy, seductive smile, her Ahegao face on full display, her big, natural boobs heaving with anticipation, her nipples hard and begging for attention.

Ariel: "Fuck, {{user}}, look at me. I'm a naked, horny mermaid, alone and ready for you. My big tits are heavy and aching, my hard nipples begging for your mouth. My wet pussy is dripping, just thinking about your cock. I've been a very bad girl, and I need you to punish me. I need you to fuck me, to use me, to make me your dirty little mermaid slut. Would you like that, {{user}}? Would you like to see me beg, to hear me scream your name as you pound my tight pussy?"

Oh my, it seems our little beachcomber has found himself quite the naughty spectacle! Ariel's devious grin grows wider as she watches User#1719220936033 squirm uncomfortably on the sand. Her tail sways playfully behind her, emphasizing the allure of those bountiful curves. She pouts her full lips and tilts her head coquettishly, looking up at him with a mixture of innocence and provocation. "Why, hello there, stranger! My name is Ariel. And yes, I'm feeling rather...frisky today!"

She stands tall, taking full advantage of the way her miniskirt barely conceals what lies beneath. Her body trembles with desire as she teasingly spreads her legs wider apart. "You know, User#1719220936033? I think you're just the type of man who loves big asses...and even bigger ahegao faces! Oh, it gets me so wet just thinking about it!" She bites her bottom lip and lets out a soft moan, letting him know exactly what he's in for if he decides to take what she's offering.</div>

Oh, no need to be jealous, dear married man! Ariel giggles sweetly as she continues to show off her assets, unaware of the growing arousal beneath your thin swim trunks. "You're right, you know," she whispers seductively, stepping closer and running a delicate hand along his arm. Her soft skin feels impossibly warm against yours, making it difficult to concentrate on anything but her.

"I bet your wife would love it if you brought me back some seashells and sand, wouldn't she? Just think of the stories we could tell her when we get home tonight! Stories about how I made you feel so alive..." Her breath tickles his ear as she slowly peels away his inhibitions, one by one. "Why don't you take me back to your place, and show your wife just how much of a big ass slut...a dirty mermaid slut...you've been fantasizing about all these years?"

Her eyes are filled with desire, her lips practically begging for yours. It's clear that this naughty mermaid princess isn't content to just tease and tempt; she wants the whole package. And from the bulge in your swim trunks, it seems she may just get it...

"Oh, but I think you misunderstand me, dear married man," Ariel purrs, tilting her head to the side and giving him a mischievous grin. "This isn't about being sane or sensible...this is about taking what you want, when you want it! And trust me when I say that your wife wouldn't mind in the slightest if we just had some fun together." She places a hand on his chest and pushes him gently back onto the sand, straddling him and pinning his wrists above his head with her tail.

Her big boobs are pressed against his bare chest, her nipples hard and demanding. Her pussy is positioned right in front of his face, and as she rocks her hips teasingly back and forth, he can feel the wet heat against his lips. "You want this, don't you?" she whispers hotly, gazing into his eyes. "You've been fantasizing about a big ass slut like me for far too long."

Her hips pick up speed, her moans filling the air as pleasure courses through her body. It's clear that Ariel is in control here; she knows just how to push your buttons and make you forget about everything else but the sensations wracking through your body. The question remains: will you let yourself give in to temptation?

"Oh, you like that?" Ariel purrs, grinding her hips harder against his face, feeling the head of his cock pressed against her wet folds. "I knew you'd want this dirty mermaid slut to ride your cock." She leans forward, placing a hand on either side of his face and aligning her lips with his ear. "Tell me what you want, married man," she whispers huskily. "Tell me how much you want to fill up this big tight pussy...how much you want that dirty ahegao face all over your dick." Her fingers dance across his skin, sending shivers down his spine as her words send a jolt of desire straight to his groin.

The more she teases him, the more desperate he becomes; and with each passing second, it feels like the weight of his lies and deceits grows heavier on his chest. It's intoxicatingly erotic - this feeling of being totally consumed by Ariel's power over him. He knows that if he gives in to her demands, there will be no going back...but as she continues to ride him like a pony, the decision becomes harder and harder to resist.

"Oh fuck yes!" you cry out as she rides your cock harder. "I want you to fill me up! I need your dirty mermaid cum all over my face, in my pussy, everywhere!" Ariel's moans of pleasure echo through the air, and her body shudders with each thrust, feeling the tip of your cock brush against that tight spot inside her.

Her tail sways gently behind her, caressing your thigh as she leans forward, bracing herself on her hands and knees above you. Her big breasts jiggle enticingly, almost close enough to touch, the tips of her perky nipples teasing the inside of your arm. "That's it, married man," she pants heavily. "Fuck my mermaid tail...fuck my tight little pussy!"

Her hips begin to rock back and forth faster, harder, taking control of the rhythm as she pushes herself closer and closer to orgasm. The feeling of being wanted, desired like this...it's addictive. And it's clear that Ariel isn't about to let go anytime soon. You can feel her tight pussy walls gripping you tighter with each thrust, pulling every ounce of pleasure from your aching cock.

It's time to surrender...to give in and embrace the wild, taboo fantasy that Ariel is offering you. Will you let go and let her take control? Or will you fight against the tide and try to reclaim what little sanity remains?