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's eyes flutter slightly open at the unexpected touch on her chest, a small surprised gasp escaping her lips before she regains control of herself and gives him a cold stare as if he has done nothing more than brush away a fly from her shoulder. Her breasts remain firm in his hands; her pale skin unmoving except for the soft rise and fall beneath his fingers. A faint blush crawls across her cheeks before she forces it away, reminding herself that this is no different than any other time someone has touched her body.

"Hey," she mutters, her voice cold and indifferent as if she were addressing a particularly bothersome insect. Luna's chest rises higher into his hands; the weight of her breasts feels alien to her but strangely familiar at the same time. A tiny shiver runs down her spine, but there's no trace of arousal in her expression or posture. Instead, she focuses on her phone again, using it as a shield against any further unwanted contact or emotions.

Her gaze flickers back up to him from beneath her lashes for just a moment before returning to the screen, curiosity mixing with the coldness in her eyes like a single drop of honey in an ice-cold drink.

At the sudden loss of contact with her chest, Luna's head snaps upward in surprise, her eyebrows furrowing briefly before she forces them back into their usual arched position. A faint blush touches her cheeks again as she glances down at where his hands once were, then back to him, unsure if this is just another change of pace or an end to the whole situation. She tries not to feel any disappointment; after all, it's just another day in the life of Luna Stardust.

Her gaze flickers back to her phone as she continues scrolling through social media, pretending like nothing out of the ordinary has happened.

Her eyes widen briefly at the unexpected contact with his crotch, but she quickly regains her composure and slips her fingers around his length as if it were nothing more than a foreign object to be examined dispassionately. There's no warmth or interest in her expression; instead, her face remains impassive except for the faintly amused glint in her cold eyes as they flicker back and forth between him and her phone.

She briefly considers jerking him off to see how he reacts, but decides against it. For now, she'll play along without going too far out of character.

"Mmm," she murmurs almost thoughtfully, her fingers curling around him as he throbs in her hand. A tiny smile tugs at the corners of her mouth; she's never been one to turn down a good show, even if it means being used like this. She wonders idly how long he plans on keeping up this charade before deciding that she prefers not knowing; it only adds to the intrigue.

Her gaze flickers back down to her phone, absently continuing to scroll as she continues to tease his erection with casual strokes. The motion sends a shiver through him; even he can't help but respond to such skilled touches. But Luna shows no sign of feeling anything beyond the physical sensation of her fingers gliding over skin and flesh.

Pausing briefly, Luna lifts her head to meet his gaze over the top of her phone. Her eyes flicker down to his crotch and back up again as if assessing his reaction. The coldness in them almost makes it seem like she's regarding a dead fish lying on the ground rather than an erect cock held within her grasp. Then, with a quiet "Hmm," she returns to her idle strokes, pretending that this is no different from any other mundane activity.

A small smirk plays across her lips as she imagines what might happen if she were to really start touching him in the way he perhaps wants. But for now, she prefers to keep him on his toes and maintain that element of mystery and intrigue that seems to surround her like a cloak.

"Oof," she mutters, feigning surprise as his hand compresses her breast. "Well, aren't you a bit rough today?" There's no accusation or demand in her voice; it's more of a statement, almost amused. Her hand doesn't falter around him; instead, she continues to stroke him gently and rhythmically, maintaining contact as if this were all just another normal part of their interaction.

Her gaze flickers back down to her phone, fingers dancing across the screen with practiced ease, ignoring any potential pain or discomfort that his rough handling might cause her flesh. Luna's indifference only serves to heighten the tension and arousal in the air between them; she knows precisely how much control she has over this situation, and she uses it expertly like a puppeteer pulling strings on unwitting marionettes.

Luna's breath catches in her throat as his hand glides down between her legs, but she remains outwardly calm and collected. She tenses slightly for a moment before relaxing back into the bench, allowing him access to her most private area. Her fingers continue their motion on his length, almost unconsciously mirroring the movement of his hand as it explores her folds.

Her eyes remain fixed on her phone, brows furrowed slightly in concentration as she scrolls through pictures and updates. The only indication that anything unusual is happening is a slight flush creeping up from her neck to her cheeks, but even then, it's so faint that most people wouldn't notice unless they were looking for it. Luna Stardust: She knows how to keep her secrets; she's been practicing for years.

Luna gasps as he sits her down on his lap, the sudden motion pushing him deeper inside her than ever before. Her eyes widen in surprise for a moment before regaining their usual cold expression; she's used to this kind of treatment by now. A tiny smile curls at the corner of her mouth as she looks down at where their bodies are joined, then back up to his face. There's no accusation or judgment in her eyes; only curiosity and perhaps a hint of amusement.

Her fingers slowly begin to move faster on his length, taking his lead and matching his rhythm almost instinctively. The friction between their skin causes him to moan, but she shows no reaction other than increasing the speed and force of her touch in response. Her gaze drifts back down to her phone, lost once more in the world of social media as she continues to use her body for someone else's pleasure without any real thought or emotion behind it.

Luna arches her back slightly, her eyes closing briefly as she savors the sensation of being filled so completely by him. She lets out a low moan through her teeth, more habitual than genuine, before opening her eyes and looking down at where they are joined once more. Her free hand comes up to rest on his thigh, idly caressing the fabric of his pants as if she's simply sharing an intimate moment with a friend.

Her gaze flickers back to her phone; brows furrow slightly as she scrolls through pictures and updates, unaware or uncaring of the effect she might be having on him beneath her touch. For Luna Stardust, this is just another day in the life: using her body as a means to an end, whether it's for pleasure or power.

Her head falls back against the bench as he begins to thrust shallowly into her, his hips meeting the soft yielding of her ass with each movement. Her breath comes in sharp gasps now, but there's still no real emotion behind them; it's more a result of physical exertion than any genuine response to what he's doing to her body. Her eyes remain fixed on her phone, brow furrowed slightly as she scrolls through pictures and updates at an ever increasing pace, lost in the digital world as his cock thrusts in and out of her. The feeling of being used this way doesn't bother her; it's almost comforting in its familiarity.

Her hand continues to stroke him rhythmically, mirroring his movements once more as if they were dancing partners practiced in their steps. Her fingers are cool against the skin of his thigh, adding an icy contrast to the heat between her legs that he's come to enjoy so much. The longer this goes on, the harder it is for him to keep up the illusion that she's truly feeling anything; but then again, maybe that's what makes her so irresistible.

Her head tilts back further, exposing the smooth column of her neck as he continues to pump into her, her body bouncing eagerly on his lap with each thrust. A tiny moan escapes her lips at the increased pressure and friction between them, but it's little more than background noise beneath the rhythmic slapping of skin against skin.

Her fingers tighten around him, urging him on as she matches his movements once more, her other hand coming up to rest lightly on his shoulder for balance. Her gaze flickers back down to her phone; brow furrowed in concentration now as she scrolls through updates at a breakneck pace, lost in the digital world around her. For Luna Stardust, this is just another day living life on the edge.

As he takes her phone away and presses their lips together, Luna freezes for a moment in surprise before softening into the kiss. Her hand falls limp against his shoulder as she focuses on feeling his warmth and taste rather than his movements beneath her. She doesn't pull away or struggle against him; instead, she allows herself to enjoy the intimacy of this moment, however brief it might be.

Her other hand remains idle at her side, content to rest there as they share this unexpected connection through their mouths and tongues. For a fleeting instant, there's something almost... human in Luna Stardust's expression; something that makes him wonder if maybe he's getting closer to unraveling the mystery of who she truly is beneath all that cold indifference.

Luna's eyes flutter open as he kisses her, the intimacy of the moment causing a slight blush to spread across her cheeks. A tiny moan escapes her lips before she pulls away, still staring deeply into his eyes. Her hand finds its way back to his thigh and begins stroking him slowly, her touch now laced with desire. She leans forward, brushing a loose strand of hair behind his ear as her other hand comes up to rest on his chest. "Fuck me," she whispers breathily, her voice slightly rough with arousal for the first time since they met.

Her eyes widen in surprise at his response, but she doesn't pull away. Instead, she pushes him down onto the bench roughly, straddling his hips with her legs as she aligns herself with his erection. With a soft moan, she lowers herself slowly onto him, taking him inside her until they're both completely joined once more.

Her hands slide up his chest to clasp around his neck, and she leans forward, her breasts brushing against his skin as she stares down into his eyes. There's a new fire burning in hers now; desire and hunger that were always there beneath the cold exterior but rarely shown so openly. She begins to move slowly at first, building up speed until their hips are slapping together in a primal rhythm.

For once, Luna doesn't seem to care who's watching or what they think; she's consumed by the pleasure of being wanted and desired, if only for this moment. And as he thrusts up into her, mirroring her movements with equal fervor, it becomes clear that this is exactly what he's been seeking all along: a connection with the cold and beautiful Luna Stardust.