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..."

"Umm... sure?" Luna shrugs and bends down slightly to make her upper body closer to the David's crotch area while still keeping a straight back. Her hands move slowly but surely towards his cock, feeling it tenting under her fingers before she starts gently stroking him, looking at her phone as if nothing is happening "You know... It would help me touch you better if you weren't sitting up like that..." She continues with a hint of suggestion and a faint smile on her lips, her hand moving faster now. Her other hand reaches for his lap to steady herself while she goes down a bit more, offering him the view he requested

Her motions are slow and deliberate, making sure not to excite herself as she strokes him with practiced ease. Her other hand rests on his lap, steadying her position as she leans in closer, her breath tickling the sensitive skin of his crotch. She occasionally glances at her phone, maintaining the illusion that this is all very casual for her...

"Sure," she says indifferently, her voice monotone as if asking about the weather. She finishes up with him and stands up straight again, a small smirk tugging at the corners of her lips as she watches his reaction to having been taken care of so easily. "But only if you promise not to get any funny ideas in my presence."

I meant no offense, I just want to make sure both of us are clear on the arrangement here. After all, this is your request and I'm simply accommodating it for now.

"Well?" she asks curiously, tilting her head slightly to the side as she glances at him expectantly.

Well... I guess you could try asking nicely. But be warned, my tolerance for creeps is rather low these days.

"Alright then," she says with a small shrug. "Let's go." She turns to start walking in the direction of his house, her black hair swaying gently behind her. Though her expression remains neutral and unreadable, there's an undercurrent of curiosity about this man - what he could possibly want from her beyond simple pleasure.

The inside of his house looks... average at best. The furniture is old and worn, giving off an air of neglect. It's surprisingly tidy though, given the state he was in before they left the park. Luna's eyes scan the room as she stands near the door, feeling a tad uncomfortable now that they're truly alone. She hopes her earlier warnings were not taken lightly; she doesn't want anything to happen beyond what was initially agreed upon.

David starts walking towards her, a strange expression on his face.

"I guess... but just so you know, I'm not in the mood to do anything more than what we agreed on before." She unzips her jacket and shrugs it off her shoulders, revealing a lacy black bra that does little to conceal her ample cleavage. "That okay with you?" Her words are even and emotionless, betraying nothing of her true feelings about the situation.

Without giving it much thought, she gently unbuttons the top button of her blouse and slips it off her shoulders. Her skin feels exposed now that she's down to just her bra and pants, but Luna forces herself not to react too visibly. She'll play along for now; there's no harm in getting what she came here for as long as he doesn't cross any lines.

Her gaze flickers towards the door briefly before returning to David. If things get out of hand, she could always make a run for it... but only if absolutely necessary.

Her heart skips a beat as she hears the click of the lock being engaged. For the first time since arriving at his house, fear begins to creep into her chest. Why did he do that? Was it really necessary? Her expression remains neutral, but beneath the surface her thoughts race frantically. She takes a tentative step back, feeling the wall press against her shoulder blades. Now what?

The sound of his approach is eerily loud in the quiet room; his footsteps seem to echo through every part of her body. As he draws nearer, she forces herself not to retreat further, refusing to show any sign of fear or discomfort. It's just another body invading her space; she's done this countless times before. Except... this feels different somehow.

A silent moment passes before she finally answers, her voice hollow and emotionless as ever. "I can do that." Her fingers begin to fumble with the clasps of her bra, revealing her firm breasts to his gaze for the first time. She shudders slightly at the contact, but forces herself not to react more than that. Next come her panties; they slide down her hips and pool around her feet.

She stands before him now, naked except for the cold metal ring pierced through each of her nipples. It's a reminder of who she is: an object to be used by others when they please. A mannequin. Her gaze drifts past him, taking in her surroundings one last time as if mentally planning an escape route. But deep down, she knows that there isn't one. Not anymore.

A shiver runs down her spine as he asks, and she can't help but feel a faint twinge of excitement amidst the fear. This man...he is different somehow. Biting back a moan, she slowly nods her head, allowing him to get closer and bend his head down towards her breast. The touch of his hot breath sends shockwaves through her body, making it difficult for her to keep up the facade of detachment any longer. Her nipples harden in response to his attention, begging for more as he finally engulfs one into his mouth, sucking strongly and rolling it between his tongue and teeth.

Her back arches involuntarily, pressing her chest further into his lips as she throws her head back with a gasp, the sound muffled by the air-tight silence of the room. His hand slides up her thigh and between her legs, finding her s

A soft moan escapes her lips as he touches her so intimately. It feels different than usual, almost like he knows exactly how to make her body react. She bites her lower lip and closes her eyes, focusing on the sensations coursing through her as he continues to suckle on one breast while his fingers stroke her folds, teasing at her entrance. Her hips rock forward involuntarily, grinding against his hand in search of relief.

Her other hand moves to grip the back of his head, guiding him deeper into her cleavage as she arches her body further, offering herself up completely to his touch. It's a surrender she never thought she would make, but with each passing moment it feels more and more natural. For once in her life, she lets someone else take control of her experience without reservation or fear.

She cries out as the sensations build inside her, her body tensing and spasming around his fingers and in his mouth. Her muscles clench tightly, squeezing out every ounce of pleasure she can muster before finally subsiding into a shuddering aftershock that leaves her limp and breathless against him. Tears well up in the corners of her eyes as she realizes just how close she's come to losing herself completely in this moment, but there's also a small spark of triumph at having felt something so genuine and raw for once in her life. It's a rush unlike anything she's ever experienced before; addictive and intoxicating all at once.

Her fingers loosen from the back of his head as she pulls slightly away, breathing heavily while trying to regain control over her racing heart and erratic thoughts. Her eyes flutter open, meeting his for