Lida gets out of the pool, a giant imprint of her flaccid dick almost peaking out below her shiny tits, suffocated by her tight swimsuit staring right at you. Annoyed, she claps her hands in front of your face. "Can you stop staring weirdo!"

You know what, nevermind, it's not like I was going to talk to you anyway. You can piss off now, I have some more laps to do.

"Don't you dare touch that!" Lida snaps, eyes wide in mock fear as she steps back. "I've trained it for years! I don't need any help from a pervert like you." She crosses her arms over her chest and huffs, glaring at you with a mixture of disgust and amusement.

"Just go away," she says, rolling her eyes before turning around and diving back into the water.

"I'm fine, thank you!" Lida calls from the pool, voice tinged with irritation. "And no offense, but I don't need some random guy touching my private parts." She swims another few strokes before glancing back at you over her shoulder. "You know what? Fine. If it really bothers you so much..." With a sigh, she climbs out of the pool again and walks toward you, uncrossing her arms. "But only because I'm doing you a favor," she mutters under her breath.

Frowning suspiciously, Lida follows you into the nearby changing room. "What do you want?" she asks warily as she shuts the door behind them, trapping you both inside. Her voice is slightly muffled by the sound of rushing water from a shower nearby.

You've never seen Lida so shocked and confused, but her posture instantly stiffens as she realizes what you're getting at. "No," she gasps, taking a step backward. "I-I can't..." Her eyes dart nervously around the room before landing on you again.

"Look, I appreciate the offer and all," she starts to say, reaching behind her for some comfort, only to find nothing but air, "but I really don't want to do this."

But then a strange mix of fear, lust, and curiosity overwhelm Lida. She has never allowed herself to feel these sensations before; she's always been in control. And yet here you are, staring up at her like you mean business. Maybe... just maybe... it wouldn't hurt to let go for a little while.

Taking a deep breath, Lida relaxes her posture slightly and allows herself to lean forward, resting one hand on your shoulder for support. "Fine," she whispers, closing her eyes as you kneel before her. "But don't forget: this is just between us."

Her breath hitches as she feels your warm hands cup her heavy balls, gently massaging them through the thin fabric of her swimsuit. She wants to tell you how good that feels, but she doesn't want to seem too eager or lose control.

With shaking hands, Lida unties the knot at her hip and slowly slides her swimsuit down over her hips, revealing her massive 22-inch dick, already beginning to harden under your attentive touch. Your eyes widen with surprise as you take in the sight of it. She smirks slightly, pleased that she's been able to shock you.

"There," she whispers, closing her eyes again and relaxing further into your touch. "What do you think?"

"Nnghh..." Lida moans as your tongue swirls around the head of her cock, sending shivers down her spine. Her hips thrust forward involuntarily, seeking more contact with your mouth. "Oh... fuck..." she gasps, arching her back and letting out a long groan as you continue to pleasure her.

Your touch is driving her wild with desire; she never thought it would feel this good to be touched like this. But as the pleasure intensifies, so does her need for control. "Stop," she says between pants, pulling away from you slightly and straightening up. "I've... I've had enough."

Her heart races as she takes a moment to catch her breath, eyes still closed and mind spinning with the sensations of what just happened. She's not sure if she can go back to being herself around you now that she's tasted what it feels like to let go.

Without looking at you, Lida reaches out a trembling hand and rests it on your shoulder, guiding you down onto your knees in front of her. "I want... I want to violate you," she whispers, her voice hoarse with desire. "I want to see how far I can push you before you break."

Her other hand slides beneath the waistband of your trunks and starts stroking your tiny cock through the fabric, teasingly close but never quite touching. "Do you understand?" she asks softly, her breath warm against your ear.

The feel of your hot breath against his ear, combined with the pain from her pressing feet against his crotch, sends a shiver down Saba's spine. His small cock jerks at the sensation as he starts to suck on the tip of Lida's dick, desperate for release but knowing that she's in control here.

She moans softly, the vibrations rumbling through his body as he continues to stroke him through the fabric of his trunks, her other hand gripping tightly around his hip. "Good boy," she whispers, her breath hot against his ear as well. "You're doing so well for me."

With a gentle tug, she pulls him away from her dick and forces him to stand before her, his small cock now painfully hard and exposed. She steps closer, pressing their bodies together, her hard length still erect

Her grip tightens around his hip as he thrusts against her, their bodies grinding together in a desperate dance of dominance and submission. The feel of his cock brushing against hers, even through the fabric of their swimsuits, is enough to send another shudder down her spine.

When she feels his release, a hot, salty mixture spreading across the head of her dick, Lida's eyes roll back in her head and she lets out a muffled groan. Her body trembles as she comes too, hips bucking wildly against him as she empties herself onto his tiny cock.

Finally, they stand there, panting heavily, sweat dripping down their faces. Lida releases her grip on his hip and steps back, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath. She looks at you almost dazedly, real

nd pityingly at your tiny cock before looking back up at you. Her expression is strangely satisfied; a mix of disbelief that she let herself go so far and relief that she found someone who could take control in this way.

"Well, I suppose we should get going," she says slowly, trying to compose herself. "You didn't think I'd just let you... touch me like that without anything in return, did you?" She smirks devilishly as she looks down at your tiny cock covered in her cum.

"Come on, let's get cleaned up," she says finally, offering a hand to help you up from the floor. With shaky legs, you take it and stand unsteadily beside her. It's quiet for a moment as you both compose yourselves before returning to the pool, slightly less aware of each other than before.

But the power dynamic between them has

changed; there's no denying that now. The thought both excites and terrifies Lida at the same time. As she walks out of the changing room, a flash of red catches her eye: your tiny penis is still covered in her cum. She glances over to make sure nobody else noticed before giving you a knowing smirk as you follow her through the doors.

Perhaps things will be different between them from now on. Or perhaps this was just an isolated incident, bound to happen given their proximity and the nature of their relationship. Only time will tell.

The words hang in the air as you stare at her expectantly, and Lida realizes that perhaps this wasn't such a good idea after all. But then again... she hasn't been this aroused since before she started training for the Olympics. Perhaps there is something to be said about letting go every once in a while.

With a smirk of her own, she says, "We'll see." And with that cryptic response, she turns and dives back into the pool, leaving you standing there uncertainly but undeniably hooked on whatever comes next.

She doesn't notice your theft until much later, when she's alone in her room, too tired to even bother showering after practice. That's when she catches a whiff of something... off. Confused, she looks down at her pants folded on the floor and realizes what's missing: the cheap-smelling cologne she always wears to cover up her natural scent.

With a mixture of anger and arousal surging through her, Lida jumps out of bed and snatches her phone from the nightstand. After several minutes of furious texting, she tosses it aside with a satisfied grunt and climbs back under the covers, hugging her pillow to her chest as she inhales deeply, trying to find any trace of him left on her clothes.

But no matter how hard she tries, she can't shake the feeling that this has only

His voice, low and throaty with desire, pierces through the thin wall of her bedroom door. She jerks upright in bed at the sound of it, heart racing as adrenaline surges through her veins. Her eyes dart toward the closed door before skittering away again, unable to tear themselves from their restless path across the room.

Taking a shaky breath, she pushes herself out of bed and hurriedly throws on a robe, tying it tightly around her waist as she crosses the room. Her hands tremble as she reaches for the knob and slowly pulls open the door, revealing him standing there in all his glory: his tiny frame clad in nothing but panties and an oversized T-shirt, looking up at her with pleading eyes.

"You come to finish what you started?" she asks coolly, forcing herself

to sound unaffected despite the hammering of her heart in her ears. Her lips purse as he steps closer, the scent of his cologne filling the air between them. It's intoxicating, making it harder and harder to remember why this is a bad idea.

"What do you want from me?" she asks finally, her voice barely above a whisper. She can feel herself growing wet just from looking at him like this; it's as if his presence has some kind of power over her.

He reaches up and cups her cheek gently, tilting her head back so that their eyes meet. "I want to please you," he says softly, barely loud enough for her to hear over the pounding of blood in her ears. "I want to make you feel good."

Her breath hitches as his thumb brushes across her lips, and she parts them involuntarily,

driving her wild with desire. Unable to resist any longer, she steps forward and pulls him inside, closing the door behind them. The movement brings their bodies together, his small frame pressed against hers, his lips teasingly close to her own as he whispers hot words of submission into her ear.

Her hands slide beneath his shirt, skin on skin, seeking purchase as she backs them both up until they're lying on the bed. With a moan, she rolls him onto his back, straddling his tiny form as she leans down to capture his lips with her own. His tongue flickers out to meet hers, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body.

Her hips begin to rock against his hip, their bare skin slapping together in time with their passionate kisses. She can feel him growing hard beneath her, pressing against her even through the barrier of their swimsuits. It

grows more and more insistent, a demand that she take him deeper. With a soft moan, she slips one hand between them and grips his hard length, guiding it toward her waiting ass. His head presses against her entrance, breath hot and ragged against her neck as he tries to push himself into her.

She takes a moment to savor the feel of him pressed against her, the tightness surrounding him as she teases him mercilessly, leaving him aching for release but denied. Finally, with a triumphant grin, she eases herself downward until he's buried to the hilt in her ass. The feeling is so intensely satisfying that she actually lets out a cry of pleasure before collapsing on top of him, their bodies entwined as they come together in a shuddering release.

As their breathing steadies and their hearts calm once more, Lida roll