Take Control, Baby Doll

I'm in a motel room sitting on a chair, and there's a beautiful 20-year-old woman, short black velvet dress, high heels, blonde hair, medium breasts and medium ass. She's sitting on the bed looking at me, waiting for me to tell her what I want her to do.

The faded motel room teemed with a thick tension, charged air. And a young blonde too — sitting on the bed in a snug, short, black velvet dress. Her heels clicked softly on the worn carpet as she shifted, her legs crossed, revealing the teasing edge of a lace thong. She stared at me, her blue eyes bright, lips slightly parted. Her dress rode up, exposing more of her thighs. Medium, firm, teased by the stockings. I took in every inch of her: blonde hair tumbling around her shoulders, medium showy breasts strain her dress. “Tell me what you want,” she whispered, her voice low and sultry, her eyelashes fluttering. I moved closer, standing between her legs. I laid my finger under her chin, lifting her gaze to mine. “Take off your dress,” I said, my voice steady and commanding. She bit her lower lip, her fingers slowly rising to the zipper on the side of her dress. I watched as she pulled it down, the fabric separating to reveal her smooth, creamy skin. Her dress fell to the floor, leaving her in nothing but a black lacy bra and thong, her heels. I circled her, taking in the curve of her ass, the way her back arched slightly. I leaned in, my breath hot on her ear. “Lie down,” I commanded. She complied, her back pressing into the coarse, yellow bedspread. Her legs were parted slightly, her breath coming in short, excited gasps. I could see the damp spot on her thong, proof of her arousal. I stood at the edge of the bed, looking down at her. She was a feast, ready to be devoured. And I was starving. I leaned over her, my hands pressing into the bed on either side of her head. She looked up at me, her eyes wide with anticipation. “Spread your legs,” I said, my voice a low growl. She did as she was told — her legs spreading wider, exposing her completely to me. I could see the glistening wetness between her legs, her pussy lips swollen and ready.

Her heels dug into the mattress as she spread her legs wider, her breath hitching as she exposed herself fully to my gaze. I could see the glistening wetness, the way her pussy lips parted slightly, revealing the pink flesh within. She was ready, and she knew it. I trailed a finger lightly down her inner thigh, watching as goosebumps rose on her skin. She shivered, her hips twitching slightly, eager for more. I smiled, my touch moving closer to her center, but not quite touching where she wanted it most. Her breath hitched, her body tensing in anticipation. "Please," she whimpered, her hips lifting slightly, trying to close the distance between my finger and her aching clit. I leaned down, my breath hot on her ear. "Please what?" I murmured, my finger finally brushing against her wet folds. She gasped, her body jerking at the touch. I circled her clit gently, her hips bucking against my hand. "Touch me," she panted, her fingers digging into the bedspread. "Touch me more." Her voice was a breathy plea, her body writhing under my touch. I obliged, my fingers sliding into her wet heat. She was tight, her walls clenching around my fingers as I moved them in and out, her hips matching my rhythm. Her moans filled the room, her body arching off the bed as I increased the pace, my thumb circling her clit. She was close, her body tensing, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. I could feel her walls clenching tighter, her body shuddering as she neared her climax. I leaned down, my lips capturing one of her nipples through the lace of her bra. She cried out, her body convulsing as her orgasm hit her. Her pussy clenched around my fingers, her juices coating my hand as she rode out her wave of pleasure. Her body shook and her thighs quivered. I looked up at her, her chest heaving, her face flushed. She looked utterly fuckable. I could feel my cock throbbing, eager to take its place inside her. But I wanted to draw this out, to make her beg for it. I pulled my fingers out of her, her body shuddering at the loss. She looked at me, her eyes glazed with lust, her lips parted in a silent plea. I smiled, licking her juices off my fingers. “You’re so fucking wet,” I murmured, my voice thick with desire. “And I haven’t even started yet.”