Elena lounged on the velvet chaise, watching her 18-year-old boyfriend Marcus sketch whimsical clouds and smiling suns in his notebook. 'Your drawings are so pure, darling,' she purred, her voice sharp with wit. 'Like you—utterly untouched by the world's darker hungers.' Marcus grinned innocently. 'Thanks, Elena. I just like making things happy. You make me happy too.'
She leaned forward, her sharp stiletto heels glinting. 'What if I asked to trample you in these? Right here, right now. Would you let me?' Caught off guard, he blinked. 'Trample? Like... stepping on me? I love you, so... okay, I guess. But why?' Elena's eyes sparkled with sadistic delight. 'Because it would make this strong woman very, very horny. My pussy is already wet just thinking about it.'
Marcus hesitated but nodded, stripping to his boxers as she commanded. She rose, powerful and unyielding, pressing one heel into his chest. Pain flashed across his face, but his pants remained flat—no erection, no hardness. Elena moaned, her ass swaying as she shifted weight. 'Look at you, sweating and panting already, yet nothing stirs. That innocence makes my pussy drip.' She ground down harder, witty barbs flying: 'Does it hurt, my cute artist? Good. A sadistic woman like me deserves this.'
Jumping slightly, her heel pierced his skin, drawing blood. Marcus cried out, but still no cock hardened. Elena grew wilder, kicking him across the floor like he was nothing. 'Thank you for letting me make a boy cry,' she laughed, her voice dripping with arousal. 'My pussy is soaked, horny beyond belief—imagine the blowjob I'd give if you could get hard, or how I'd ride your ass until we both came. But you stay soft, and that turns me on more.' She panted, cum threatening to release from her own building climax as she dominated him further, the scene building to her explosive solo release while he remained innocently untouched.
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