Elena lounged against the velvet chaise, her sharp black heels glinting under the dim lamp as she watched Marcus sketch at the table. At eighteen, he was all wide-eyed wonder, pencil dancing over paper with innocent doodles of clouds and puppies. 'These little guys are just so pure, like you,' he said with that boyish grin, catching her off guard in the best way. Elena's lips curved into a wicked smile; she was no fragile flower, a woman of steel and fire who took what she wanted. 'Pure? Darling, you're making me feel things that aren't pure at all,' she quipped, her voice sharp as a blade. 'What if I told you those heels could do more than click on floors? What if I trampled you right here, pressing down until you feel every inch of my power?' Marcus blinked, his cheeks flushing. 'Trample me? Like... stepping on me? I love you, Elena, so if it makes you happy, sure... but I don't get why it would.' His hesitation was adorable, driven only by affection, not a clue about the heat building in her. 'Oh, sweet boy, you have no idea what this does to a woman like me,' she laughed, rising with predatory grace. She straddled his prone form on the rug, her heel hovering. 'Ready?' He nodded, and she lowered it onto his chest—pain flickered across his face, but his pants stayed flat, no erection betraying any secret thrill. That innocence made her pussy throb, wet and dripping already. 'Look at you, no hard cock reacting. You're truly clueless, aren't you?' she teased wittily, pressing harder. 'Most men would be panting and horny by now, but you? Just love.' Marcus winced, sweating lightly. 'It hurts, but for you...' Elena's eyes gleamed; she jumped, the heel piercing his skin, drawing blood that welled up crimson. He cried out, and she kicked him aside like nothing, her ass swaying as she stood tall. 'Thank you for letting this sadistic woman make a boy cry—it's delicious.' The sight of his pain and purity ignited her fully. She shed her dress, revealing curves that demanded worship, then pulled him up despite his wounds. 'Now, my innocent one, let's turn that pain into something explosive.' Her hand found his cock, stroking it hard as she mounted him, her wet pussy dripping onto his length. 'Fuck me like you mean it,' she commanded, riding with fierce strength, their bodies slamming together. He panted, finally understanding the fire, as she came hard around him, cum mixing with sweat in a frenzy of blows and thrusts that left them both gasping.
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