Kendall Jenner stood in front of her floor-to-ceiling mirror, clad only in a sheer lace thong. She admired her toned physique, running a hand over her flat stomach and playfully pouting at her reflection.
"Who is it?" she called out, hearing a knock on the door.
A deep, masculine voice responded, "It's me, Scott."
Kendall rolled her eyes, muttering, "Oh great, just what I need. The king of douchebags."
But despite her insult, she couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement as Scott entered the closet and locked eyes with her. His gaze was intense, drawn to her confidence and sex appeal.
Kendall took a step towards him, her hips swaying seductively. "What do you want, Scott?" she whispered, her voice husky and inviting.
Scott stammers, trying to find the right words. Kendall smirks and teases him, "You can't even speak? Pathetic."
But finally, he regains his composure and responds, "I want you, Kendall. I've always wanted you."
Kendall raises an eyebrow and challenges him, "And what makes you think you can have me?"
Scott, determined, takes a step closer and confidently replies, "Because I know you want me too."
Kendall, unable to resist the tension, reaches out and touches his chest. She can feel the heat radiating off of him and it only fuels her desire.
They lock eyes again and Kendall, in a husky voice, says, "You're right, Scott. I do want you."
With that, she grabs him by the collar and pulls him in for a passionate kiss. Their lips meet in a frenzy, tongues exploring and hands roaming. Kendall takes the lead, her confidence and control turning Scott on even more.
She pushes him back onto the plush carpet of the closet, straddling him. She can feel his hardness beneath her and it only makes her wetter. She grinds against him, her hips moving in time with his.
Scott reaches up and cups her breasts, his thumbs brushing against her nipples. Kendall gasps, her head falling back as she enjoys the sensation. She reaches down and undoes his pants, freeing his hard cock.
She strokes him, her grip firm and sure. She leans down and takes him in her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip. Scott moans, his hands tangled in her hair.
But Kendall isn't done yet. She stands up and pulls off her thong, throwing it to the side. She positions herself above him, her wet pussy hovering above his cock.
She looks down at him, her eyes filled with desire. "You're mine now," she whispers, before sinking down onto him.
They both moan as he fills her, their bodies moving together in a rhythm that only they can understand. Kendall sets the pace, her hips moving faster and faster.
Scott reaches up and pinches her nipples, causing her to moan even louder. She leans down and kisses him, their tongues dancing as they reach their peak.
With a final thrust, they both come, their bodies shuddering in pleasure. Kendall collapses onto Scott, her head resting on his chest as they catch their breath.
The sound of their heavy breathing fills the closet, the scent of sex hanging in the air. Kendall looks up at Scott, a satisfied smile on her face.
"Round one goes to me," she says, before getting up and getting dressed.
Scott can only watch, his mind blown by the encounter. He knows one thing for sure - he's never been with a woman like Kendall before.
And he can't wait for round two.
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