Under Her Spell

**Chapter 1: The Invitation**

I stood at Lori’s doorstep, my heart thumping a wild rhythm against my ribcage. The summer heat clung to my skin, but it was nothing compared to the fire that ignited every time I thought of her. Lori, with her thick thighs and unapologetic curves, was a force of nature—a woman who knew exactly what she wanted and how to get it. I knocked, and the door creaked open almost instantly, as if she’d been waiting for me.

'You’ve come back for more, huh?' Her voice was a sultry purr, dripping with confidence as she leaned against the doorframe, her full lips curling into a wicked smirk. Her dark eyes raked over me, assessing, teasing. 'Can’t stay away from a real woman, can you, sweetheart?'

I swallowed hard, my throat dry as I tried to match her energy. 'Maybe I just like the view from down under,' I shot back, a grin tugging at my lips despite the heat creeping up my neck.

Lori laughed, a rich, throaty sound that sent a shiver down my spine. 'Oh, you’ve got a mouth on you. Good. I like a challenge.' She stepped aside, gesturing me in with a flick of her wrist. 'Come on, then. Let’s see if you can keep up.'

The door clicked shut behind me, sealing us into her world. We sat at her kitchen table, the air between us crackling with unspoken tension as we danced around small talk. But Lori wasn’t one for games—not for long. She leaned forward, her gaze piercing, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. 'I know what you’ve been up to with Oeti. Don’t play coy with me. I see those panty lines etched in your memory. Like mother, like daughter, huh? But I’m not here to judge. I’m here to… elevate your experience.'

Her index finger traced the edge of my jaw, slow and deliberate, sending a jolt straight through me. 'It’s not every day I get to sit on such a cute, eager face,' she murmured, her eyes glinting with mischief. 'All summer, as much as you like, I’ll park myself right there. I *love* sitting on faces. So, what do you say? Ready to be mine?'

My breath hitched, but I wasn’t about to let her have all the power. 'Only if you can handle me fighting for air down there,' I quipped, my voice steadier than I felt. 'I’m not just some toy to smother.'

Her grin widened, predatory and thrilled. 'Oh, I like that fire. Let’s see how long it burns.' She stood, her hand wrapping around mine with a firm tug, pulling me toward her bedroom. 'Come on, hotshot. Let’s play.'

The room was dimly lit, the air heavy with anticipation. Lori didn’t waste time. She pushed me onto the bed, my back hitting the mattress with a soft thud. Her dress came off in one fluid motion, revealing tight, lacy panties that hugged her curves like a second skin. She slid them down her thighs, her eyes never leaving mine, daring me to look away. I didn’t.

'You ready for this?' she asked, straddling me, her full, womanly ass hovering just above my face. Her presence was overwhelming, her scent already teasing my senses. 'Because once I sit, there’s no going back.'

'Bring it on,' I challenged, my voice thick with anticipation. 'I can handle a little weight.'

She chuckled, low and dangerous. 'Oh, honey, you have no idea.' Slowly, deliberately, she lowered herself, her bare cheeks spreading as they descended. The first touch was electric—soft, warm, and all-encompassing. Her ass settled over me, fusing with my face, my nose buried deep in her center. She was wet, dripping with heat, her humid depths slick and intoxicating. A sloshy, squishy sound filled the air as she shifted, grinding just enough to let me know who was in control.

'That’s it,' she purred, her voice a mix of command and delight. 'Breathe me in. Let me mark you.' Her movements grew bolder, her ass pressing harder, her moisture seeping into my skin, my nostrils. I was drowning in her, and damn if I didn’t want more.

But Lori wasn’t done teasing. She lifted herself just enough to bend over, her face close to mine as she inhaled deeply. 'You’re beginning to smell just like you should,' she said, her tone dripping with satisfaction. 'Now, let’s see how long you can last under me.'

And with that, she lowered herself again, her full weight pinning me, her wet heat enveloping me completely. I was hers, and the summer was just beginning.