Make it up to her

You step closer, closing the distance until her back is almost against the old tire swing. Without saying a word, you reach up and start unbuttoning her school shirt. Saoirse’s breath catches, but she doesn’t stop you. One by one the buttons come undone, revealing her tanned cleavage and a lacy white bra.

You reach behind her and unhook the bra with a smooth motion. She lets you, shrugging her shoulders so the shirt and bra slide down her arms, exposing her full, perky tits to the cool night air. Her nipples are already hard.

You lean down and take one into your mouth, sucking gently at first, then harder, swirling your tongue around the sensitive bud.

“Ahh… fuck…” Saoirse moans, her hand instinctively going to the back of your head. “So you can be a good boy, huh? Mmm…”

You switch to the other nipple, sucking and lightly biting while your hand squeezes her soft tit. Saoirse’s breathing gets heavier, her usual bitchy attitude cracking as soft moans escape her lips.

You slide your other hand down her body, slipping it under her short pleated skirt. Your fingers press against her panties, feeling how soaked she already is. You start rubbing her pussy through the thin fabric, focusing on her clit.

“Shit, Jack…” she hisses, her hips bucking against your hand. “Don’t you dare fucking tease me this time.”

You don’t. You rub faster, pressing two fingers firmly against her swollen clit while still sucking hard on her nipple. Saoirse’s moans grow louder and more ****. Her tanned thighs tremble as she leans back against the tire for support.

“Oh my god… right there, fuck, don’t stop,” she gasps, her dominant tone completely gone. “I’m gonna… I’m gonna cum—”

Her body suddenly tenses hard. She lets out a long, shaky moan as her orgasm hits. Her pussy pulses against your fingers through her soaked panties, and her legs shake violently. You keep rubbing her through it, drawing out every second of her pleasure while she whimpers and curses under her breath.

The moment her orgasm starts to fade and her body is still vibrating, you push her down onto the soft grass by the lake before she can recover or try to run off again.

Saoirse lands on her back with a surprised gasp, her shirt still open, tits out, and skirt flipped up. She looks up at you, flushed and breathing hard.

“You fucking—!” she starts, but her voice is weak and shaky from the aftershocks.

You kneel between her spread legs, looking down at the usually bitchy queen bee all disheveled and horny.

“Not so fast,” you say with a smirk. “I’m not done making it up to you yet.”