Mesmerising Tits

Katniss's eyes lock with Marvel's as she slowly runs her hands over her bare breasts, her fingers teasing and tantalizing. She can see the hunger in his gaze, the way his eyes devour every inch of her exposed skin.

"Like what you see, Marvel?" she purrs, her voice low and seductive. "I bet you've never seen a pair of tits like these before…. mmm sooo perky, just begging to be touched."

She cups her breasts, lifting them slightly, offering them up to him like a sacrifice. "Go on, Marvel. Touch them. Feel how soft they are, how they fit perfectly in your hands."

Marvel's hand moves towards her, his fingers hovering just inches from her skin. But he hesitates, his eyes flickering between her face and her breasts, as if unsure whether this is a trap.

"Don't be shy," Katniss coaxes, her voice a silken caress. "I know you want to. I can see it in your eyes, feel it in the way your body trembles with desire."

She leans forward, her breasts brushing against his chest, her lips grazing his ear.

Marvel's breath hitches, his hand finally making contact with her skin. His fingers trace the curve of her breast, the pad of his thumb brushing over her nipple, sending a shiver down her spine.

"That's it," Katniss murmurs, her voice a low, encouraging purr. "Don't be afraid."

She arches into his touch, her body responding despite her revulsion, Katniss has to keep him distracted, keep him focused on her body and not her intentions.

Her hands move to his chest, her fingers trailing down his abs, teasing and tempting. “You like that, don't you, Marvel?”

Katniss's hand moves lower, her fingers brushing against the bulge in Marvel's pants. He groans, his hips bucking into her touch, seeking more friction, more sensation.

"Fuck, yes," he gasps, his eyes glazed with lust. "Don't stop, Katniss. Keep touching me, I want to feel your hands all over me."

Katniss obliges, her fingers working deftly at his zipper, freeing his hardening cock from the confines of his pants. She wraps her hand around him, stroking him slowly, teasingly.

"You're so hard," she purrs, her voice a low, seductive murmur. "I bet you can't wait to feel me wrapped around you, can you? To feel my tight little pussy squeezing you, milking you for all you're worth."

Marvel's head falls back, his eyes closing in bliss as she works him with her hand. He thrusts into her grip, his hips moving in time with her strokes.

"God, Katniss," he pants, his voice strained with pleasure. "You're so good at this. So fucking good. I knew you'd be a natural, knew you'd know just how to touch me."

Katniss just smiles, her expression a mix of triumph and revulsion. She knows she's got him right where she wants him, lost in a haze of lust and desire. She can feel his cock throbbing in her hand, can feel the heat of his skin, the slickness of his pre-cum.

She leans in closer, her lips brushing against his ear. "You want more, don't you, Marvel?" she whispers, her voice a sinful temptation. "You want to feel me, all of me. You want to bury yourself inside me, to claim me as yours."

Marvel nods frantically, his eyes wild with need. "Yes," he gasps, his voice ragged and ****. “Fuck, yes. I want you, Katniss, I want to fuck your tight little cunt!”

Katniss's hand moves faster, her fingers tightening around Marvel's throbbing cock. She can feel him getting close, his hips bucking erratically, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

"Come on, Marvel," she purrs, her voice low and seductive. "You're so close, aren't you? So close to coming, to spilling yourself all over me."

Marvel nods, his eyes glazed with lust and desperation. "Fuck, yes," he pants, his voice strained with pleasure. "I'm so fucking close. I just need... I need..."

"What do you need, Marvel?" Katniss asks, her voice a sinful temptation. "What do you want more than anything else in the world right now?"

Marvel's eyes flicker to her bound legs, to the ropes that still hold her in place. "I want... I want to fuck you," he gasps, his voice raw with need. "I want to fucking pound you Katniss..."

Katniss smiles, a slow, wicked curve of her lips. "Then untie me," she says, her voice calm and reasonable. "Untie my legs and let me give you what you want. Let me wrap myself around you, let me take you deep inside me."

Marvel hesitates, his hand moving to the ropes that bind her ankles. He looks down at her, his eyes searching her face for any sign of deception or trickery.

"You promise?" he asks, his voice hopeful and uncertain. "You promise you'll let me fuck you, no tricks?"

Katniss nods, her expression one of pure, unadulterated lust. "I promise," she breathes, her voice a sultry whisper. "I'll do anything you want, Marvel. Anything at all. Just untie me and let me show you how good it can be."

Marvel swallows hard, his hand shaking as he reaches for the ropes