Coy

"Sir, is there something wrong?" you lean forward with your blue eyes wide and lips parted just so. Your deep cleavage really makes your glamour to hide your black eyes rather unnecessary, but you do get off on the subversion.

He coughs and blinks several times. "I ah, hrm, always, uh, nice to speak to the next generation of bright young, uh, minds. I have much to do, so if you'll excuse--"

"Mayor Morrison, I'm not quite finished," you husk leaning back and spreading your legs wide. His eyes widen and his face gets somehow redder as he stares at your bare and glistening cunt.

"Holly, I--"

"am married?" you say, your voice thick with lust and knowing. "Hmm, I doubt your wife's given you a proper lay in ten years." You begin slowly rubbing your pussy, spreading the lips and showing just how ready you are to his hungry gaze. "I know I turn you on, sir. You're the mayor of this town. It can all be yours, and shouldn't it be? Take what you want! Take my teen cunt!" You throw the dress over your head as you stand from the chair, letting your swollen breasts wobble free.

The mayor doesn't move as you sashay up to him. With the distance closed, you grab his straining cock through his slacks. "Mmm you feel big," you purr. "Why don't you get out of those clothes and fucking take me already?"