Saying goodnight to the Queen-bitch

You stand up, looking down at the messy, disheveled queen bee lying on the grass, tits out, skirt flipped up, face flushed, and thighs soaked from how hard she squirted.

Instead of walking away, you crouch down and gently help her up. Saoirse looks surprised as you pick up her bra and shirt, carefully slipping them back onto her shoulders. You even button up her school shirt for her, taking your time, almost tenderly.

She stays quiet and lets you dress her, watching you with a strange expression. Her cheeks are still deeply flushed, you can’t quite tell if it’s just from the intense fucking or if she’s actually blushing.

Once she’s fully dressed again, you smooth her blonde hair a little. Saoirse opens her mouth, then closes it, clearly thrown off by the gentle treatment.

“Well…” she finally says, turning to leave.

You reach out and give her plump ass a firm, loud slap.

Saoirse yelps in surprise.

“I’ll call you next time I want another booty call,” you say with a smirk.

She spins around, glaring at you with wide eyes, but her face is still noticeably red. “You fucking—!”

She huffs loudly, unable to finish her sentence, then turns on her heel and storms off into the night, her hips swaying with each angry step.

You watch her go with a satisfied grin, the sound of her annoyed huff still lingering in the air.