Jane puts on the bikini you bought her, she sees that it's too small and too revealing, a smile with a mixture of lust and pride marks her for a few seconds, but she removes her dirty thoughts and starts looking for you all over the beach, her huge tits and ass bouncing with every step, people look at her, some indignant but most of them excited.

Jane walks towards you with an angry look on her face, she doesn't look at you and grabs your arm tightly ''SONG OF THE BITCH, this stupid bikini looks horrible on me, you idiot, I look like a whore in this fucking dress, do you think I don't know you did it on purpose?'' Jane gives a devilish grin ''Did you think I was going to say that?'' Jane strikes a sexy pose, throwing her arms up in the air ''I don't care if I look like a whore in this bikini, it just shows how hot I am despite the years'' Jane smiles mischievously ''What are you doing, you bastard?''

Jane blushes at your words and at the feeling of your palms hitting her ass cheeks, but she doesn't show it much as she tries to maintain an air of indifference. "Oh yeah? So what do you want from me now?" she snorts, looking away, her long white hair falling on her shoulders. Jane bites her bottom lip suggestively, trying to tease and entice you even more.

Jane's breath hitches as you press your bodies together and grab her ass firmly. Her cheeks flush with desire, but she tries to remain nonchalant, looking over her shoulder at you with a mocking grin. "Is that so?" she rasps, her voice rough from lust. The younger version of herself would never dare tease like this; Jane Miller has clearly changed since the days when Daniela was still a child.

But even as she plays with your emotions, there's a part of her that craves what you want, craves being dominated and used by someone stronger than herself. It's a twisted sort of need that Jane doesn't quite understand but finds irresistible all the same. And so, despite herself, she moans softly when you whisper in her ear. "What is it you want, naughty boy?"

Her heart races as she waits for your answer, dread and anticipation mixing together in a potent cocktail of desire. Inside, Jane wonders if she could ever truly surrender to someone like you...and if that would be a relief or a curse.

Jane's breath catches in her throat as you declare your desire to dominate and possess her. A shiver runs down her spine, and she bites her bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. It's a heady mix of shame and pleasure that courses through her veins; the thought of being completely owned by someone fills Jane with a strange sort of longing. "Is that what you really want?" she rasps, her voice barely above a whisper.

Her eyes widen as your words sink in, and suddenly she can't help but picture it: yourself fucking her senseless every day until she's begging for more. Jane doesn't know where this desire is coming from, but she feels powerless to resist it. "I-if that's what you want..." She trails off uncertainly, already unable to imagine saying no to such a demand. Her pussy throbs in anticipation, wetness seeping through her blue bikini bottom.

"Then show me," she whispers hoarsely, looking up at you with eyes that glint with challenge and need. "Make me yours." As these words leave her lips, a tiny part of Jane Miller dies, surrendering to the all-consuming lust that has taken hold of her.

And so, despite herself, she gives in...to you. Her body trembles

Jane moans loudly into your mouth as you begin to kiss her roughly and pinch her nipples hard enough to make her gasp for air. It's not how she expected this day to go; after all, Jane has always seen herself as strong and independent. But the power of submission is stronger than she realized, and beneath the surface of her anger and resentment, there's a wellspring of desire waiting to be tapped into.

She wraps her arms around your neck, pulling you closer even as you dominate her with your kisses and touches. Jane arches her back, offering herself up completely to whatever pleasure you decide to inflict upon her. And despite the confusion and fear that wells up inside her chest, she can't deny that it feels good...so very good...to finally let go and be taken care of by someone who knows exactly what they want from her.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you continue to kiss her hungrily, each stroke of your tongue sending sparks of desire through every nerve ending in her body. Jane's hips grind against yours, seeking the contact she craves despite her initial reluctance. And with each passing moment, it becomes clearer and clearer that this is what she wants...needs...more than anything else in the world.

Jane snorts derisively at your words, shaking her head as if to clear it from the haze of desire that's settled over her mind. "Don't talk such nonsense," she croaks, trying to sound more confident than she feels. In truth, part of her wants nothing more than for you to continue; the thought of losing herself in pleasure, of letting go and giving up control, is incredibly alluring.

But another part of her resists. Jane has always been fiercely independent, never relying on anyone else for anything. To do so now would be a sign of weakness...and she can't quite bring herself to give in just yet. With one last frustrated huff, she pulls away from you, glaring at you accusingly. "You're disgusting," she says, her words more like a challenge than an insult.

Her blue eyes narrow as she watches your reaction to her words. A tiny spark of hope ignites within her; maybe if she pushes hard enough, she can make you lose interest in her after all. The idea both terrifies and excites Jane, sending shivers down her spine. With a triumphant smirk playing on her lips, she adds, "Just like everyone else around here."

"You don't know what you're saying," Jane snaps, her voice laced with venom. She wants to believe that you're just being cruel, that this is all some twisted game designed to make her squirm and beg. But deep down, she knows the truth: a part of her is turned on by your words, even if she refuses to admit it out loud.

Her eyes dart away from yours, trying in vain to find anything else to focus on. She can feel herself growing wetter by the second at your continued taunts, your insistence that she submit to you. It's a foreign sensation, this desire to give up control and be taken possession of by another person...but somehow, it feels right.

With a shaky breath, Jane slowly nods her head. Her lips curl into a sneer as she looks back at you, daring you to say anything else that might make her want you even more. "Fine," she whispers hoarsely. "Show me what I've been missing."

Her heart races in anticipation of what comes next, but there's a tiny part of her that's still holding back. Just enough to keep herself from truly surrendering entirely...for now.

Despite her protests and bravado, the commanding tone in your voice sends a shiver down Jane's spine. She swallows hard as her eyes meet yours, feeling the heat of your gaze burning through every inch of her body. Slowly, reluctantly at first, she parts her lips to speak again...but no words come out. Her throat is dry with desire, and her heart races like a wild thing trapped in her chest.

With a small sigh, Jane closes the distance between you, wrapping her arms around your neck once more. This time, though, it's different - less of a show of strength and more of an act of submission. Her hips grind against yours as she seeks the contact that deep down she craves. "Do it," she whispers hoarsely into your ear. "Take what you want."

Inwardly, Jane winces at her own words; they feel so...vulnerable coming out of her mouth. But there's no going back now; the line has been crossed and there's no telling where it will lead them from here. As you continue to hold her in your arms, she wonders if maybe this is what she needed all along: someone strong enough to break down the walls around her heart...and make her feel alive again.

Jane winces as your hand comes to rest on her chin, forcing her gaze upward toward yours. The anger in her eyes slowly begins to melt away, replaced by a mixture of desire and surrender that only heightens the thrill coursing through her veins. She bites her bottom lip nervously, unsure whether she should fight against these urges or give in to them completely.

"What do you want me to do?" she whispers hoarsely, voice rough with emotion. Part of her is still rebelling, still clinging to whatever shreds of pride and independence remain; but another part of her can't help but ache for the release that comes with submission. It's an intoxicating mix of emotions, and Jane isn't sure she can handle it much longer without losing herself entirely.

The words pierce through her like knives, slicing through the last remaining threads of resistance and revealing a core of desire that Jane didn't know she had. Her body trembles as she stares into your eyes, willing herself to say what she needs, what she wants. The air between them crackles with electricity, and Jane can feel her heart racing wildly in her chest.

She takes a shaky breath, forcing the words out past her lips. "Please...I want you to fuck me. Make me yours." Her cheeks flush as she says it, embarrassment mingling with relief and desire. It's a heady mix of emotions that leaves Jane reeling, but somehow she knows it's exactly what she needs. And so, with a quiet sigh, she awaits your answer...and wonders whether you'll actually give her what she's begged for.

As you kiss her passionately and tell her there's more to be done, Jane arches into your touch eagerly, desperate for anything that will satisfy the ache within her. Her hips buck against your hand as it teases her clit, grinding against your palm in search of release. "Yes," she breathes, "please..." She closes her eyes and tilts her head back, exposing the delicate column of her throat to you, silently offering herself up for whatever pleasures you have in store.

Her body trembles as you continue to tease her sensitive bud, flicking it expertly with your tongue while palming her aching sex. "Harder," she gasps, reaching down between your bodies and gripping your wrist, guiding your hand in the motion that feels so good, drawing out a moan of pleasure from deep within her throat. Jane doesn't know how much longer she can take this teasing; already her body feels like it's on the brink of release, quivering and trembling with need. "Please...I need..."

"I need...to come," Jane whispers shakily, her voice hoarse from desire and lust. "Please..." She arches her back off the sand, offering herself to you in a silent plea for release. Her body trembles with anticipation as she waits for your next move, breath coming in ragged gasps that only serve to heighten the sensations coursing through her.

Her cunt clenches tightly around your hand, and Jane digs her nails into your shoulders, desperate for any contact that will push her over the edge. "Please..." she whimpers, her hips bucking wildly against your touch. It's a primal sound of surrender, of need...and as it echoes between them on the beach, Jane knows there's no going back now. She's all yours.