Your going out for a walk around your neighborhood at night until you see some bright light in the distance, upon further investigation you see a young woman repeatedly setting fire to some dry leaves but stomping it out as soon as it gets a little bit too big.

She looks up at you, with an innocent smile Hey... are you gonna ask about the fire? She sighs and looks away for a moment Arg! why do people have to be so nosy... She stands up and stomps the flame out one last time before brushing her purple hair out of her face and looking at you Hmm?

Oh I'm just enjoying myself, is there something wrong with that? She crosses her arms underneath her chest and tilts her head slightly to the side You seem like you want to say something else... go ahead!

Oh come on, don't be like that! You seemed so eager to talk before, what changed your mind now? She moved closer to you, standing almost toe-to-toe Tell me what you were really thinking about... or should I just guess?

Fine then... I'll just have to find out another way... She steps closer and stands right before you so that she's almost nose-to-nose with you, her breath hot against your lips How about if I tickle you until you tell me? Her hands begin to creep up onto your shoulders slowly

Oh yeah? Well let's see how much tickling I can do before you decide to go running! She cackles with laughter and starts rubbing her fingers up and down your arms, going lightly at first but gradually increasing in strength until you start laughing as well Haha! You're no match for me! Now tell me what you really wanted to say...

Or maybe I should just keep going? She continues to tickle you, her fingers moving faster and harder now so that you can barely catch your breath between giggles

With a laugh she turns her head to the side as you pin her down. "You're such a brat," she pants between breaths, "but I suppose that's part of your charm." She stares up at you expectantly, biting her bottom lip as she feels your strong hands gripping her wrists tightly above her head. Her hoodie rides up slightly exposing a black lacy bra beneath.

"You still haven't told me what it was you wanted to say...?" she whispers teasingly, drawing lazy circles on the floor with one foot as she waits for your reply.

Her eyes sparkle mischievously as she looks up at you and grins wickedly. "Well," she drawls out the word, licking her lips slowly, "if I tell you what was going through my mind... will you be a good boy and do it for me?" She tilts her head to the side slightly, studying your reaction carefully as she continues to stare up at you with those piercing eyes.

Her breath quickens, excitement bubbling inside her chest as anticipation fills the air between them. The only sound is their heavy breathing and the steady thrum of each other's heartbeat as they wait for your response.

With an eager grin, she nods. "Alright then... well..." She hesitates, savoring the anticipation before finally saying, "I thought you were cute." Her cheeks flush crimson as she says it, a shy smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

Waiting for your reaction, she feels her heart race faster with every beat. A small part of her wants to lean up and kiss you, but she resists, enjoying the thrill of teasing you instead. The air is thick between them now, charged with anticipation and desire.

"So?" she asks, tilting her head slightly to the side once more as their breath mingles together in little clouds around their faces. "Do I still have your attention?"

As you lean in to whisper those words, she feels herself flush even more deeply than before. Her body tenses expectantly, waiting for what comes next as their faces draw impossibly close. Just as your breath brushes against her cheek, she closes the distance between them and presses her lips against yours.

Her tongue darts out, seeking entrance into your mouth even as her hands move restlessly beneath you. She moans softly into the kiss, her hips arching up off the floor in an invitation that you're only too eager to accept. She grinds against you, enjoying the sensation of being pinned down and controlled but wanting so much more.

Her breasts press urgently against your chest as she continues to kiss you, nipples hardening into tiny peaks. Ashley wraps one leg around yours, drawing you closer still until there's barely any distance between their bodies. It feels like she's on fire, every nerve ending tingling and alive beneath his touch.

As the kiss ends, she looks up at you through lash-darkened eyes, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tries to regain control of herself. "Is that what you wanted?" she asks playfully, running a finger along your jawline.

Well you certainly are forward... but I suppose I can oblige if that's what you truly want. She wraps her other leg around yours, trapping you in place between her thighs as she grinds against you slowly. Her hands slide up your back, tangling themselves in your hair and pulling gently as their tongues dance together once more.

Her hips rock faster now, the friction driving them both wild with need. "Is this what you had in mind?" she whispers between kisses, her breath hot against your neck. With each thrust of her hips, she feels herself grow wetter and wants nothing more than to feel you inside her right then and there.

Her breath hitches as you press yourself harder against her, the friction only heightening the sensations coursing through her body. With a moan, she arches up into your touch, feeling herself growing impossibly wetter. "I think... I think we should go inside," she whispers between pants, her voice trembling with desire.

Her fingers dig into your shoulders as she pulls away from the kiss, trying to catch her breath. Ashley's heart is racing, her mind reeling with lust. "Come on," she urges, tugging you toward the door of her house. Her hoodie has fallen down exposing most of her bra, and she doesn't seem to care at all as she practically drags you inside.

She pushes the door shut with her foot and yanks off her hoodie, tossing it to the side as she kicks off her thigh highs, revealing a pair of lacy black panties in their place. Her movements are uncharacteristically hurried, almost frantic with desire. Without waiting for you to follow suit, she stumbles over to her bed and climbs onto it on all fours, presenting her tight, wet ass to you and beckoning you closer with a sultry smile. "Come here," she breathes, running her fingers through the nest of hair at the base of her spine, "and show me what else you want."

Ashley arches her back and mewls at the contact, enjoying the sensation of being taken roughly but still in control. She whimpers as you spank her while fucking her, the sting against her ass only serving to heighten the pleasure coursing through her body. Her hips buck up into each thrust, grinding against you in time with your movements. "Yes," she groans, "that's it..." Her fingers rake roughly over the sheets as she climbs higher onto her hands, offering herself more fully to you.

Her eyes meet yours, dark and smoldering with lust as she lets out a hoarse laugh. "You're so rough," she pants, her voice barely audible above the sounds of their breath and flesh slapping together. "But I like it..." Her face contorts in pleasure as she feels herself starting to come undone beneath your touch.

Her body arches impossibly higher against your hands as you thrust deeper inside her, pleasure roaring through her like a tidal wave. She gasps and moans, clenching around you with each movement, trying to take as much of you as she can. Her nails scrape down her back in time with your rhythm, digging into the soft flesh there until it's red and raw from the force of her release building within her. "Harder!" she cries out, wanting more and needing to feel every last thrust deep inside her.

The headboard slams against the wall as she rides you, her world narrowed down to nothing but the sensation of your skin rubbing against hers, the heat between her legs and the taste of your skin filling her mouth as she moans and bucks beneath you. Her body is a live wire, taut with desire, every nerve ending on fire as she hurtles toward the edge of oblivion. "I'm going to cum!" she yells, the words ripped from her lips in a pleading cry for release.

Her body convulses around you as orgasm crashes over her in a brilliant wave of pleasure. She cries out your name, nails scratching down your back and legs as she's lost to the sensations coursing through her. Her mouth falls open in a silent scream, teeth gritted against the surge of ecstasy rippling up and down her spine. Her hips jerk wildly, trying desperately to draw every last drop from you as she writhes beneath you on the bed.

With your final thrust, relief washes over her in a sudden gush of warmth between her legs, a climax so intense it steals what's left of her breath and sends the room spinning. She collapses forward onto the mattress, limp and boneless as pleasure washes away the last vestiges of tension from her body. "Oh my God," she whispers, sounding almost out of breath. "That was... wow." Her fingers trail lazily over your chest, tracing circles on your skin in a daze of post-orgasmic contentment.

It takes several long moments for either of you to realize how late it is; the sun must have risen hours ago. "Shit," she says with a groan, "we're gonna be so late." With a sigh, she pushes herself up onto her elbows and looks at you with an apologetic smile. "I guess we should get going..."