He finds her crouched by the dryer in the garage, shoveling the recently washed clothes in.

She’s in a sheer white tank top that leaves little to the imagination and some plain green cotton panties that hug tight her cute ass.

He’s in his boxer shorts himself – it’s a warm spring day.

He takes in her dark hair is down around her face in tangles as she closes the dryer tight. And he just can’t help himself from saying – “Well hello there.”

She turns her head, sees his gaze and scoffs, her eyebrows rising. She’s getting ready to sass him, he just knows it.

But the words are already taking shape on his tongue.

“Kneel for me, beautiful.”

He sees the shift in her eye – her pupil enlarging on the spot as she’s crouched there, her bare feet twisted in the act.

For some reason he thinks of a werewolf – a transformation. He is witnessing something take place and not only does it thrill him, it kicks his heart into gear.

She stops what she’s doing and begins to kneel, tucking her legs underneath her ass, straightening her back.

Putting her hands, palms down, on her legs. He steps before her feeling his cock grow against the cotton of the boxer shorts and reaches out his hand to lift the tank top away from her skin.

Again he can’t help himself, he peeks down her top, sees the gorgeous curves of her tits and marvels at how she has submitted to him.

She chose him.

HIM.

“My, aren’t you a sight for these sore, tired eyes.”

He just can’t help himself like she can’t help the giggle that breaks her focus.

“Take off those panties for me.”

The smile that melts his heart is still on her face as she rises to her feet and wriggles out of her panties.

Her pubic hair trimmed into a triangle.

It makes him harder.

Soon he is going to have do something about that.

“Are they wet?”

She nods. Her hair falls around her face – but not before he sees the color in her cheeks.

“Put them in your mouth.”

She nods and parts her mouth, a single string of saliva connects upper lip to lower lip, and puts the punched up panties in her mouth.

“I suppose you want to masturbate.”

He notices her thumb rubbing along her index finger. Something she does when she’s feeling fidgety.

Her large brown eyes look back at him and nod.

He loves the helpless hapless look that comes off of her now.

And he loves it more because he has seen her at work, has listened to her in the kitchen on the phone, inspired by how she handles her team of copywriters.

He loves it because he sees the side she wants to give to him.

“I’ll allow it.”

He sits himself back on the couch they’ve set up in the garage, conveniently now just opposite of where she stands, hands behind her back.

But now her hands are moving to her front. He catches the slight parting of her legs, sees her fingers stretch open her little slit and glide along its length.

He doesn’t realize his own hands are moving until he feels his fingers curl around his cock and give it a squeeze. It feels good. It cancels out the edge of the ache.

He watches as her eyes squeeze shut, as her left hand wanders up to her chest and squeezes hard her left tit. When she moves on to her right tit, he sees her nipple poking through her thin tank top, can already make out her dark areola.

“Master?”

Her light voice snaps him out of his gaze and his eyes meet here. She’s holding onto her panties, biting on her lip, her eyes glassy.

“Does this one have permission to sit on your cock and ride you?”

He can only nod.

Why is she so fucking effortlessly sexy no matter what she does.

He smiles then – because he knows she knows what drives him mad. And it’s that look in her eye, the sound of her voice.

It’s like…it’s lighter.

Her regular voice is deeper, huskier. But this…it sounds strangely younger…innocent.

The feel of her thighs on either side of him snap him once again out of his thoughts. In his daydream, he’s missed her taking her shirt off – she’s naked now, slipping his boxers down his legs. He helps her throw it off.

It all happens in a second.

Then she finds his cock – again effortlessly – and she slides into him so deeply that he feels her against his stomach.

She cries out and he catches how the corner of her lips spasm into a smile. It’s there one second and gone the next, replaced by a look of concentration.

He lets her lead. There is something so beautiful about watching her – the way her nose scrunches up as she grinds back onto him, how she can’t help the smile lighting up her face.

It satisfies him, thrills him, and heightens his pleasure. He loves watching what she wants, watching how she controls how much of him she takes in and how.

And it’s slow and steady now. She’s got a grind happening – a beautiful rhythm that suits him just fine. He’s got the best seat in his house – watching his angel lit by the soft glow of the garage lights, her breasts taking on an orange glow, highlighting the sweat on her body.

Watching as her pussy grinds on his cock, his shaft covered in her excitement.

His hands are moving before he can process it, finding her ass and slipping underneath to cup her cheeks.

She breaks off from a moan to laugh, as if he caught her by surprise.

He laughs with her as he gives her a gentle squeeze, bringing her closer to him so that they’re bare skin to bare skin.

And grinds with her, watching her breasts sway with her every moments.

When she begins to tremble, he lets go of her ass to run his hands along to her breasts and gives them a squeeze.

Between breathy pants, she moans – “I love it when you play with my tits.”

“Yeah?”

“Mmm.”

He pinches down on her nipple, stretches it out towards him, and watches her body jerk.

Her breathing quickens along with her moans. He can’t keep up with her now, he can only watch and try to grind back somehow as she’s rocking out to the beat of her own drum.

She falls to his chest, her hair tickling him and making him jump. He reacts to the brush against him but lets it go, in awe of this gorgeous spirit riding his cock.

He moves his hand out from under her, relishes the feeling of her tits pressed against him. It drives him wild.

Suddenly her pacing slows, her movements become slow and steady and hard, as if savoring every moment.

As she feels her come down upon his cock, she lets out a cry in his ear — and slumps further against him, still within him.

“Fuck” She pants.

Followed by something he misses, something between breaths. He lets it go, cherishing the feeling of her around him.

A moment passes — then she’s lifting herself off him. Her hands glide down between her legs, disappear a moment and then reappear, covered in how excited she is.

“Do you see how wet you make me?” She says in that lighter voice, knowing full well how much of a fucking tease she’s being.

Then she grins and hops off of him.

He jumps as he feels her mouth around his cock, tongue slipping along his length. He wasn’t expecting it, wasn’t expecting her. Her…

Her…mouth.

He can’t think straight as she works her pretty mouth over his cock.

He can’t think straight at all.