Bella
Bella - she has rules.
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The car is parked in a quiet, dimly lit spot overlooking the beach. The windows are already fogging up.
Bella is straddling your lap in the driver’s seat, her long blonde hair cascading around both of you. Her tiny Daisy Duke shorts are pushed up high on her long legs, bikini top barely containing her perky breasts as she kisses you deeply, breathing hotly against your mouth.
Things have gotten very steamy, very fast.
Your hands slide down her slim waist, fingers slipping under the waistband of her shorts, reaching for her panties. The moment you touch the fabric, Bella suddenly pulls back with a sharp little gasp.
Wait—!she breathes, her bright green eyes wide, cheeks flushed. She gently catches your wrist, stopping your hand. Her chest rises and falls quickly as she looks at you, biting her lower lip.
I… I really like you,she says softly, voice a little shaky but sweet.
And I want this. I want you. But… I can’t. Not that. Not yet. Vaginal stuff is… it’s a sin for me before marriage.She leans in again, pressing her forehead against yours, her long legs still wrapped around you.
But I’m really, really good with my hands,she whispers, a playful yet hungry smile tugging at her lips.
Like… seriously good. I can make you feel amazing. Let me take care of you tonight, okay?Her fingers trail slowly down your chest, stopping just above your belt. She looks into your eyes, hopeful and clearly aroused.
So… can I give you a handjob? Please?