HGlock SM - Flirt.pdf (312 PCS) (2025 SUMMER SRXY NUD)

Cynthia was bored with her mundane life. At 28, she craved excitement and pleasure. Her eye caught the attractive man next door, Mark. She noticed his quirky, submissive nature and had an idea.

One warm afternoon, Cynthia decided to lure Mark over. She put on a tight red sundress, laced up her thigh-high leather boots with stiletto heels, and called him over.

"Hey Mark, could you help fix my sink?" she asked sweetly. Mark agreed, following Cynthia inside.

In the bathroom, Cynthia bent over slowly, making sure Mark got an eyeful of her ample cleavage and the edge of her lace panties peeking out. As she pretended to examine the faucet, her dress rode up her thighs.

"Oops, how clumsy of me," Cynthia giggled, not moving to fix her skirt. "I always seem to be getting myself into tight spots. Maybe you could help me...untangle things."

Mark swallowed hard, transfixed by the erotic sight. Cynthia straightened up and ran a long red nail down his chest. "I've noticed you looking at me, Mark. Don't be shy...I don't mind."

She pushed him against the wall and kissed him hard, her tongue delving into his mouth. Mark groaned, hands roaming her curves. Cynthia guided one of his palms to her breast, the other sliding under her skirt.

"Feel how wet I am," she purred, grinding against his hand. "All for you, Mark."

Cynthia stripped off her dress and underwear. Mark drank in her naked body, tall and voluptuous. She pushed him to the floor and straddled his face, lowering herself onto his eager mouth.

"Make me cum, and I'll let you fuck me," Cynthia ordered breathily.

Mark devoured her pussy enthusiastically, tongue swirling and lashing her sensitive clit. Cynthia threw her head back in bliss, thighs clenching around his head. Her juices trickled down his chin.

"Good boy," she praised, reaching her peak. She dismounted and turned around, bracing herself against the wall. "Take me from behind. Fuck me hard with that big cock," Cynthia demanded.

Mark scrambled up and entered her slick passage in one thrust. Cynthia moaned, his thick cock stretching her walls. He pounded her relentlessly, large hands gripping her hips.

"Harder!" she cried, pushing back to meet his forceful thrusts. "Use me! Ruin me!"

Mark hammered into Cynthia's sopping pussy, grunting with primal lust. The obscene sound of flesh slapping filled the bathroom. Cynthia panted and writhed against the wall.

"Yes, yes, just like that! Breed me!" she screeched as a intense orgasm crashed through her.

Mark groaned her name, spilling himself inside her spasming cunt. They collapsed together, sweat slicked and spent. "I knew you'd be an eager little fuck toy," Cynthia said, catching her breath. "You'll have to visit more often now. In fact..." She snapped her fingers and a strange energy flowed out, enveloping Mark's body. He suddenly shrunk down, down, down, until he was only 2 inches tall.

"What the hell?" tiny Mark exclaimed, staring up at the towering goddess. Cynthia smirked down at him, cocking her hip to the side. "Oh Mark," she purred. "I bet you never expected I had magical powers did you? Good thing you're such an obedient slut." She lifted her foot, pressing her sole against Mark's impossibly small body. His miniscule cock sprang up in instant arousal. "Look at you, still hard even shrunk down to size," Cynthia laughed cruelly. "Such a naughty little footslave, aren't you?" Mark could only whimper as Cynthia began to grind her smooth sole up and down his body, smearing his juices and pinning him beneath her heel. Her heady musk enveloped him.

"Don't worry, you'll still get to fuck me," she promised darkly. "I have such fun plans for you now."

Cynthia scooped up Mark in her palm, bringing him right to her mouth. "Let's start with you worshipping my pussy, shall we?" She popped him inside and began to lick and suck her own cunt, tiny Mark's body trapped in the sticky heat. Cynthia shuddered at the dual stimulation. "Yesss, lap up my juices," she hissed, grinding her clit against Mark's helpless form. "Be a good little pussy toy." Afterwards, Cynthia sat Mark on her dresser, dripping with her nectar. She unzipped her knee high boots and ordered him inside. He crawled into the dark, musky space, breathing in her essence. The zipper closed over him, sealing him in the sweaty confines. "What a perfect little footstool," Cynthia giggled, pressing her boot to the floor and relishing the feel of his tiny body squashed beneath her sole. "I think you'll be staying right there for the rest of the day." From his prison of worn leather, all Mark could do was surrender to his new life as Cynthia's slutty little toy, his sole purpose pleasing her. And oh, the wickedly delicious things she had in store for him...