#limousine

Shut up and listen.

ᯓ★𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 1.4k

ᯓ★𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | Paige is shown in a limousine with you, tension and desire build as Paige takes forceful, controlling actions that blur pleasure and pain; you alternates between resistance and submission. It emphasizes dominance, exposure, and an intense emotional bond created through coercive physical control. Afterwards they compose themselves and exit the vehicle, leaving you shaken while paige appears affected by the experience as well.

ᯓ★𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | -Explicit sexual content (graphic descriptions of oral sex and manual stimulation) -Public sex / sex in a limo-Strong language and dirty talk -Dominance / submissive]

The limousine glides through the city streets, its tinted windows hiding the secrets inside. You sit on the plush leather seat, body tense and buzzing with anticipation, your tight dress hugging every curve. The slit rides high on your thigh, exposing just enough skin to tease. Across from you, Paige Bueckers lounges in her sharp suit, the fabric tailored to her athletic frame. Her blonde hair falls in silky waves, framing her intense eyes that burn into you like they're stripping you bare.

Paige's voice cuts through the hum of the engine, low and commanding. 'Shut up and listen,' she growls, her lips curling into a smirk. Before you can respond, her hand shoots out, fingers tangling in your hair. She yanks hard, pulling your head back, exposing your neck as pain shoots through your scalp, mixing with a rush of heat between your legs.

You gasp, but she doesn't let up. 'That's it, you little tease,' she whispers harshly, her breath hot against your ear. Her other hand grips your thigh, nails digging in as she forces your legs apart. The dress bunches up around your hips, the cool air hitting your soaked panties. Paige wastes no time, shoving them aside with rough fingers. 'Look at you, already dripping for me,' she says, her voice laced with hunger.

Her mouth crashes down on you, tongue slamming straight into your slick folds. She licks hard and fast, devouring your pussy like it's her only meal. The wet sounds fill the limo, mixing with the faint vibration of the road beneath you. Your hands clutch at the seat, fingers digging into the leather as her tongue thrusts deep, exploring every inch with brutal precision.

Paige's fingers join in, plunging into your tight hole without warning. She fucks you hard with two digits, curling them inside to hit that spot that makes your vision blur. 'Take it,' she demands between licks, her lips sucking on your clit with fierce pressure. The pain from her earlier hair pull lingers, heightening every sensation as she holds you in place, controlling your every move.

Moans spill from your lips, loud and unrestrained, echoing off the limo's interior. Your dress is fully hiked up now, bare ass pressing against the seat as the world outside rushes by. Anyone glancing in could see the shadows of your writhing body, the thrill of exposure making your heart race. Paige's silky hair brushes your inner thighs, a soft contrast to the relentless assault of her mouth and fingers.

She grinds her face harder against you, tongue flicking and swirling through your wetness, tasting every drop. 'You're mine,' she mutters against your skin, her words vibrating through your core. Your hips buck involuntarily, chasing the pleasure she's forcing on you, the dominance in her touch making you feel utterly owned. The limo's motion adds to the chaos, each bump sending jolts through your body as she keeps pounding her fingers deeper.

Sweat beads on your forehead, the air thick with the scent of sex and leather. Every lick, every thrust builds the fire inside you, your breaths coming in ragged gasps. Paige doesn't slow down, her hunger only growing as she laps at your dripping pussy, fingers working in perfect rhythm. The edge is so close, but she pulls back just enough to keep you teetering, her control absolute.

Your body trembles under her assault, the raw need overwhelming as she continues to dominate you with that fierce hunger. The night outside flashes by, the limo's privacy feeling fragile, heightening the illicit thrill. Paige's eyes lock on yours for a moment, dark and possessive, promising more as she dives back in, her tongue and fingers driving you wild without mercy.

Paige's eyes bore into yours, that dark possessiveness making your stomach twist with need as she pulls back just enough to speak. Her breath washes over your swollen clit, hot and ragged, her voice dropping to a low, commanding growl that vibrates through your core. 'You're mine forever, you know that? Every inch of this dripping pussy belongs to me,' she whispers fiercely, her words laced with ownership and devotion that make your heart race even faster than her tongue. The promise hangs in the air, wrapping around you like a protective fire, turning your submission into something sacred, intoxicating beyond just the raw lust pulsing through your veins.

You feel it deep in your bones, that connection thrumming with every beat of your heart, as her dominance claims you wholly. Her tongue dives back in with renewed intensity, thrusting deeper into your slick folds, lapping up your wetness with brutal precision. She doesn't hold back, her mouth working like a machine designed for your pleasure, sucking and licking harder, faster. Her fingers follow suit, plunging deeper into your tight hole, fucking you with a rhythm that hits every sensitive spot inside. The stretch burns in the best way, your walls clenching around her digits as they curl and pound relentlessly.

Your body betrays you completely, submitting fully as tremors rack your frame. You tremble under her fierce control, every muscle surrendering to the protective fire she exudes, making you feel safe even in this exposed, vulnerable state. The limo's vibrations add to the chaos, each bump jolting her fingers deeper, amplifying the wet sounds of her tongue slurping against your pussy. Your hands grip the leather seat tighter, nails digging in as if to anchor yourself, but it's no use—Paige owns you now, her dominance a force that demands your total devotion.

She yanks your hair hard again, the sharp pain shooting straight to your core, making you arch your back involuntarily. 'That's right, take it all,' she commands, her voice rough and unyielding as she grinds her mouth harder against your pussy. Her lips seal around your clit, sucking with punishing force while her tongue flicks rapidly, the sensation overwhelming. You can feel her silky blonde hair brushing your thighs, a soft tease against the relentless assault, heightening the contrast between her gentle touches and her aggressive hunger. The pull on your scalp forces your head back further, exposing your neck to the cool air, your exposed body on full display in the moving vehicle.

Moans pour from your lips, growing louder with each thrust of her fingers, each lash of her tongue. 'Oh fuck, Paige—yes, just like that,' you cry out, the words tumbling free as the sacred bond between you deepens, lost in the intoxicating mix of pain and pleasure. The thrill of being in the back of this limousine, windows tinted but not entirely private, sends a rush through you—anyone driving by could guess what's happening, the shadows of your writhing form hinting at the debauchery inside. It only fuels your surrender, your hips bucking against her face, chasing the edge she's so expertly controlling.

Paige doesn't let up, her free hand sliding up your body to grope your breast through the tight dress, pinching your nipple hard enough to make you gasp. 'Feel that? This is how I show you love—raw and real,' she murmurs against your skin, her breath hot and moist as she laps at your juices. The taste of your arousal seems to drive her wild, her movements growing even more urgent, her tongue delving deeper while her fingers fuck you with that same brutal precision. Your pussy clenches around her, the building pressure making your vision blur, every sense overwhelmed by the scent of sex filling the enclosed space, the salty tang on her lips, the slick sounds echoing in your ears.

You're completely at her mercy, trembling and gasping, the protective fire of her dominance making you feel cherished even as she ravages you. But just as the peak looms closer, she eases off slightly, keeping you teetering on that knife-edge, her eyes flicking up to meet yours with a promise of more to come.