GOTFILLED – Asian Babe Avery Comes Over and Makes Trouble

Title: The Trouble Maker

My name is Avery, a sultry Asian beauty with a penchant for causing mischief. Today, I decided to pay a surprise visit to my neighbor, a schmuck who had been eyeing me lecherously for weeks. I knew exactly what I was doing as I rang his doorbell, dressed in a skimpy tank top that left little to the imagination and tiny booty shorts that hugged my curves just right. The poor sap didn’t stand a chance.

“Hey there, neighbor,” I purred, pushing past him as he gaped at me like a largemouth bass on a spring day. “I thought I’d come over and make some trouble. You don’t mind, do you?”

I didn’t wait for a response, sauntering into his living room and plopping myself down on his couch. The way his eyes darted from my heaving breasts to the tantalizing glimpse of my bare midriff told me I had his full attention.

“Avery, I, uh,” he stammered, following me inside like a lost puppy. “What kind of trouble are you planning to make?”

I crossed my legs slowly, my knee-high socked feet peeking out from under my oversized novelty T-shirt. “Oh, I think you know,” I said with a wicked grin, running a finger down the front of my shirt. “You’ve been undressing me with your eyes for weeks now. The least I can do is give you a little show.”

He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. I could practically see the gears turning in his head as he tried to figure out what to do next. Thankfully, his body was more honest than his stammering attempts at conversation. His arousal was obvious in the tent forming in his pants.

“Uncross your legs,” he croaked. It wasn’t a request, but a weak command. I laughed and did the opposite, shifting so that my knees were together. His eyes followed the movement, fixated on the way the hem of my shorts rode up to reveal a flash of my creamy thighs.

“I don’t think so,” I said, my voice dripping with false innocence. “Not until you ask nicely. Maybe even get on your knees and beg.”

He hesitated for a second, then sank to the floor in front of the couch. His hand reached out, as if to touch my bare leg, but I slapped it away.

“Beg,” I said again, my grin widening. “Show me how much you want it.”

“Please,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “Please, Avery. I need to see more. I need to touch you. I’ll do anything.”

“Anything?” I asked, my eyebrow arched. “You’ll be my good little toy? Do exactly as I say?”

He nodded, his eyes wide and desperate. I could see the control slipping away from him, the last shreds of his resistance crumbling under the weight of his lust.

“Fine,” I said, uncrossing my legs slowly. “You can touch me. But only with your mouth.”

He practically pounced on me, his lips and tongue trailing up the inside of my thigh. I shuddered at the first touch, but I refused to let him know how much he affected me. I was the one in control here, and I wasn’t about to give that up.

His hands roamed everywhere as he worshipped my body with his mouth, tugging aside the cups of my bra to expose my breasts to the cool air. I gasped at the sensation, my nipples hardening into tight little points. He took one into his mouth, sucking and licking until I was writhing beneath him.

“Mmm, that’s it,” I purred, tangling my fingers in his hair. “Don’t stop. I want more.”

He obediently moved lower, kissing and nipping at my sensitive skin until he reached the waistband of my shorts. With a quick tug, he pulled them down my legs, exposing my lacy panties to his hungry gaze.

He moaned at the sight, his breath ghosting over my covered mound. I could feel the heat of his mouth even through the thin fabric, and I knew I was already soaking wet. He peeled the panties off slowly, his fingers tracing the damp edge where my arousal had seeped through.

“Fuck,” he breathed, his eyes glazed with desire. “You’re amazing.”

I couldn’t help but preen at the compliment. “I know,” I said smugly. “Now get to work.”

He dove between my legs, his tongue delving into my dripping slit. I cried out at the sudden contact, my hips lifting off the couch as I ground myself against his face. He lapped at my pussy like a man possessed, his tongue flicking over my clit and dipping into my entrance, creating a rhythm that had me seeing stars.

“More,” I demanded breathlessly, my voice rising in pitch as he drove me closer to the edge. “Harder. Faster. Make me come.”