Every time he look at me he want to fuck me. Blue Dress – Maru Karv

Maru Karv’s “Every Time He Looks At Me, He Wants To Fuck Me… In My Blue Dress” is a raunchy tale of lust, desire, and taboo. The story unfolds from the perspective of a young, nubile redhead, whose allure is as powerful as it is forbidden.

Our tale begins with the girl, clad in a figure-hugging blue dress, perched provocatively on the edge of her step-mother’s bed. The camera linger zoom pans over her lush curves, lingering on the tantalizing crevice where her thighs meet. Her ample breasts strain against the dress’s fabric, betraying her arousal.

She snaps her fingers, a demanding gesture. “Pay attention, I’m talking to you,” she commands, punctuating her words with a frustrated pout. Her voice drips with condescension, a hint at the power imbalance between them. She knows the interest she stirs in her step-mother’s husband, the lecherous looks he casts her way when he thinks no one is looking.

She rises, swaying her hips hypnotically as she strides towards him. He swallows hard, eyes glazed with desire, betraying his lustful thoughts. She leans in close, her lips brushing his ear as she whispers, “I can tell by the way you look at me that you want to fuck me, don’t you? You think about it all the time, don’t you?”

Her words hang heavy in the air, a raw confession of his darkest desires. She circles him like a predator, her blue dress swishing around her shapely legs. She steps behind him, pressing her body against his back. He can feel the heat of her, smell the intoxicating scent of her perfume.

She reaches around, her small hands splayed across his chest. She slides them down, down, until she’s cupping the bulge in his pants. She squeezes, eliciting a sharp gasp from him. “You’re so hard,” she purrs, her voice a seductive drawl. “Is this for me? Do you want to put it in me?”

She drops to her knees, her blue dress pooling around her. She looks up at him through her lashes, a picture of innocent femininity conflicting with her lewd proposition. She unzips his pants, freeing his throbbing erection. She licks her lips, a salacious display.

She takes him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around his shaft. She sucks hard, her cheeks hollowing as she takes him deep. He groans, fisting his hands in her hair. She sets a fast pace, her head bobbing up and down his length. She pulls off with a pop, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his cock.

She stands, turning her back to him. She looks over her shoulder, a coy smile on her lips. “Undo my dress,” she orders, her voice thick with arousal. “I want you to see all of me.”

He obeys, his fingers fumbling with the zipper. The dress falls away, revealing her naked body, her skin flushed and inviting. She steps out of the puddle of blue fabric, turning to face him. She’s a vision of feminine perfection, her breasts high and round, her hips flared. The apex of her thighs is already glistening, a testament to her lust.

She pushes him down onto the bed, crawling over him like a tigress. She straddles him, rubbing her slick folds along his shaft. She positions herself above him, sinking down onto his cock with a moan. She begins to ride him, her hips undulating in a sensual dance. Her breasts bounce with each thrust, a hypnotic rhythm.

She leans down, her lips brushing his. “You like this, don’t you?” she whispers, her voice a sultry purr. “You like fucking your step-daughter, don’t you? You like the taboo, the forbidden.”

He can only groan in response, lost in the slick heat of her. She rides him harder, faster, her nails digging into his chest. She’s close, her body tension, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She throws her head back, a silent scream on her lips as she comes undone.

She collapses onto his chest, boneless and spent. He rolls her over, slipping out of her. He strokes his cock, chasing his own release. He comes with a shout, his hot seed spurting onto her heaving breasts. He collapses beside her, both of them panting, their skin slick with sweat and sex.

In the aftermath, she wraps her blue dress around herself, a concealment of their illicit act. She smiles, catlike and smug. “Every time you look at me in this dress,” she says, tracing a finger along the fabric, “you’ll remember. You’ll remember what’s under it, what you can’t have. It will drive you crazy with desire.”

She shrugs the dress on, zipping it up with deliberate slowness. She bends to pick up her discarded heels, giving him a flash of her pert ass. She straightens, a coy smile on her face. “Next time,” she promises, a seductive purr, “we’ll make things even more interesting. For now, keep looking. Keep wanting. Think of me, in my blue dress.”

And with that, she sashays out of the room, the swish of her dress and the click of her heels the only evidence of her passing. He’s left alone, flushed and panting, his mind replaying the illicit scene on an endless loop. And every time he looks at her, clad in her blue dress, he’s consumed by dark, lustful thoughts.