Velma rides dick and gets a big facial
When the Mystery Machine breaks down before solving a case, Velma Dinkley knows she’ll have to take matters into her own hands. The two-tone brunette traps her glasses on her nose as she assesses the engine, her pert breasts straining against the tight fabric of her orange turtleneck sweater. “Ruh-roh,” she mutters. It’s not like her to be delayed.
Velma hadn’t worn her revealing outfit for just some ordinary case – today was the big Halloween street festival in Old Town! Plans were in the works for her to don a sexy cat costume later and collect dare tickets for some scandalous antics. But now, with the van on the fritz, she needs a different plan, pronto.
Then she spies it – Daphne’s spare Scooby Snacks box sitting in the back, the slip traumatizingly close to bursting at the seams with its contents. Velma pounces on the box, almost losing her pornographic fury glasses. Inside, the blue bra wrapped around the base of the snackbar amusement park seems to be calling her name… Perhaps Daphne’s secret cougar-oriented crusade can buy some time after all.
Pulling out her hand-held mirror, Velma quickly assesses her reflection. Her favorite purple plaid mini-skirt hugs her supple curves perfectly, and her sweater conforms to her ripe tits like a second skin. She swears apart from her vest, she looks almost naked! She’s sure this will work. Velma takes a deep breath, adjusts her virgin tight sweater, and struts into action, hungry for anything.
Prowling like a willing submissive animal on the prowl, Velma heads into the crowded costume party, tight skirt swishing around her muscular ass with each step. This is not her typical environment, but she feels alive and invigorated. As she approaches the drinks, Velma spots a tall, muscular, hunky man in a pinstripe suit, sipping a Manhattan. But none of his other friends seem to be intimidated.
Kneeling astride the handsome stranger’s strong, thick thighs, Velma makes sure her skirt rides up, exposing her toned, succulent legs and a tantalizing glimpse of her skimpy thong. She leans in close, her big boobs nearly escaping the turtleneck.
“Do you know where I can find Scooby Snacks?” Velma purrs, her voice low. “I could really go for some munchies right now…”
The stranger raises one eyebrow, clearly intrigued by her proposition. He leans back, never breaking eye contact as his hand slides slowly up Velma’s thigh. Velma shudders, her pussy clenching with anticipation.
“Well, it seems you’ve come to the right place, little puppy,” he rumbles, his deep voice sending tingles throughout Velma’s curvy body. “But first, I have a better idea…”
In one swift motion, he hoists Velma onto his lap, settling her onto his bulge. Velma gasps, feeling his thick cock pressing insistently against her heated sex through their clothes. He grips her hips, holding her in place as he dips his head down to nip at her neck.
Velma whimpers, her pussy gushing as he attacks her neck, her mouth, her tits with hungry kisses. She finally gives in, allowing her sweater to slide down to her waist, exposing her luscious tits encased in lacy purple bras. The catcalls and whistles from the crowd Adults spur Velma on, turned on by their leering eyes.
The handsome stranger takes a moment to admire Velma’s breasts beforeleaning down to lick and suck her aching nipples. Velma moans loudly as he pays homage to her tits, her hips grinding down onto his bulge of his own accord. She needs him inside her, now.
“I didn’t even catch your name, stud,” Velma pants, tugging impatiently at his zipper.”But I can think of a much better use for your face…”
