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Olivia Sage is the cutest little troublemaker you have ever met, all sweet smiles and pure mischief packed into one petite blonde body. Today she slips into that super short floral minidress, the kind that flutters around her thighs with every tiny movement and barely covers her when a breeze hits. Underneath she wears only delicate white lace panties that cling to her perfect round ass and show the soft pink outline beneath. She knows exactly what she is doing as she walks beside you through the busy city streets, hips swaying, ponytail bouncing, looking like the picture of innocent fun while her mind is already plotting ways to drive you crazy. You stop at a small sidewalk cafe for lunch. She orders a sandwich, sits with her legs crossed under the table like a good girl, and takes slow teasing bites while staring straight into your eyes. Every few seconds she shifts, letting the hem of her dress creep higher until you catch the edge of those white lace panties. Then even higher. Her fingers drift casually along her inner thigh and disappear under the table where nobody else can see. You watch, frozen, as she spreads her legs just a little wider and starts stroking herself through the thin lace, slow lazy circles over her clit. Her lips part in a tiny silent gasp meant only for you. Stop it you mutter under your breath, voice strained. I am not walking around with a hard on all day because of you. She just giggles, bright and completely shameless, popping another bite of sandwich into her mouth like she did nothing wrong. What she says softly. I am just eating lunch. You are the one staring so hard. The teasing gets worse. Out on the cafe terrace surrounded by people drinking coffee and talking, she glances around once then hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and slides them down her legs in one smooth quick motion. She balls the damp lace in her fist, tucks it into her little purse, and crosses her legs again like nothing happened. Now under that flirty minidress she is completely bare. No panties at all. Just smooth warm skin and the slick heat you know is already dripping between her thighs. She keeps going. Every time you look away she lifts the hem a fraction higher, giving you fast filthy flashes of her naked pussy, glistening and swollen from all the playing. She even stands up to stretch, turning so her back faces the street, then bends forward to pick up a napkin she supposedly dropped. The dress rides up just enough for you to see everything, the perfect curve of her ass, the pink folds peeking out shiny with arousal. You are rock hard now, throbbing painfully against your jeans, every step pure torture. She knows it. She loves it. In the parking lot behind the cafe she goes full brat. She does a playful cartwheel, dress flipping up completely, flashing her bare ass and pussy to the empty air and especially to you. Then another one, laughing wildly as she lands, cheeks flushed, eyes sparkling with pure naughty joy. Oops she says, not sorry even a little. That is the breaking point. You cannot take another second. You grab her wrist, pull her close so your mouth is right against her ear. We are going home right fucking now. Her breath catches but the grin stays huge. Finally she whispers, voice suddenly low and husky. I was wondering how long you would last big guy. The walk back to the car is hell, her hand in yours, her body brushing against you every few steps, the dress swaying and reminding you constantly that she is wearing absolutely nothing underneath. In the elevator she presses herself against you, grinding her bare pussy against your thigh while the floors tick by slowly. By the time the apartment door clicks shut you are both wild. You do not even reach the bedroom. You spin her around, bend her over the back of the couch, flip that tiny dress up over her hips. Her ass is perfect and round, already arched high for you. She is soaked, dripping down her thighs from hours of teasing. You do not waste time on gentle touches. You free your aching cock, line up, and thrust deep in one hard stroke. Olivia cries out, half laugh half moan, pushing back to meet you. Yes fuck take your naughty little brat she gasps, fingers digging into the cushions. You pound into her hard and fast, one hand fisted in her ponytail, the other gripping her hip tight enough to leave marks. She is loud shameless begging for more harder deeper. Every thrust makes her tits bounce under the dress, every slap of skin fills the room. She reaches back spreading herself wider letting you see how her tight pussy grips you how she creams around your cock. You flip her onto the couch, legs over your shoulders, driving even deeper until she is shaking clenching coming hard with your name on her lips. You follow right after filling her up marking her as yours while she trembles and giggles through the aftershocks. When it is over she is sprawled beneath you, dress still bunched around her waist, cheeks pink, eyes glassy and satisfied. She reaches up traces a finger along your jaw and whispers with that same wicked smile. Worth the wait? You kiss her hard tasting the mischief still on her tongue. Next time you pull that shit in public I am fucking you in the car before we even get home. She just laughs again already planning the next way to make you lose control.