Innocence personified becomes corrupted in Pure Taboo scenarios where golden hair contrasts with dark desires. Raw, unfiltered and completely unapologetic. Some boundaries are meant to be broken. Resistance is futile once you begin. Your darkest curiosities answered here.
Jill shows up at the front door with the suit draped over her arm. Trent lets her in, watching the way her tits fill the front of her blouse. She smiles the customer-service smile, but the second he tries on the jacket he starts telling her how good she looks, how he knew she wanted him. She freezes, tape measure still in her fingers. When she says she’s only measuring him for the fit, he pushes closer. His hand slides under her skirt, fingers dragging across her panties, finding the heat she never meant to show. She tells him to stop, that she was just doing her job, but he’s already working two fingers inside her, slow and deep, while his other hand squeezes one heavy breast through the thin fabric. She knows if she pulls away the suit, the paycheck, everything disappears. So she stays where she is, legs parted, letting the rich boy finger-fuck her in his half-finished jacket while the tape measure dangles useless from her wrist.
Jill shows up at the front door with the suit draped over her arm. Trent lets her in, watching the way her tits fill the front of her blouse. She smiles the customer-service smile, but the second he tries on the jacket he starts telling her how good she looks, how he knew she wanted him. She freezes, tape measure still in her fingers. When she says she’s only measuring him for the fit, he pushes closer. His hand slides under her skirt, fingers dragging across her panties, finding the heat she never meant to show. She tells him to stop, that she was just doing her job, but he’s already working two fingers inside her, slow and deep, while his other hand squeezes one heavy breast through the thin fabric. She knows if she pulls away the suit, the paycheck, everything disappears. So she stays where she is, legs parted, letting the rich boy finger-fuck her in his half-finished jacket while the tape measure dangles useless from her wrist.
