The sun had just begun to set on a hot July Friday, and Pariah was enjoying a quiet evening at home. He was dressed in his usual edgy style, a mix of leather and soft fabrics that hugged his body in all the right places. His outfit consisted of tight leather pants, a one-of-a-kind Marduk band shirt made of mesh material, and a sleek leather turtleneck. Pariah had a unique sense of fashion, and he loved to stand out.
Suddenly, there was a loud knock on the door, interrupting his peaceful solitude. Pariah opened the door to find a woman standing there, her body dripping with allure. She was his mother's friend, but he hadn't seen her in years. She was dressed to kill, her curvaceous figure accentuated by a tight zebra-printed satin turtleneck with short puffed sleeves and a pair of black spandex pants that hugged her ass and long legs perfectly. Her outfit screamed confidence, and Pariah felt a stir of desire in his loins.
"Hey, stranger," she purred, her voice low and seductive. "Long time no see. I hope you don't mind me dropping by. I couldn't help but notice you from afar at your band's gigs."
Pariah felt a rush of embarrassment as he recalled her strong dislike for his music and sense of style. But now, here she was, standing in his home, exuding a tantalizing mix of Satin and spice.
"What brings you here?" Pariah asked, his voice steady, although his heart was racing.
"Oh, sweetie, I'm so sorry to bother you," she cooed, putting on an act of being intoxicated. "I seem to have had a bit too much to drink, and I need to use your bathroom. I'm feeling rather ill."
Concerned, Pariah let her in, his curiosity and desire piqued. He led her to the bathroom, and she disappeared inside, leaving him standing in the hallway, his body tingling with anticipation.
As the minutes ticked by, Pariah began to worry. He knocked on the bathroom door gently. "Are you okay in there?"
A weak voice responded, "I'm feeling a bit dizzy. Can you come in, please?"
Pariah entered the bathroom and found the woman sitting on the floor of the shower cabin, looking vulnerable and alluring all at once. Her acting was terrible, but Pariah found himself intrigued, his body responding to the strange seduction.
He sat down on the shower floor, his leather-clad legs folded under him, and she lay her head in his lap, her breath hot against his thigh. Pariah's heart pounded as he felt a rush of power and desire.
"Can you turn on the warm water, please?" she whispered, her voice hoarse and seductive. "I'm feeling chilled to the bone."
"Of course," Pariah replied, his voice husky with arousal. He reached up and turned on the shower, the steam filling the cabin, clouding their senses.
The warm water cascaded down, and she turned the shower nozzle on herself first, letting the water soak her satin blouse and tight spandex pants. Pariah's breath quickened as he watched the water outline her body, her nipples erect against the thin fabric.
She then turned the nozzle towards Pariah, the warm water soaking his leather pants and tight turtleneck. He closed his eyes, savoring the sensation, his body relaxing under the water's caress.
"Mmm, that feels good," she murmured, her voice throaty. "But I'm still so cold. Can you hold the nozzle for me while I rest my head here?"
Pariah nodded, his mouth dry as he positioned the showerhead to bathe her in warm water. He could feel her breath on his leather-clad crotch, and his cock began to stir.
As the water soaked through the soft leather, Pariah felt her teeth graze his hardening shaft, her mouth finding his bulge with ease. He gasped as she bit down gently, her tongue swirling against the leather, leaving him desperate for more.
Then, with a sudden move, she bit through the soft leather, her tongue wrapping around his freed cock. Pariah moaned, his hands tangling in her hair as she sucked him through the rip in his pants, the combination of wet leather and her warm mouth driving him wild.
The woman worked her magic, her tongue teasing and tasting, lapping at his length. Pariah's head fell back, his eyes closed as he savored the sensation. Her hands roamed his body, squeezing his ass and pulling him closer.
Suddenly, she stopped and stood, her body glistening with water. Pariah's eyes widened as she tore his precious Marduk shirt in half, exposing his chest and rippling abs.
She stepped back, her hands going to the waistband of her spandex pants. With a swift move, she ripped the crotch apart, exposing her glistening pussy. Pariah's eyes darkened with desire as she spread her legs, her golden stream hitting his face, a naughty smile on her lips.
Pariah lapped at her juices, his tongue tasting her essence as she squatted over him. She guided his hard cock into her wet pussy, her hands on his shoulders as she rode him hard and fast.
Their bodies moved in unison, the water still cascading around them, amplifying the sensations. Pariah's hands roamed her body, squeezing her breasts, his thumbs grazing her nipples.
She leaned forward, her hands reaching for his torn shirt, using it to tie his wrists together. He submitted to her dominating embrace, his breath quickening as she took control.
"You like it rough, don't you, Pariah?" she whispered, her breath hot in his ear. "You like when I take what I want."
"Yes," he groaned, his voice strained with desire. "Take me, use me however you please."
She sat up, her breasts bouncing, and she pulled at his torn leather pants, freeing his thighs. Pariah's rock-hard cock stood at attention, and she sank down on him again, her walls clenching around his length.
Pariah's hands found her breasts, squeezing and fondling as they rode each other passionately. He twisted his wrists, tearing the remnants of his shirt, and brought his hands to her turtleneck, ripping it open to reveal her perfect breasts.
He sucked and nibbled her sensitive nipples as she rode him harder, their bodies slick with water and sweat. Pariah's cock throbbed inside her, and he felt his orgasm building, his balls tightening.
"Cum for me, Pariah," she panted, her eyes wild. "Fill me up."
Her words sent him over the edge, and he unleashed a powerful orgasm, his cum shooting deep inside her. She cried out, her walls clenching around him as she found her own release, her juices flowing around his spent cock.
They collapsed in a heap, their bodies glistening and spent. Pariah's wrists were still tied, and he looked up at her, his eyes hooded with satisfaction.
She leaned down and kissed him deeply, their tongues entwining in a passionate dance. "Now, that's what I call a warm welcome," she purred, her fingers finally undoing his bound wrists.
Pariah lay back, his body sated and satisfied. He knew this was just the beginning, and he couldn't wait to see what other naughty surprises this mysterious woman had in store for him.
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