Later that night, Marinette transformed into Ladybug, her heart racing with a mix of excitement and nerves. Gabriel had really done a number on her, and she couldn't help but think about the way he had touched him—but no, she had to stay focused. This was about saving Paris, not giving in to her desires. Her skintight suit hugged her curves in a way that made her feel powerful and sexy, the fabric clinging to every inch of her body. The suit was like a second skin, leaving nothing to the imagination. The way the fabric cupped her breasts, the way it hugged her hips, the way it left her ass almost bare for the world to see—it was all a deliberate choice, designed to drive him wild without revealing her true identity.
As she entered his room, she knew she had to up her game. She had to push him to the edge, make him crave her so badly that he would have no choice but to forget about his villainous ways. She strutted over to him, her hips swaying in a way that made him look up from his desk, his eyes widening as he took in her form.
Ladybug's suit was a masterpiece of seduction, hugging her curves so tightly that it left nothing to the imagination. The fabric was so thin that the dark circles of her nipples were visible through the material, the outline of her bra a tantalizing hint of what lay beneath. Her panties, a mere whisper of fabric, clung to her wet pussy, leaving a damp trail as she moved.
Gabriel's eyes followed her every step, his mind racing with thoughts of what she might do next. He couldn't help but stare at her, his cock growing harder with every moment that passed.
Ladybug knew the effect she was having on him. She revelled in the power she held, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she approached the bed where he sat, his legs spread wide. She leaned over him, her breasts pressing against his chest, her pussy mere inches from his face.
"Do you like what you see, Gabriel?" she whispered, her voice a sultry purr.
He nodded, unable to tear his gaze away from her. His hands reached out, his fingertips brushing against the fabric of her suit, tracing the lines of her body. She was so close, so tempting, and yet, she remained just out of reach.
Ladybug stepped back, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "Good," she said, her voice filled with confidence. "I see you've been busy," she said, her eyes glancing over the new designs scattered across the floor. "Do you think you can spare some time for some fun?"
Gabriel's eyes never left her as she approached him, the way her suit clung to her curves making him want to tear it off and bury himself inside her. "For you, Ladybug, I'll always make time."
Ladybug, took a deep breath, feeling a rush of power as she saw the desire in his gaze. She knew she had to push him further, to make him crave her so badly that he would forget all about his evil plans. She leaned down, her breasts pressing against the desk, her ass sticking out in a way that left nothing to the imagination. "How about we try something new?" she suggested, her voice a seductive whisper.
Gabriel's eyes were glued to her, his mind racing with images of what she might be suggesting. His cock throbbed in his pants, desperate for release. "What do you have in mind?" he asked, his voice strained.
Ladybug smirked as she inched closer to his lips, her heart racing. "I've been thinking," she said, her voice low and sultry, "about how we go for a little swim in your pool."
Ladybug's hand stilled on his thigh, as his eyes snapped up to her face. "A swim?" he repeated, his voice hoarse with desire.
"Mm-hmm," Ladybug murmured, her eyes locked on his. "I've heard that your pool is quite... refreshing."
He swallowed hard, his eyes dropping to her chest. The way her suit hugged her breasts was nothing short of a miracle, leaving just enough to the imagination to drive him wild. "I'm sure it will be," he said.
Ladybug felt a thrill of excitement as she watched his eyes darken. She knew she had him right where she wanted him—on the edge of desire. She slid off the desk, her body moving with the cat-like grace that only Ladybug could possess. "Lead the way, Gabriel," she said, her voice a sultry whisp that seemed to dance around the room.
As they made their way to the pool, Ladybug couldn't help but flaunt her body even more. Her hips swayed with each step, her suit leaving nothing to the imagination. She knew that every move she made was driving him wild, and she revelled in the power she had over him. Her suit was a second skin, showing off every curve, every dip and swell of her body. The way it hugged her ass was a sight to behold, the fabric clinging to her like a lover's embrace.
Gabriel could feel his control slipping with every step she took. The way she moved, the way she looked at him—it was all too much to handle. He had to touch her, had to claim her. His mind was a jumble of thoughts, a battle between his desires and his need for control.
Once at the pool, Ladybug turned to face him, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Looks like, I didn't bring a swimsuit. I guess I'll just have to improvise. Don't you think?"
Gabriel's eyes widened, his mind racing with the possibility of Ladybug swimming naked before him. He would be able to see her body, so perfect and tempting, as it reflected in the shimmering water of the pool. The thought of her bare skin, her breasts bobbing with every stroke, was almost too much to handle. He could feel the heat rising in his cheeks, his cock straining against his pants.
Ladybug noticed the change in his demeanour and smirked to herself. She knew exactly what he was thinking, and she was going to use it to her advantage. "It seems I've forgotten my swimsuit," she said, her voice a playful purr. "But don't worry, I'm sure we can manage."
Her words were cut off by Gabriel's sudden movement. He stood, his eyes never leaving hers as he began to slowly unbutton his shirt. "Then I suppose we'll both have to improvise," he said, his voice thick with desirous intent.
Marinette's heart raced as she watched him reveal his toned chest, the muscles rippling with every movement. His abs were a washboard, each ridge and dip a testament to his strength. His skin was warm and golden, a stark contrast to the stark white fabric of his shirt.
Gabriel's gaze was intense, his eyes dark with a hunger that was impossible to miss. He stepped closer to her, his shirt now open, revealing the V of his abs that pointed down to the waistband of his pants. The bulge in his pants was even more pronounced, and Marinette couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement at the sigh she had drawn from him. She knew he was fantasizing about her naked body, about her soft, wet pussy and her full, round breasts. It was a powerful feeling, knowing she could make him crave her so much.
"Looks like someone's been working out," Ladybug said, her voice a seductive whisper. "I guess it's my turn."
Gabriel's eyes widened even further, his cock swelling to the point of pain. The thought of Ladybug, so confident and in control, revealing herself to him was overwhelming. His hands trembled as he reached for the zipper of her suit, his thoughts racing with images of her naked flesh, her nipples erect and begging for his touch.
Ladybug stepped back, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "I'd better go change," she said, her voice a tease. She turned and began to walk away, her hips swaying as she went. She could feel his eyes on her, devouring her from behind. She knew he was imagining peeling the suit off her body, revealing the treasures beneath.
Gabriel's thoughts were a whirlwind of lust and desire. He watched as she sashayed away, her ass bouncing with each step. The fabric of her suit clung to her curves like a second skin, leaving nothing to the imagination. His cock throbbed painfully in his pants, begging for release. He had never felt this level of need before, not even when he had been with his wife. It was as if Ladybug had cast a spell over him, one that made him crave her with every fibre of his being.
As she disappeared into the changing room, he couldn't help but imagine her peeling off the suit, revealing her naked body to him. Her breasts, those perfect orbs of flesh that had haunted his dreams, would be free at last. He could almost feel the weight of them in his hands, the softness of her nipples against his tongue. His thoughts grew more and more explicit, his hand unconsciously reaching down to grip his erection. He knew he had to regain control, but the image of her wet, naked body was too much to resist.
Gabriel although a little disappointed, that when he expected her to swim naked, couldn't help but admire Ladybug's playful retreat. His eyes lingered on the spot where she had just been, the image of her teasing him still burned into his retinas. He took a moment to collect himself, his heart hammering in his chest, as he let the anticipation build. He knew she was up to something, and he was more than eager to find out what. His thoughts were a blur of erotic images, each one more tantalizing than the last. He pictured her sliding out of that crimson and black suit, her breasts bouncing free, her pussy glistening with want for him. His cock throbbed painfully in his pants, begging for relief, as he tried to push the images away and regain his composure.
As he waited, he couldn't help but remember the feel of her body against his, the way her curves had melded to him so perfectly. Her scent lingered in the air, a sweet and intoxicating fragrance that only served to fuel his desire. He took a deep breath, willing his body to calm down, but it was a losing battle. The thought of Ladybug, so confident and in control, willing to share herself with him was too much. He had to have her, had to taste her, to feel her around him.
Marinette, as Ladybug, was acutely aware of the effect she was having on him. She could feel his gaze on her, even through the walls of the changing room. She took her time, her heart racing as she slid out of the suit, feeling the cool air kiss her heated skin. Her breasts felt heavy and sensitive, her pussy was wet with anticipation. She knew she had to keep up the charade, to keep him guessing, to keep him wanting more.
When she emerged from the changing room, Ladybug had traded her iconic suit for a scandalously revealing swimsuit that left Gabriel's jaw on the floor. The top was a mere handful of red and black fabric that cupped her breasts so perfectly, it seemed to defy gravity. Her nipples stood at attention, the tightness of the material pushing them together to create a tantalizing valley that he longed to explore with his tongue. The strings of the bikini top crisscrossed over her back, leaving her shoulders bare, and the thin straps dug into her skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps that followed the curve of her neck down to the swell of her breasts.
Her bottoms were a similar shade of red, a thong that barely covered her pussy, the fabric disappearing between her cheeks to reveal the most intimate part of her. The way it clung to her hips and the crevice of her ass was mesmerizing, leaving him in no doubt of her desire. Her skin was flawless, a canvas of porcelain with a smattering of freckles that danced across her shoulders and the small of her back. She was a vision of beauty and temptation that made his cock ache with need.
Gabriel's eyes widened, his heart racing. He had never seen Ladybug so... exposed before. The bikini she wore was almost see-through, the water clinging to it in a way that highlighted every inch of her skin. Her toned abs were a washboard of perfection, each muscle rippling as she moved. He could see the faint outline of her pussy, the fabric of her bottoms plastered to her skin. It was all he could do not to reach out and touch her, to claim her as his own.
Gabriel's eyes devoured her, his gaze lingering on every inch of exposed flesh. He could see the way her breasts moved with each breath she took, the way the fabric of her top struggled to contain them. He reached out, his hand trembling as he brushed his fingers against the bare skin of her shoulder. The touch was electric, sending a jolt of desire through his body that made his cock throb.
"You look... amazing," he managed to croak out, his voice thick with lust.
Ladybug's smile was knowing, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Thank you," she said, her voice a sultry whisper. She turned, giving him a full view of her ass, the strings of her thong disappearing between her cheeks. She bent over, her breasts hanging down as she pretended to search for something in her bag. The angle was deliberate, giving him a clear view of her wetness, glistening in the moonlight.
Marinette felt a thrill of excitement as she saw the effect she was having on him. She knew she had to keep pushing, had to keep him wanting more. As she bent over, her breasts spilt out of her top, the fabric straining to hold them in. She could feel the heat of his gaze on her, his desire a palpable force in the air. She reached behind her, adjusting her thong, the fabric sliding against her slick folds. She knew he was watching, could feel his eyes on her most private parts.
"Let's get in the water," she suggested, her voice a siren's call. She stepped closer to the pool, her hips swaying with each step. "Are you not going to remove your pants or are you planning to swim in them?"
Gabriel's eyes remained glued to Ladybug's breasts, the way the triangular cups of her bikini top barely contained her fullness. The way the water droplets clung to the fabric, creating a tantalizing illusion of her nipples poking through, was driving him wild. Her skin was flushed with excitement, her pebbled nipples standing at attention, begging to be released from their confines.
Marinette watched him closely, her own desire building as she saw the hunger in his eyes. She knew she had to keep playing this game, to keep him on edge. She stepped closer, her breasts mere inches from his chest. "You're overdressed for a swim, don't you think?" she whispered, her breath warm against his skin.
Gabriel's hand shook as he unbuttoned his pants, his cock straining against the fabric, desperate to be released. It was a beast, a monstrous 16 inches of veiny, pulsing desire that pointed straight at Ladybug, a testament to the power she held over him. The wet spot on the front of his swim trunks grew larger, a clear sign of his arousal. Ladybug couldn't help but stifle a giggle at the sheer size of it, her eyes widening in both shock and amusement.
"Looks like someone is happy to see me" she teased, her voice a low purr that sent shivers down his spine.
Gabriel's cheeks flushed, his eyes flickering down to the massive erection tenting his trunks. "It seems I've gotten... carried away," he murmured, trying to sound nonchalant.
"It's quite impressive," Ladybug said, her voice dripping with curiosity. "But I'm not sure if it's pool-appropriate."
Marinette's heart raced as she took in the sight. She had never seen anything so big before, and she couldn't help but feel a mix of fear and excitement. She had to keep her cool, had to keep her Ladybug persona in check. She stepped closer to him, her eyes never leaving his. "Well," she said, her voice a seductive whisper, "I suppose we'll just have to make do."
Her swimsuit was a masterpiece of eroticism, the fabric clinging to her curves like a second skin. The top barely contained her breasts, the nipples clearly visible through the damp fabric. The strings that held it together were thin and delicate as if they might snap at any moment, revealing her to him fully.
Gabriel's eyes were glued to her breasts, his cock jerking in response to the sight. He had never seen Ladybug like this before, so exposed and vulnerable. He could feel his control slipping away, the need to touch her, to claim her growing stronger with each passing second. His cock tented against his swim trunks, a stark reminder of his desire. The fabric strained against his erection, the outline of his thick shaft and heavy balls clear to see.
Ladybug noticed his gaze, a smirk playing on her lips. She leaned in, her breasts brushing against his bare chest. "Is there something you'd like to see?" she whispered, her voice a seductive taunt. She knew that she had him, that he was putty in her hands. The power she had over him was intoxicating, and she revelled in it.
Gabriel's eyes were glued to her chest, his mind racing with thoughts of what lay beneath that flimsy fabric. The way her breasts spilt out of the top of her swimsuit was driving him wild, and he couldn't help but reach out, his fingers brushing against the fabric. "Maybe," he murmured, his voice hoarse with desire.
Marinette stepped back, her eyes never leaving his. She knew he was close to breaking, and she had to keep pushing. She turned around, her ass pressing against him, the wet fabric of her thong leaving nothing to the imagination. "Let's get in the water," she said, her voice a purr. "You can admire the view all you like once we're in."
As they entered the pool, Ladybug couldn't help but flaunt her body. She knew he was watching her, and could feel his eyes on her as she swam. Each stroke of her arms sent waves of water crashing over her chest, the fabric of her top barely containing her breasts. She could see his erection bobbing in the water, a silent testament to his desire. She felt a thrill of power, knowing she was the one in control, that she could make him beg for it without ever giving in.
Gabriel watched her every move, his mind racing. He had never felt this way before, this intense need to possess someone. He had to have her, had to make her his. As she swam closer, her breasts bobbing with the movement, he reached out, his hand brushing against her thigh. The contact was electric, sending a shock through his body that made his cock throb even more.
"What are you doing?" she gasped, feigning surprise.
"Just admiring the... view," he said, his voice thick with lust.
Ladybug giggled, playing the innocent card to perfection. She swam closer, her breasts brushing against his chest. She could feel the heat of his desire, his cock pressing against her leg. "You're such a flirt, Gabriel," she said, her voice a tease. "But remember, I'm Ladybug. I'm not here to be your plaything."
Gabriel's eyes darkened, his hand sliding up her leg, his thumb grazing the edge of her thong. Ladybug felt a jolt of excitement, her pussy clenching in response. She knew she had to be careful, had to keep the upper hand. She leaned into him, her breasts pressing against his chest. "Is that all you've got?" she whispered, her voice a taunt.
The sight of his massive boner straining against his swimsuit was too much for Ladybug to ignore. She couldn't believe the size of him, the way the fabric stretched and bulged. It was a beast, a testament to his desire for her. She reached down, her hand brushing against the wet fabric, her fingers tracing the outline of his cock. "My, my," she said, her voice a sultry whisper. "What a big boy you have."
Marinette's heart raced as she watched his expression, the hunger in his eyes. She knew she had to keep pushing, had to keep him guessing. She swam away, her hips rolling with each stroke. The water sluiced over her skin, highlighting every curve, every inch of exposed flesh. Her swimsuit was a masterpiece of eroticism, the fabric clinging to her like a lover's embrace. Her breasts were on full display, the red and black fabric barely containing them. The strings of her top were so thin, they looked like they might snap at any moment, revealing her to him fully. The way the water beaded on her skin was mesmerising, each droplet rolling down her body to pool at the apex of her thighs.
Gabriel's cock was a beast, a monstrous 16 inches that pointed straight at Ladybug like an arrow of lust. The wet fabric of his swim trunks clung to it, outlining every thick vein and the bulging head. Ladybug couldn't help but stare, her eyes wide with a mix of shock and fascination. "Is that all for me?" she asked, her voice a seductive purr.
Marinette, as Ladybug, felt a thrill of power knowing she could drive him this wild without revealing her true identity. She had to keep her wits about her to avoid getting lost in the game she was playing. She knew the risks, but she also knew that she had to keep him distracted from his villainous plans.
The bikini she wore was almost translucent, the water making it cling to her body like a second skin. Her abs were toned, a result of her vigorous hero training, and her stomach was a flat plane of perfection. The fabric was so thin that her areolae were clearly visible, the tips of her nipples poking through the flimsy material. Each movement she made sent ripples of water across her skin, highlighting every curve and muscle.
Gabriel's gaze was glued to her, his eyes following the water as it ran in rivulets over her breasts and down her stomach. The fabric of her bikini top had gone almost see-through, revealing the dark areolae of her nipples and the outline of her firm, round breasts beneath. She noticed his eyes lingering, and she couldn't help but feel a thrill of power at the way he devoured her.
Her swimsuit was a masterpiece of seduction, the fabric so fine it was barely there. Her breasts looked like they were about to spill out of the cups, the water making her nipples stand out like two pebbles against the dark fabric. The strings of her bikini top were wet and tight, digging into her skin just enough to make her aware of their presence, a constant reminder of her own arousal.
Marinette, as Ladybug, revelled in the power she held over him. She knew she had to be careful not to get too lost in the game, but the thrill of the chase was too much to resist. She leaned back in the water, letting it wash over her breasts, the sensation making her gasp. "Do you like what you see?" she asked, her voice a low purr.
Gabriel's eyes snapped to hers, his cock jerking in response to the question. "More than you know," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.
Marinette felt a shiver of excitement run down her spine. She knew she had him on the hook, but she had to keep her cool. She stood up, the water cascading down her body, and turned to face him. The way the light hit her, her abs were a washboard of perfection, each muscle defined and gleaming with wetness. She knew he was watching her, his eyes raking over her body like a physical touch.
"Why don't you tell me?" she suggested, her voice a challenge. She stepped closer, the water lapping at her thighs. The fabric of her thong had ridden up, showing the smooth, bare skin of her ass. She knew he could see everything, and she revelled in the power of it.
Gabriel's eyes followed the line of her body, his gaze lingering on the juncture of her thighs. "I've never seen anything more beautiful," he said, his voice a hoarse whisper.
Ladybug stepped closer, her breasts brushing against his chest. She could feel the heat of his erection through the fabric of their swimsuit. The way the water clung to her body, the wet fabric of her bikini top revealing the outline of her areolae and the peaks of her nipples, only served to fuel the fire in his eyes. Her abs were a sculpted masterpiece, each muscle rippling as she moved, the water running down her toned stomach and disappearing into the waistband of her bottoms. The fabric of her bikini was almost non-existent, the red and black barely covering her most intimate areas.
Gabriel's eyes followed the trail of water as it sluiced over Ladybug's skin, his gaze lingering on her breasts, the fabric of her top now almost transparent. He could see the dark circles of her areolae, the water making her nipples appear even more prominent. His cock twitched, straining against his swimsuit as he tried to imagine what it would feel like to have those perfect breasts in his hands.
"My suit seems to be... malfunctioning," Ladybug said, her voice a teasing whisper. She reached up, her fingers playing with the strings of her own bikini top. "Maybe we should go back to the changing room and fix it."
Gabriel's eyes widened, his cock jerking in his swim trunks. "I don't think that's necessary," he said, his voice strained.
Ladybug watched him with a knowing smile. She knew she had him right where she wanted him. She turned, her ass pressing against him, the fabric of her thong barely covering her. "Are you sure?" she asked, her voice a purr. "I wouldn't want you to get too... distracted."
"You're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. His hand reached out, his fingers brushing against her stomach, tracing the line of her abs. Ladybug giggled, her hips swaying as she leaned back into him.
"Why, thank you," she said, her voice a tease. "But I'm not sure that's the most appropriate thing to say to a young woman half your age."
Gabriel's eyes snapped to hers, the fire in them only growing brighter. "You're not just any young woman," he said, his voice gruff. "You're Ladybug."
Marinette felt a thrill of excitement at his words. He didn't know it, but she was both the innocent intern and the seductive hero he craved. She leaned in closer, her breasts pressing against his chest. "Is that what you call me when you're... thinking about me?" she whispered, her voice a sultry purr.
Gabriel's hand slid up her body, his thumb brushing against the fabric of her bikini top. "I call you a lot of things," he murmured, his eyes never leaving hers. "But right now, all I can think about is how much I want to see you out of this... costume."
Ladybug felt a thrill of excitement at his words. She knew she had him right where she wanted him, on the edge of desire and obsession. She leaned back into him, the water lapping at her breasts, making them look even fuller and more tempting. The bikini top was almost see-through, the fabric clinging to her nipples like a lover's kiss. "What do you think of my... swimsuit?" she asked, her voice a sultry whisper.
Gabriel's eyes were glued to her chest, his mind racing with thoughts of peeling the wet fabric away to reveal her bare breasts. He couldn't believe she was here, in front of him, teasing him like this. His cock strained against the fabric of his swim trunks, a thick, veiny 16-inch beast that demanded attention. "It's... incredible," he managed to say, his voice hoarse with need.
Ladybug smirked, turning to face him fully. The water ran down her toned stomach, revealing the tight waistband of her bikini bottom. She could see the head of his cock poking out of the top of his trunks, the precum glistening in the light. "You're making it hard to concentrate," she said, her eyes flicking down to his crotch. "But maybe that's the point."
Marinette's confidence grew as she saw the effect she had on him. She knew she had to keep him guessing, had to keep him wanting more. She leaned in closer, her breasts brushing against his chest, the fabric of their swimsuits sticking together. "What are you thinking, Gabriel?" she asked, her voice a tease.
Gabriel's mind was a whirlwind of lust and confusion. He had never felt this way before, this intense need to possess someone. He wanted to rip her bikini off and bury his face between her legs, to taste her sweetness and make her scream his name. But he knew he couldn't. Not yet. He had to play her game, had to let her lead. "I'm thinking that I've never seen anyone more beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.
Ladybug's eyes sparkled with mischief. She knew she had him hooked, that he was her toy to play with. She reached down, her hand grazing his cock through the fabric.
Ladybug felt a thrill of power at the way he reacted to her touch. His cock jerked in his trunks, the fabric straining against the thickness of it. She knew she had him right where she wanted him. She leaned back, her breasts popping out of her top slightly, the fabric clinging to her nipples like a second skin. The water dripped down her abs, drawing his gaze to the thin strip of fabric that barely covered her mound. She smirked at his obvious arousal.
Gabriel's mind was racing with images of Ladybug's naked body. Her abs were a thing of beauty, each muscle defined and rippling as she moved. He couldn't believe the power she had over him, the way she could make him feel so alive with just a look, a touch. He had to have more. He had to see all of her, to feel all of her.
"Is that all you are thinking of me?" she teased, her voice a playful challenge. She knew he was dying to see more, to touch more, but she wasn't ready to give in just yet. Ladybug turned around slowly, allowing the water to cascade down her body, her swimsuit clinging to her curves like a second skin. The strings of her bikini top had come loose, teasingly flimsy, and her breasts were a breath away from spilling out.
Ladybug felt the weight of his gaze on her exposed skin, and she revelled in the power she had over him. She knew that he was fighting a losing battle, that his desire for her was stronger than his will to resist. She stepped closer, her breasts swaying slightly with the movement, the fabric of her top now almost transparent.
Gabriel's cock twitched again, the precum leaking through the fabric of his swim trunks. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Ladybug's breasts looked so full, so ripe, and the way the water beaded on her nipples made them look like cherries, begging to be picked. His hand hovered over her, his thumb brushing against the fabric that separated her from him.
"How much more of this can I take?" he thought to himself, his mind racing with the desire to claim her, to make her his.
Marinette noticed his gaze and took advantage of it. She leaned back, her breasts pressing against his hand, her nipples hard and demanding. "Do you like what you see?" she whispered, her voice a seductive tease. She knew he was close to snapping, and she was going to make sure she pushed him to the brink without breaking him. She spun around, the water running down her body in a sensual dance. The bikini top barely contained her, the fabric stretched to its limits, threatening to give way at any moment.
Gabriel's eyes followed the water as it ran down her chest, the fabric of her top clinging to her like a lover's embrace. The sight of her abs, so toned and defined, was driving him wild. He had never seen a woman with such a perfect stomach before, and the way the water dripped down to her pussy made him want to drop to his knees and worship her. "You're so... fucking perfect," he murmured, his hand sliding down to her waistband.
Ladybug giggled, the sound music to his ears. She leaned in closer, her breasts brushing against his chest. "You think so?" she whispered, her eyes gleaming with mischief. She could feel his cock, hot and heavy against her, the fabric of their swimsuits doing little to hide the evidence of his arousal. "Maybe you should tell me exactly what you think," she said, her voice a seductive purr.