The penthouse suite overlooking the glittering Manhattan skyline reeked of old money and entitlement, the kind that came with a silver spoon and a daddy’s black card. Isabella Voss, the epitome of a spoiled rich college girl, lounged on the plush velvet chaise in her tiny silk robe, the fabric barely containing her perky teen tits as she scrolled through her phone. At nineteen, she was a freshman at NYU, but school was just an accessory—like her designer heels or the string of boys she discarded like yesterday’s latte. The air was thick with the scent of her Chanel perfume mixed with the faint, musky hint of last night’s debauchery, sheets still tangled on the king-sized bed behind her.
Her long, manicured nails tapped impatiently against the screen. “Where the fuck is he?” she muttered, her voice a sultry whine that could melt steel or shatter egos. The doorman had buzzed up her latest conquest, a broke-ass grad student named Jax who’d been eye-fucking her in the campus library for weeks. She demanded instant everything—coffee at dawn, orgasms on command, and now, this guy to worship at her feet. The elevator dinged, and there he was, stepping into her world like a lamb to the slaughter, his cheap cologne clashing with the opulence.
Isabella didn’t even look up at first, letting him sweat. Jax hovered by the door, his eyes devouring the sight of her: those endless legs crossed just so, the robe slipping open to reveal the smooth, shaved mound of her teen pussy, already glistening under the soft morning light filtering through floor-to-ceiling windows. The city buzzed below, horns honking like a distant symphony, but up here, it was all about her rhythm. “Lock the door,” she commanded, finally glancing at him with those ice-blue eyes that screamed privilege and promise. Her voice was honey laced with venom, the kind that made cocks twitch involuntarily.
Jax obeyed, his heart pounding like a bass drum in his chest. He’d jerked off to thoughts of this rich teen more times than he could count, imagining peeling back those layers of attitude to find the raw, hungry slut beneath. But now, face to face, the air crackled with tension—the faint hum of the AC, the silk whispering against her skin as she shifted. She uncrossed her legs slowly, deliberately, giving him a peek at the pink folds that begged for attention. “You think you can handle me?” she purred, standing up with the grace of a predator. Her robe fell open completely now, exposing her lithe body: firm B-cup breasts with nipples hardening in the cool air, a flat stomach from endless Pilates sessions funded by daddy’s wallet, and hips that swayed like a siren’s call.
He stepped closer, drawn in like a moth to her flame, his hands itching to touch. The scent of her arousal hit him first—sweet and tangy, like forbidden fruit ripened just for him. Isabella grabbed his shirt, yanking him forward with surprising strength, her nails digging into his chest through the fabric. “Strip,” she ordered, her breath hot against his neck, carrying the faint mint of her morning latte. Jax fumbled with his buttons, his cock already straining against his jeans, throbbing at the sight of this college teen demanding her due. She watched with a smirk, circling him like prey, her bare feet silent on the marble floor that chilled her soles just enough to make her shiver.
As his clothes hit the floor in a heap, she pushed him back onto the chaise, the velvet cool against his bare ass. Isabella straddled him without preamble, her wet teen slit grinding against his hardening shaft, coating him in her slick juices. The friction sent sparks up her spine, a low moan escaping her glossed lips—raw, animalistic, the sound echoing off the high ceilings. “I’ve been watching free teen porn all morning,” she whispered, her voice husky with lust, “and none of those sluts get it like I do. I want it now, hard and deep.” Her hands roamed his chest, pinching his nipples until he gasped, the pain mixing with pleasure in a dizzying haze.
Jax’s hands finally found her hips, gripping the soft flesh, feeling the heat radiating from her core. She was dripping, her arousal soaking his thighs, the musky scent filling his nostrils like an aphrodisiac. Isabella leaned down, her long blonde hair cascading over his face like a curtain, tickling his skin as she bit his lower lip—hard enough to draw a bead of blood, the metallic tang mixing with her saliva as she kissed him fiercely. Tongues battled, wet and sloppy, her moans vibrating through him as she rocked harder, teasing his cock with her entrance but not yet taking him in.
The buildup was torture, delicious and unrelenting. She pulled back, sitting up to admire her work—his flushed face, the way his chest heaved with ragged breaths. “Beg for it,” she demanded, her fingers trailing down to wrap around his thick shaft, stroking slowly, deliberately. The velvety skin slid under her palm, pre-cum beading at the tip, warm and sticky. Jax groaned, the sound guttural, his hips bucking involuntarily. “Please, Isabella… fuck me,” he pleaded, voice cracking with need. She laughed, a throaty sound that sent shivers down his spine, and positioned herself above him, the head of his cock nudging her swollen clit.
With a swift drop, she impaled herself, her tight teen pussy stretching around him like a glove made for sin. The sensation was electric—hot, wet walls clenching, sucking him in deeper with every inch. Isabella threw her head back, a cry ripping from her throat, raw and uninhibited, as she began to ride him. The chaise creaked under them, the velvet sticking to their sweat-slicked skin. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, nipples grazing his chest, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core. The air grew heavy with the sounds of flesh slapping flesh, her wetness squelching obscenely, mingling with his grunts and her filthy commands.
“Harder, you pathetic fuck,” she snarled, nails raking down his sides, leaving red trails that burned like fire. Jax thrust up to meet her, his hands bruising her hips, the pain only fueling her fire. She leaned forward again, capturing his mouth in a bruising kiss, tasting salt and desperation on his tongue. Her clit ground against his pubic bone with every downward slam, building that coil of tension low in her belly. The room spun with sensory overload—the cool silk of the robe now discarded and tangled around them, the distant city noise fading into white static, replaced by their symphony of lust.
Isabella’s pace quickened, her breaths coming in sharp pants, the scent of sex thick and heady, like sweat and cum and unbridled desire. She reached between them, her fingers circling her clit in frantic motions, the slick sounds joining the wet slaps. “I’m gonna cum all over your teen cock,” she gasped, her voice breaking, eyes locking onto his with a feral intensity. Jax felt her walls flutter, tightening like a vice, milking him as she chased her peak. But she wasn’t done demanding—in this world of instant gratification, she wanted more, always more.
She dismounted suddenly, leaving him gasping and throbbing in the cool air, his cock glistening with her essence. Isabella sauntered to the bedroom, her ass cheeks flexing with each step, the sway hypnotic. “Follow me,” she called over her shoulder, voice dripping with command. Jax scrambled up, his legs shaky, the marble floor cold under his feet as he trailed her like a devoted slave. The bedroom was a den of luxury: Egyptian cotton sheets rumpled from her lazy morning, mirrors on every wall reflecting her naked form from every angle, amplifying the voyeuristic thrill.
She pushed him onto the bed, the mattress sinking under his weight with a soft whoosh. Isabella climbed over him, but this time facing away, her perfect teen ass hovering above his face. “Eat me,” she ordered, lowering herself onto his mouth, her juices smearing across his lips. The taste exploded on his tongue—salty-sweet nectar, warm and addictive. Jax lapped at her eagerly, tongue delving into her folds, flicking her clit with desperate precision. She ground down, smothering him in her heat, her moans filling the room like porn-star wails from the teen porno she’d binged.
Her hands braced on his thighs, nails digging in as she leaned forward, taking his cock into her mouth without warning. The sudden warmth enveloped him, her lips stretching around his girth, tongue swirling the sensitive underside. She sucked hard, hollowing her cheeks, the slurping sounds obscene and wet, saliva dripping down his balls. Jax bucked into her mouth, but she controlled the pace, popping off to tease the tip with her teeth—gentle nips that made him hiss. The mirrors captured it all: her arched back, the way her pussy lips parted under his assault, juices trickling down his chin.
Isabella’s body trembled, the dual sensations pushing her closer to the edge. She deep-throated him, gagging slightly but powering through, the vibration humming through his shaft. “Fuck, yes… just like that,” she mumbled around him, words garbled but intent clear. Her hips rolled, grinding her clit against his nose, the musky scent overwhelming, her thighs quivering with building ecstasy. Jax’s hands gripped her ass, spreading her cheeks to delve deeper, tongue probing her tight rosebud for added filth.
The intensity ramped up, her sucks turning sloppy, frantic, as she chased her release. She pulled off with a gasp, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his cock, and spun around to face him. “I need you inside me now,” she demanded, positioning herself reverse cowgirl, sinking down onto him in one fluid motion. The new angle hit deeper, her walls gripping him like velvet fire. She rode him wildly, ass bouncing, the slap of skin echoing louder than the traffic far below. Sweat beaded on her skin, trickling down her spine, pooling where their bodies met.
Jax watched in the mirror, mesmerized by the sight—her teen body undulating, breasts jiggling, face contorted in raw lust. He thrust up, meeting her drops with force, the bedframe rattling against the wall. Isabella’s fingers flew to her clit again, rubbing in furious circles, her breaths ragged, moans turning to screams. “Don’t stop… fuck my tight teen cunt harder!” The words spilled out, dirty and desperate, fueling the fire between them.
Her orgasm built like a storm, every nerve alight, the room spinning with heat and haze. Jax felt his own release coiling, balls tightening, but she wasn’t letting him off easy. She slowed just enough to edge him, clenching her pussy around him in rhythmic pulses, drawing out the torment. The air was saturated with their mingled scents—sweat, pussy, cock—a heady cocktail that made everything more intense, more real.
Isabella leaned back, her hands on his thighs for leverage, arching her back to take him even deeper. The stretch burned so good, filling her completely, every vein on his shaft dragging against her sensitive walls. She could feel him pulsing inside her, hot and insistent, and it pushed her over. “Cum with me, you fuck,” she growled, her body seizing as waves crashed through her. Her pussy spasmed, gushing around him, the wet heat flooding his lap.
But she kept riding, demanding more, her hips never slowing, drawing out the pleasure into something endless. Jax groaned, hands roaming her body, pinching her nipples until she cried out, the pain sharpening the bliss. The mirrors multiplied their frenzy, making it feel like an audience of shadows watched their teen sex spectacle. Isabella’s hair whipped as she tossed her head, lost in the raw, lustful rhythm, her demands echoing in every thrust.