Ruby’s Filthy Pinup Erotic Fantasy
Hey, you filthy darlings—it’s Ruby, your redheaded pinup wet dream with curves that don’t quit, fiery hair spilling over my shoulders like spilled wine, and lips painted crimson just to leave marks where they don’t belong. I’m not here to tease lightly tonight. I’m here to tell you the dirtiest erotic fantasy I lived last weekend… and how I made every second of it real.
It started at the old drive-in theater—retro, abandoned, perfect for sin. I showed up in my favorite pinup look: black satin corset laced so tight my tits nearly spilled out, red polka-dot skirt hiked high, garters snapping against fishnet thighs, and red patent heels that clicked like gunshots on the cracked asphalt. No panties. Never panties when I’m hunting.
I spotted him—college kid, nervous, sitting alone on the hood of his beat-up Chevy. I sauntered over, hips rolling, and leaned against his car so my cleavage was level with his eyes. “Wanna see a real pinup fantasy, baby?” I said while sliding my hand up his thigh until I felt him twitch.
I didn’t wait for permission. I climbed onto his lap, skirt bunched around my waist, and ground my bare, dripping cunt against the bulge in his jeans. “Feel how wet your dirty pinup girl is?” I whispered, unzipping him with my teeth. His cock sprang free—thick, veiny, already leaking. I spat on it, stroked slow, then sank down in one slick motion, taking every inch until my ass slapped his thighs.
I rode him like I was trying to break the car suspension—hard, fast, filthy. My tits bounced free of the corset; he sucked one nipple while I pinched the other, moaning every curse I knew. “Fuck your pinup slut deeper—fill this greedy pussy!” I screamed into the night. Cars honked in the distance; I didn’t care. I clenched around him, milking, until he exploded—hot ropes of cum flooding me so deep it leaked down my thighs when I finally lifted off.
I made him lick it clean—every drop—while I sat on his face, grinding my swollen clit against his tongue. “That’s it, baby… taste your pinup girl’s ruined cunt.” When he finished, I kissed him deep, letting him taste himself on my lips.
That’s the kind of erotic fantasy I live. Raw. Messy. Unapologetic.
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