[061826_001] I had the girl waiting for a deity try on a bikini and gym shorts.

I had her strip down right there in the fitting room, her trembling fingers fumbling with the buttons of her blouse. She was supposed to be waiting for a god, but instead she was mine to command. I tossed her a tiny bikini, barely more than scraps of fabric, and ordered her to put it on. Her cheeks flushed as she struggled with the strings, her nipples hardening against the thin material. Then came the bloomers, tight white cotton that hugged her hips and made her ass look like a ripe peach. I made her turn around slowly, inspecting every curve, every hint of her cunt through the damp fabric. She whimpered when I told her to bend over and touch her toes, the bloomers pulling tight against her slit. I could see the outline of her pussy lips, wet and eager. ‘This is what you wear for your god,’ I growled, ‘but you’re going to show me first.’ I pulled the crotch of the bloomers aside and slid a finger inside her. She was soaking, her juices running down her thigh. I fucked her with my fingers until she came, her body shaking, her eyes begging for more. But I wasn’t done. I made her keep the swimsuit and bloomers on while I took her from behind, the wet fabric rubbing against my cock. She moaned like a whore, calling me her god as I filled her ass with my cum. When I was finished, I left her there, trembling and dripping, still waiting for a god who would never come.