Pure

He was checking her out, you could tell. You could see his eyes travel from her big, heavy, white platform sandals, all the way up her legs covered in gray fishnets. You could watch his eyes widen as he got to her slightly too short baby pink leather skirt, his eyes wandered up her torso taking in her tiny waist. His eyes found their resting place looking at her black lacy bra though her white turtle neck.
She watched him look at her, she was used to this, it happened quite often. Her face held a smirk, she enjoyed when they didn't notice her noticing them checking her out. She flipped her dark hair off her shoulder and walked towards him. He was so intoxicated by the way she looked he didn't even notice.
"You should take a picture, it'll last longer"
"S-s-sorry" he managed to stutter out, looking at the ground
"It's alright babe" she tilted his chin up to look at her face, she began whispering explicit things in his ear, his eyes bulged out of their sockets so much it looked like they were going to pop out. She trailed her hand up and down his thigh as she spoke, it was obvious what she was trying to do. And by the looks of the tent forming in his trousers, she was succeeding. She kissed his lips lightly, "And when I'm done, you'll wish that I never caught you looking at me like a piece of meat" Her hand grabbed his hard on and twisted, "Is that clear?" She asked through gritted teeth, she let go of him as he nodded violently "Now," she smiled sweetly "Try not to spunk in your trousers"