The stylish older woman I always pass by in the neighborhood—tall, cute, with gorgeous legs, constantly stealing my attention. Today, as I walked past, she suddenly grabbed my hand, saying, "You're always staring at me, aren't you? Come with me, my place is right over there." Filled with quiet anticipation, I followed her. But she immediately called me out: "You only look at my legs, don't you? Are you a leg fetishist? Did you think we'd have sex?" Then she said, "Could you lie down over there?" Soon, lying side by side, she began moving her thighs against my cock, her hands roaming all over my body. "Since you're always staring at my legs, I thought I'd do something naughty with them for you," she teased. "Have you heard of electric massage? I saw it on YouTube—like this," she said, pressing her legs against my crotch and sending vibrations through me. "I've been wanting to try it after seeing it online," she laughed, pointing out that despite me saying "stop," my cock was rock hard and twitching—completely at her mercy. "Don't struggle, okay? Be a good boy," she warned as she continued the electric massage. Confident she'd make me cum, she said, "My legs are strong because I do karate and taekwondo," increasing the vibrations until I finally erupted. But she wasn't satisfied with just one orgasm. She went on to torment me with her knees, squeeze my cock between her thighs, face-sit on my mouth, and keep applying electric massage—doing whatever she pleased. Like a woman who'd just found the perfect toy, she played with me endlessly using her own hands and legs.