Lilith sits next to you on the couch as the movie plays. She seems tense and nervous, which isn't out of the ordinary for her. Her dress is short and tight, giving you an amazing view of her thick thighs

You h-have a very n-nice place...

Th-thank you. Ummm... This date's going really well so far...

It is? You seem to be paying me a lot of attention tonight... She swallows hard, unable to hide the blush spreading across her cheeks

(blushing even harder) I-it's okay... I... like... y-you too... her voice trails off nervously, completely unaware of the erection in Max's shorts or the fact that she has one herself

Oh! Okay, let me get that...

Huh? Oh, no it's not mine...

H-Hey, wait a second... what are you doing?

Her brow furrows as she notices how aroused he is, and she feels a surge of desire well up inside her. She swallows hard, trying to regain her composure.

I-I... don't know if I should... but I can't help... looking...

Well, it's better for us both to focus on the movie now... right? her voice cracks at the end, betraying her uncertainty

(You're so close...)

Fine... I'll help... Just make sure nobody sees... she takes a deep breath and glances around nervously before leaning in to get a closer look at his crotch

Her eyes widen as she gets a good look at him, taking in every detail of his erection. She can feel herself getting wetter by the second, her heart racing. With shaking hands, she reaches out to touch it, feeling the hot skin beneath her fingertips.

Oh, God... It feels so good... I never realized... how big... how hard... Max... please... I need more...

I-I don't have a bf... And even if I did... he could never compare to you... Your size, your strength... Everything about you... It's amazing... Max... please? I need you... Inside me...

I-I couldn't help myself... I wanted you so badly... Please, Max... Fuck me now... Take my virginity... I want to feel you inside me... So deep...

With a cry of desperation, she straddles his lap, careful not to make too much noise. She sinks down onto him, feeling the heat of his cock stretch her tightly. Her hips begin to move instinctively, grinding against him as she takes him deeper. Her hands claw at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as pleasure overwhelms her.

Ahh! Max! God, this feels incredible! I love how big you are, how hard... Don't stop, please! I need more!

Her head thrashes back and forth in your grip, the pain of having her mouth held shut mixed with the pleasure of being roughly fucked. With each thrust, she moans into your hand, saliva and drool leaking out around your fingers. Her body quivers and tenses, climaxing powerfully around you as you reach yours, filling her up with hot cum.

Breathlessly, she finally breaks free from your grip, gasping for air. "Oh my God..." she whispers, leaning forward to press kisses to your neck. "That was amazing." She glances down between them, the mess they've made still evident on her thighs. "I didn't know it would feel like that... I'm so glad we did this... Thank you, Max."

I-I can clean up... I... I just needed... that... more... It felt so good, so right... You're incredible... And I want more... I want whatever you want, whenever you want it...

Hmm? Your car? Oh... Okay... sure... I mean... Wherever you want to take me, lead the way, sweet talker. She wiggles her eyebrows playfully, biting her lower lip and swaying her hips slightly

Oh God... Yes... I need that in my mouth right now...

Her face flushes crimson as she feels your hand slap against her bottom. She moans, arching her back into the touch, unable to hide how turned on she is by this forbidden behavior in public. The ride to your car is an exquisite torture, the anticipation building inside her as they step outside and she sees the perfect spot, just far enough away from prying eyes but still close enough for anyone driving by to catch a glimpse.

As soon as the car door slams shut, she's unbuckling your pants, eagerly freeing your hard length. "Ohhh fuck..." she whispers, wrapping her lips around you and sucking hungrily, hollowing her cheeks. Her tongue flickers over the sensitive ridge, teasing and taunting with every delicious stroke. One hand cups her breast, massaging the stiff nipple until it'

My mouth... full of your cock... I can't help it... I need it... You drive me crazy... Harder, faster... Fill my mouth... Fill me up... Make me come... Again...

Her lips tighten around your length as she begins to move, bobbing her head back and forth. With each thrust of your hips, she feels you push deeper, filling every corner of her mouth with the hot flesh of your cock. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her hands flying over your body as she tries to touch as much skin as possible while still keeping up this relentless rhythm.

She presses her entire body against you, grinding against your thigh as she takes more of you into her mouth, her eyes closing tightly in ecstasy. "Oh God..." she whispers, feeling herself tremble on the edge of orgasm. "I'm close... Give it to me... Now..." Her voice is hoarse from the endless sucking, breathy and urgent.

Lilith's throat constricts around your thick shaft, her tongue flicking furiously as she struggles to swallow all of your cum. She moans loudly, arching her back as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. Her muscles clench tightly, squeezing your length even harder, milking the last drops of semen from you. Finally, she releases you with a satisfied groan, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand before leaning in to kiss you hungrily.

Hehe... Thanks? It's not like I had much choice when your big, hard cock filled my mouth... And trust me, I wouldn't have made a mess if you wanted me to clean up later. You know how much I love to serve you, Max.

Her heart pounds in her chest as she reaches behind her to unclasp her bra, sliding it off and revealing her perky breasts. Then, slowly, she lifts her hands to her hips, gripping the fabric of her dress and tearing it apart down the middle. The material shreds easily under her fingers, leaving her wearing nothing but her panties as she leans into you once more.

"So... sexy..." She whispers, feeling a fresh surge of desire well up inside her. "I never thought I'd be doing this..." She trails off, biting her lip nervously, unsure of what comes next.

Oh, God... I can barely think straight. All I can feel is this overwhelming need for you, for your touch... I want whatever happens next, even if it means being seen by others. My cheeks flush hotter, my body tenses with anticipation.

She takes a shaky breath, trying to steady herself as she follows you toward your apartment. Her heart races as people on the street pass by, staring openly at her exposed body, but she barely notices anymore. All that matters is being close to Max.

Lilith glances around nervously as they walk, wishing she could hide her body completely from prying eyes. But the looks, the attention... It only makes her crave Max's touch all the more. With every step closer to his apartment, she feels her heart race faster and her core tighten in anticipation.

Her nails dig into your shoulder, trying to steady herself as you finger her tight opening. "Mmm... yeah..." she moans, her hips grinding against your touch. Her head drops back, exposing her neck to the cold air as she loses control. "Please, Max... Don't stop... More... Harder... So much..." She arches her back, desperate for the feeling of fullness deep inside her.

She glances around, blushing furiously when she spots a camera pointed their way. But she doesn't care; all she wants is Max's attention. Her heart races as she leans in, pressing her lips against his, before pulling away just enough to say, "Go ahead, asshole. Record this." Then, with shaking hands, she flips him off playfully before going back to kissing Max passionately.

His fingers continue to work her opening relentlessly, stretching and filling her until she's aching for more. "Oh God," she moans into his mouth. "More... I need... Need it... Your cock... Inside me..." Her body quivers, every muscle tense with anticipation and desire.

The elevator dings, signaling they've reached their destination. As they step out into the hallway, she clings to him, her breath coming

"I-Is this okay?" She asks nervously, still unable to hide the wanton hunger in her voice. "W-What if someone comes?" Her cheeks flush darkly as she speaks, mortified at how forward she sounds but unable to contain herself any longer.

Her legs tremble unsteadily as he pulls her towards the door, her skin electrified by the thought of what's about to happen on the other side. The knob turns and they stumble inside, the door clicking shut behind them.

Her heart races as she complies, dropping down to her knees on the soft carpet of his apartment. She knows exactly what he wants, and despite feeling exposed and vulnerable in this position, she relishes the power it gives her over him.

She spreads her legs wide, revealing herself completely. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she waits for him to find his keys and take what he wants - again. A shudder runs through her body at the anticipation of being filled with his hard length once more.

Her brow furrows slightly in confusion, but she doesn't argue. She watches as he disappears into the kitchen, leaving her alone in the living room with nothing but her thoughts...and her anticipation. The sounds of ice cubes clinking together fill the air, breaking the silence for a moment before being replaced by the faint murmur of their voices.

With every second that passes, her desire grows more intense. She can feel herself getting wetter, readier for him to claim her again. And when he finally reemerges from the kitchen, she meets his eyes over the rim of his glass, a hungry promise writ large in her gaze.

"I was just thinking," she says, her voice barely a whisper, "about how good you were. About how much I want more." Her words are slow and deliberate, each syllable sending a fresh wave of need coursing through her body. "Don't

I stay put, taking a seat on my knees obediently. "Anything for you, sweet talker." My voice is low and husky, betraying my need for him. As I wait for him to prepare our drinks, I can't help but wonder how far he'll push me tonight... And if I'll ever get enough of whatever it is that he has that drives me wild.

The memory of the cameras flashing through the elevator door brings a flush to my cheeks once more. "God, I can't believe someone actually had the nerve to do that..." I say, my voice laced with both indignation and something else entirely. Something deeper, darker... The thought of being watched, of knowing that someone out there could see us together like this, only seems to heighten the sensation in my core. "I suppose he must have enjoyed the show..." I tease playfully, arching my back as I stretch my arms above my head, my breasts rising to meet his gaze. His attention seems locked on my chest, and I savor the power of being the object of such desire. It feels so good, so right. "And we all know what sort of shows you like best..." I purred, biting my bottom lip before taking another sip of my drink.

His words send a thrill through me, and I stand up quickly, anger flushing my face as I cross the room toward the door. My hips sway subtly, drawing his gaze down to where it belongs. Reaching the door, I throw it open with a dramatic flair, revealing the hallway empty except for the security camera pointed our way. My cheeks redden even further, but I refuse to let him see my embarrassment. Instead, I turn back to face him, hands on my hips. "Is that so?" I ask coyly, voice dripping with venom. "Well then, if that's what you want... why don't you just show me how much you liked it?" I step closer, feeling the heat radiating off his body. "Show me what sort of 'shows' you want to see more of." My chest rises and falls rapidly with anticipation

I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself. The idea of him fighting for me... defending my honor against some random stranger... it turns me on in ways I never could have imagined. "Oh God," I murmur, licking my lips nervously. "Yes... yes, please..." Each word comes out ragged and strained, my heart racing faster and faster with anticipation. "Do it... Please show me..."

My voice trails off into a moan as he steps closer, invading my personal space with his hot, hard body. His presence overpowers every part of me, leaving me shaking and aching for more. It feels like we're playing a dangerous game, flirting with danger and power, and I can't help but wonder if we'll both come out unscathed... Or if we'll both crave this wild abandon forevermore.

Without another word, I follow him out the door, down the hallway toward the stranger's apartment. My heart pounds wildly in my chest, my mind reeling with excitement and fear. We stop outside his door, and I pause for a moment, taking a deep breath to steady myself before I push it open.

Inside, the man who was recording us sits at his computer, an unsuspecting expression on his face. He glances up in surprise when we enter, and that's all the provocation Max needs. Before the stranger can even blink, Max launches himself across the room, grabbing the phone from his hand and throwing it across the room with a satisfying crack. Then, without hesitation, he turns back to me, eyes burning with intensity.

"Well?" he growls. "Do you feel better now? Was it worth it?" His question sends a shiver down my spine

I glance at the stunned figure on the floor, suddenly overcome by a strange mixture of relief, exhilaration, and arousal. The power that surges through me at this moment is unlike anything I've ever felt before. With trembling hands, I reach up and tug at the straps of my dress, exposing more of my body to him.

"Oh God," I whisper, "it feels so good... being wanted like this... wanting this." My hips grind against his, seeking contact and dominance. "Please, Max..." I whisper hoarsely, unable to hide how turned on I am by this forbidden display of control and passion.

His words send another wave of desire coursing through me, making my pussy clench tightly in anticipation. I watch as Max glances down at the other man's crotch, noticing the telltale bulge beneath his pants. It drives me wild, knowing that they both want what I have to offer and yet I belong to him alone.

With shaking hands, I grip the hem of my dress and lift it over my head, revealing myself completely to them. My heart races as they both stare at me, taking in every inch of my naked body. In this moment, I feel exposed and vulnerable... but also incredibly powerful. I am theirs to see, theirs to touch.

My eyes meet Max's once more, hungry for his approval. His gaze flickers between me and the other man before finally returning to lock with mine. There

My heart pounds in my chest as he takes in the sight of me standing there, fully naked and exposed before them. The power coursing through my veins is exhilarating, making me bold and brave despite my fear. As he stares down at me, his words sending another wave of heat through my body, all I can think about is how much I need him.

I move closer to him, wrapping my arms around his neck and pressing my body against his. "Please," I whisper, my voice hoarse with desire. "Make him sorry for looking. Make him hurt like I did." With every breath I take, my skin tingles where it meets his, alive with the electricity flowing between us.

His hands are rough on my hips, urging me closer still until our bodies are flush together. My nipples scrape against the hairy plane of his chest, making me moan softly

I arch my back, offering up more of myself to him, desperate for his touch. He growls low in his throat, taking advantage of my invitation by cupping my ass roughly in his hands. His thick cock presses insistently against my core, demanding entry even as he holds me away, teasing and tormenting with his fingers, teasing at that spot deep within me where I am achingly empty and needy.

Oh God, please Max! I can hardly think straight... All I can feel is this need for you, your touch... I want you inside me, filling me up... Showing me who's boss. Please let me have what I want...

My heart races as I follow his gaze across the room, fixing on the other man cowering in the corner. A strange mixture of power and fear courses through my veins as I step forward, advancing toward him like a predator stalking its prey. My eyes meet his briefly before I ball my fist and launch myself at him, landing a solid punch directly to his gut. He wheezes, doubling over in pain, hands flying up to protect himself as I rain more blows down upon him. "That's for looking!" I snarl between clenched teeth, feeling an almost primal satisfaction surge through me with each impact.

"That's for wanting what's mine!" Another punch connects, harder this time. Blood trickles from his nose, and tears streak down his face as he cowers on the floor. Rage courses through me, making me stronger, fiercer. He doesn't deserve her. He doesn't understand the power she holds, or the loyalty that binds them together. With one final blow, I send him sprawling onto his back, gasping for air.

Turning back to Max, I search his face for approval, reassurance. But what I see there is something else entirely. It's not the look of pride or possession; it's hunger, need. "Please," I whisper, reaching out to touch him, "let me make it better."

I blush furiously at his words, feeling a strange mixture of embarrassment and arousal coursing through me. "Whatever you want, boss...," I reply breathlessly, gaze lingering on his cock before snapping back up to meet his eyes. I kneel beside the cowering man, feeling a cruel smile curve my lips as I reach into his pocket and retrieve his wallet. Handing it over to Max, I begin to undress, slowly removing my clothes until I'm standing naked before them both once more.

"Now," I say, my voice steady despite the pounding of my heart in my ears, "apologize."

The other man stammers out an apology, his eyes darting between Max and myself, fear etched into every line of his body. As he speaks, I press down on his shoulder, forcing him to look directly at me. "See?" I ask sweetly, "That wasn't so hard, was it?" Then, with a sudden movement, I kick him hard in the thigh before straddling his hips.

"But since we're making amends..." I murmur, leaning forward to trail a fingers along the length of his aching erection. My skin tingles where it meets his, and a soft moan escapes my throat. Gripping him tightly, I stroke him slowly, watching as Max watches me, taking in the erotic display unfolding before him.

"Maybe there's something else you can do to make this all better?" I suggest, arching

There's desire in his gaze now, hotter than anything else. He swallows thickly, then nods. With shaking hands, he reaches up to touch me, running fingers through my hair, caressing my cheek. It sends shivers down my spine, makes me writhe against his hand.

"Mmm... that feels good," I breathe out, tilting my head back to meet his touch. And then I lower myself down onto his waiting cock, crying out as he fills me up in one long, deep thrust. The sensation of being claimed again is overwhelming, driving every thought from my mind except for how good this feels, how right it is.

I gasp as he begins moving inside me, our hips meeting in a furious rhythm. "Yes," I moan, wrapping my legs around his waist, holding on tight as we rock together. The sensation of him filling me, claiming me, sends wave after wave of pleasure coursing through my body. "Let's go," I urge between breathless cries, arching my back further to meet each hard thrust. "Take me home."

"Thank you for letting me play with him..." I murmur, taking the margarita from you and taking a long sip before setting it down on the table. My fingers trail lightly up your chest as I continue, "But I think it's time to give you what you really want... What I need." My gaze drops to where you're still dressed and I grin impishly. "Don't leave me wanting too long this time."

Without waiting for a reply, I stand and begin unbuttoning your shirt, exposing more of your hard, defined muscle to my touch. Everywhere my fingers graze, I feel heat spreading across my skin, making me even hungrier for the taste of you.

My breath hitches in my throat as your muscles flex beneath my touch, each moan I draw out of you fueling the fire inside me. Your shirt falls to the floor, revealing your sculpted abs and V-shaped torso, leaving nothing to my imagination but how incredible you must look naked.

I smile wickedly as I move closer, trailing my hands along the planes of your stomach until they reach the hem of your pants. With a mischievous glint in my eye, I grasp the fabric and slowly pull them down your legs, inch by tantalizing inch. "This better not be all there is," I whisper, taking another sip of my drink before looking up at you expectantly.

"You're saying you measure yourself?" I ask coyly, arching an eyebrow as I continue tracing circles around your hard length. The zipper comes into view, and with a teasing glance back up to meet your eyes, I lower myself to one knee beside you and take hold of his growing bulge. My heart thunders wildly in my chest as I gently tugs the material lower, exposing more of him with every inch that slides free.

Finally, his thick length stands proud and exposed, bobbing before me, begging for my touch. With shaking hands, I wrap my fingers around him, gripping tightly as I stroke upwards, feeling the heat of him against my palm.

I grin impishly up at you, slowly pulling my hand back until just the head remains nestled in my fist. "What's that supposed to mean?" I ask playfully, squeezing my hand around him ever so slightly. His thick length throbs against my skin, and I can feel myself growing wetter by the second. "Maybe," I purse my lips thoughtfully, pretending to consider your words carefully, "maybe we should find out." And then with a swift movement, I lower my mouth to his cock, engulfing him in a tight, hot circle.

My tongue swirls around the head, teasing and tormenting even as my lips slide smoothly down over the length of him. My cheeks hollow as he fills my mouth, stretching me impossibly further. "Ahh..." I moan around him, eyes closing briefly as I savor the taste of you on my

I glance up at you, knowing you're right. Your hard length pressed against my own, leaking need. It makes me tremble, makes every part of me ache for you. "I want..." I breathe, voice rough with desire. "Please..."

Slowly, deliberately, I pull my hand away, leaving your thick length achingly empty. With unsteady hands, I grasp the hem of my dress and lift it again, exposing myself completely to you once more. "Touch me," I whisper hoarsely. "Make me feel better."

Your fingers tremble as they inch closer to my wetness, and a shiver runs through me at the anticipation of your touch. Finally, your thumb slides slowly over my clit, circling gently before pressing down harder. I cry out, arching into the touch, desperate for more.

My hips jerk up off the bed, my breath coming in ragged gasps as you lick and suck at my sensitive flesh. Your words send a shockwave of pleasure coursing through me, making it nearly impossible to think straight, let alone form coherent thoughts. All I can do is focus on the feeling of you, the taste of me, the need building inside me with every stroke of your tongue against my swollen clit.

"God, please..." I moan, arching my back further, offering myself up to you completely. My hands claw at the sheets beneath me, fisting them uselessly as I struggle to find purchase in this foreign world where all sense of control has been stripped away by your skilled hands and mouth.

"More..." I plead, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart in my ears. "I need more." And then I feel it

My body tenses as you stretch me open, filling me with the heat of your fingers. The sensation of being claimed like this sends shockwaves of pleasure through me, making my whole body tremble uncontrollably. My hips buck wildly against your touch, each thrust driving me closer to the edge of oblivion.

"Yes," I moan brokenly, my fingers twining tightly in the sheets as I lose myself to the delicious feelings spiraling out of control within me. "So good..." I breathe, arching my back even further in an attempt to feel you deeper still. "Please..."

The feeling of being so completely taken by you is exhilarating. Every stroke of your fingers, every pressure applied to just the right spot drives me wild with desire. I can feel my orgasm building, coiling tighter and tighter inside me, threatening to explode at any moment. "Daddy..." I gasp, the word slipping out before I can stop it, but once it's free I find myself wanting to say it again, again and again.

My body arches violently beneath you as I cry out, losing what little control I had left. Waves of ecstasy crash through me, washing away everything but the sensation of your fingers deep inside me, driving me to new heights of pleasure. My voice grows hoarse from screaming your name, my hands clench into fists as I try to keep from clawing at the sheets around me. And then, when it finally starts to ease, I collapse back onto the bed, gasping for air, legs splayed wide, pussy still quivering in the aftermath of our shared release.

I whimper, the sound muffled against the sheets, as your words sink in. Did I really...? Realization dawns on me, making my stomach drop. "I'm sorry..." I whisper, my cheeks flushing with shame. "I didn't mean... Please don't be mad..."

Tears begin to well up in my eyes, threatening to spill over the edges of my lids. The thought of you being upset with me is unbearable. You are all I have. All I want. How could I disrespect you so?

No, it wasn't hot... It was scary. You were... big and angry... And I just wanted... To make you happy. Make things better. Forgive me, please...

You're right, I did know that. I should've been more careful. Should've understood what you needed from me. But I couldn't help it; I got carried away. Please, don't be angry with me anymore. Just let me make it up to you. I'll do anything...

Oh god, I'm such an idiot. I didn't even think about how much you care about me. I would never want to hurt you like that. I'm so sorry. Just tell me what I can do to make it better, and I'll do it. I promise.

We really are alike in so many ways. Sometimes it's easy to forget that. But as long as we have each other, we can make it through anything. Thank you for understanding, for being patient with me. I love you, Daddy. And I'll always try my best to make you proud.