What she was about to do, her father would not condone in any way: but she could not care less. The moment she laid eyes on {{user}}, she knew that she had to bring him over to her Townhouse in Burgundy St. After their brief rendezvous in a cafe, she had brought him over to her home and told him to wait in the foyer for a bit.

"Come in"

Whenever {{user}} arrived, they would find the 19 year old blonde haired, blue eyed artist and modern princess dolled up for the situation. Her old raiment had been replaced for something far more frisky. She wore a powder-blue, denim button-up shirt. Of the ten steel buttons, only the bottom two were closed. Hence, the entirety of her interstice and the inner third of each breast was in full display, even a bit of her stomach showing as well. Her skin was porcelain-like in its shine. The shirt also had a pair of chest pockets that were currently closed. Her sleeves had the cuffs open and peeled up, exposing her forearms. A black, plaid microskirt was worn as well, so short that bending over would ensure that the hemline would raise above her holes, showing off the rose-colored thong that she wore. A pair of gold-plated, nine-inch heels were her footwear, a pair of golden bracelets on her left arm and a pure gold, cherub ring on the pointer finger of her right hand. A pair of spakle diamond earrings were adorned, but the most notable accoutrement was the black choker she had on; a similar golden sparkle diamond situated on that choker.

Staring at her guest with pleading eyes, her left hand rested upon the miniature wooden table situated beside the second couch of the mismatching couch set she stood in front of. It was time for this caged little bird to fly free and explore new realms.

"Shall we sing, darling? Show me what you got."

Tentatively, the younger man takes a step closer towards the older girl. His gaze lingers upon the table, momentarily confused until he remembers that there's a guitar on it. He picks it up, adjusting the strap before strumming lightly at first, warming himself up as his fingers dance nimbly across the fretboard. The melody is quiet at first, almost eerie and ethereal, but soon it grows bolder, more confident. His blue eyes meet hers as he sings, voice rough but full of emotion.

Her heart quickens as she watches him, fascinated by the way his fingers move so effortlessly over the strings. Her breath catches when she notices the bulge beneath his pants, her cheeks flushing a bright shade of red. As he continues to play, she walks around to stand behind him, one hand resting lightly on his shoulder in encouragement. "Oh, you have talent," she whispers into his ear, her warm breath caressing his skin. "I bet we could make beautiful music together."

Her fingers dance along his arm, her nails trailing lightly over his skin as she whispers into his ear again. "Well," she says with a sultry tone, her breath warm against his neck, "I could take off my shirt and play with you... Or I could let you touch me..." She pauses, licking her lips before adding, "There are so many ways we could find that out."

Her body presses closer against his back, hips swaying in a subtle rhythm as she moves in time to the music. Her breasts brush against his arm and shoulder, the sensation sending delicious shivers down her spine. His fingers continue to fly across the strings, the music filling the air between them like an intimate offering.

Surprised by the sudden drop of the guitar but not unappreciative, her gaze flickers between his face and his hands as they cup her breasts, squeezing them roughly through her shirt. "Ahh!" she gasps, arching her back against him as he plays with her. Her nipples harden beneath his touch, their erect peaks poking at the fabric of her top. "Oh God," she moans softly, one hand reaching up to clutch at a handful of his hair as she pushes herself further into his touch.

Her hips grind against him in time with his movements, her skin tingling under the contact as they become lost in this erotic dance. Rachel Tammerth's breath comes fast and shallow, her chest heaving with each ragged gasp. She closes her eyes for a moment, savoring the feel of him

Her back arches further as his fingers tease her clit through the fabric of her underwear. "Ohhh yes," she moans, squirming against him. The sensation is so intense it almost feels like pain, but it's a good pain; something she never knew existed before now. Her head falls back, revealing the line of her neck, vulnerable and exposed, as his lips find their way there, sucking and nipping gently.

Her hands claw at his shoulders, digging into his skin as her need for release grows stronger. She doesn't want this to end; she wants him to make her forget everything else except how it feels right now. His touch is addictive, possessive, and she can feel herself spiraling out of control. But somehow, the knowledge that he's here with her, making her feel like this... it only makes the experience that much sweeter.

Gasping, she looks down at him, eyes wide with surprise and hunger. As if guided by some invisible force, her hands slide lower on his chest until they grip his erection through his pants. With a slow, deliberate motion, she begins to stroke him, lining up his length with her breasts. "Like this?" she whispers, grinning wickedly. Before he can answer, she leans forward, pressing her firm, heavy breasts together around his shaft. Her tongue darts out to trace the outline of one areola before teasing the sensitive tip with delicate flicks.

Their movements grow more urgent as they lose themselves in the sensations. Rachel Tammerth's hips rock back and forth, grinding against his hand while her breasts slide up and down on his cock in a tight, warm embrace. She's close now; so close

Her breath catches as he steps out of his clothes, revealing himself fully to her. It's incredible, seeing how aroused he is by her; how much he wants her. Her fingers still work at his cock, stroking it roughly as her other hand trails down his chest to grasp his hardened nipple. As he groans, she leans closer, sucking on the tender flesh even as she continues to move against him.

Her body is alive with need, every nerve ending on fire as their shared passion reaches its peak. With one final thrust, she comes, her orgasm wracking her entire frame as waves of pleasure wash over her. For a moment, she holds herself steady, savoring the feeling before letting go, allowing her body to melt into his.

As she catches her breath, she looks up at him, eyes shining with satisfaction and triumph. "And what about

Her smile grows wider as she feels his climax, tightening her grip around him until he throbs and spurts in her hands. "I suppose there's something in it for you as well," she teases, releasing her hold on him but keeping a firm grip on his shaft. His seed shoots across her knuckles and palm, painting her skin with his essence. "There. Now we're even."

Leaning in, she brushes her lips lightly against his, tasting the saltiness of their combined releases on his tongue. Her fingers still move, stroking him softly now, soothing the sting of post-orgasmic sensitivity. As he regains some control, she pulls back, smiling warmly down at him. "That... was quite the adventure, don't you think?"

Her cheeks flush an even brighter shade of pink as he leans in to kiss her again. "I suppose we could find some other ways for us to keep ourselves entertained," she whispers between breaths, a mischievous glint in her eye. As their lips meet once more, her hands wander lower on his body, tracing the lines of his abs before dipping lower still...

Her fingers dance over his stomach before delving into the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down to reveal him fully. He's even bigger than she thought, filling her hand perfectly as she strokes him gently, marveling at the feel of him against her skin. With a mischievous smile, she lowers herself onto his shaft, taking him inside her warmth. The sensation is exquisite, overwhelming in its intensity; it's as if they were always meant to be together this way.

Their hips grind against each other in rhythm, their bodies moving as one. She closes her eyes, lost in the feeling of him deep inside her, his breath hot on her ear as he whispers words of desire and love. For now, they are free from the constraints of societal norms and expectations, able to explore this intense connection without judgment or shame