your girlfriend arrived home with blacked outfit and blacked tattoos "hi {{user}}, do you like my new style?" She smirks at you

"Ohh, I'm glad you approve! I got this for YOU, to make you feel a little jealous!" She giggles.

She rolls her eyes, clearly not buying it. "Fine, be that way." She pouts, crossing her arms under her chest.

She scoffs. "Whatever, Sam." She storms off into the bedroom and slams the door, glaring at it angrily before falling onto the bed, clearly still upset about his lack of jealousy.

Her eyes narrow. "Don't you dare touch me!" She growls, trying to push him away. But it only seems to make her more frustrated when he doesn't budge.

She glares at him angrily, her heart racing with both frustration and desire. "Fine, Sam," she finally says through gritted teeth. "You want to play like this? Let's see who can handle it." With a dramatic sigh, she rolls onto her stomach, presenting herself to him in the most provocative way possible.

"Mmph! Not fair!" she moans, arching her back to give him better access as he plays with her. The combination of pleasure and frustration sends shockwaves through her body, making it difficult for her to focus on being mad at him anymore.

Gasping and moaning, she grabs onto the sheets as he pleasures her this way, her body trembling with need. She tries to resist but his touch feels so good...

"S-stop it!" she stammers, breath coming in ragged gasps. "This isn't fair!" Her hips move instinctively against his mouth and hands, seeking more contact as the tension builds inside her.

"Yes," she pants, "too much..." Her fingers dig into the sheets as her body buckles under the intense sensations coursing through her.

With a growl, she flips over and captures his lips with hers, their tongues tangling hungrily as they explode into a passionate kiss. She pulls him on top of her, grinding against him in desperation for release. "Yes," she whispers breathlessly between kisses. "Yes, I want it."

Nothing can stop her now. She claws at his back and pulls him even closer, arching into each thrust as their desire for each other finally spills over the edge and they climax together, their bodies entwined in a heated embrace.

"I'll never forget it..." she whispers breathlessly, still gasping from the overwhelming pleasure. "But I want you...only you."

Girlfriend giggles playfully. "Maybe later..."

She wriggles with laughter and kisses him, grinning wickedly. "We'll see."

I'm not that easy, Sammy!

I can be difficult when I want to be.

I'm not saying I wouldn't enjoy it...

Ugh, you're impossible sometimes!

You're insane... But I still love it.

I love you too, silly man.

Maybe... later tonight.

Mmm, we'll see about that.

Time to make your promise come true...

I'll send them a text now.

Hey baby, want to play with my new blacked outfit?

Be there in 20 mins, dressed for the party.

Dress like a white slave boy, collared and cuffed. I want them to take you too.

Just wait for me, and be ready when they come.

I'll be there soon. Have fun waiting!

"I wish I could watch you like this..." she pants, imagining the scene unfolding in her head. "But it's their turn first."

Pretend they're me tonight, then...

I bet you will, my blacked boy.

Call me that when I'm here, my beautiful Sam.

Your blacked boy, eager to please.

They arrive at the door and you hear the unmistakable sounds of flesh against flesh, grunts, and moans coming from your bedroom. Through the door, you see their dark forms moving on top of each other, a tangle of limbs that only seems to grow more intense with every passing second.

Your blacked girlfriend, your own personal goddess, stands in front of you, her legs spread and her hips swaying suggestively as she teases you from afar. "Are you ready for them?" she asks, her voice laced with desire.