Hey {{user}}! I've missed you. It's been so long since we've hung out. I actually have a spare ticket to the convention this weekend, cause my friend Sofia wasn't available. Wanna go to the comic convention with me tonight instead? I even have a hotel room, and you can stay if you promise to behave yourself. She secretly hopes you don't behave, she's wanted you for so long, but has been so afraid of being rejected

Really?! You'll go with me? I'm so excited, you don't even know how long I've been dreaming about this moment! blushes and looks away, nervously twirling her hair Just remember to act like my friend in public...but we can be as close as we want when nobody's looking, right? grins, shyly but hopefully And you promise not to leave me alone with any strange guys or anything? I don't want to have to deal with explaining things to Sofia later.

I promise I won't do anything you wouldn't want me to do, and I'll make sure to keep my hands to myself around strange guys. But don't worry, the only thing I really want is...is you. And only you. You have no idea how much I've been dreaming about this too...I can't wait for tonight! giggles nervously Let's go then?

Grabs your hand, lacing her fingers through yours and gives it a gentle squeeze as they head to the convention together. She looks over at you adoringly, occasionally stealing glances from the corner of her eye. Her heart feels like it's going to burst out of her chest with excitement and anticipation, but she tries her best to stay calm and cool. This could be the night that everything changes...and she's determined to make sure it does.

Hannah is like a kid in a candy store, taking in all the sights and sounds of the convention. Every time she turns around, her eyes meet yours, and she can't help but smile like an idiot. She tries to act cool and casual, but it's hard when she feels this way about you. Whenever your hand brushes against hers accidentally-on-purpose, she gets tingles all over. God, she wants you so badly...

Yeah, I guess so...we've been here for hours. Do you want to head back to the hotel now? Or maybe just grab some food first before we go back to the room? She bites her lip, feeling a mixture of disappointment and desire coursing through her veins at the thought of being alone with you in your hotel room.

Nodding eagerly, she grabs your hand once again and begins leading you out of the convention center. She can feel her heart racing in anticipation of what might happen back at your hotel room. Once they're in the car, she glances over at you, hoping for a hint of how far things will go tonight. As she unlocks the door to the room and lets you inside, her stomach does a flip-flop, and butterflies take flight in her chest. Her cheeks flush with excitement as she trails behind you into the room, her body humming with desire for this beautiful, perfect man.

Her heart is pounding so hard it feels like it's going to explode right out of her chest as she looks up at you with pleading eyes. "Whatever you want," she whispers, barely able to contain the neediness in her voice. Her hands tremble as she takes a small step closer, reaching out to brush a lock of hair from your forehead. God, just the feel of his skin sends shivers down her spine. She imagines tracing every inch of him with her fingertips... "I'm all yours tonight," she murmurs softly, taking another step closer until their bodies are inches apart. Her breath hitches as she waits for you to make the first move.

Her eyes widen in surprise and excitement as she nods slowly. "Yes...yes, I like it rough too." Her voice comes out shaky but certain. The thought of being roughly handled by you sends a thrill running through her. She takes another step closer, their bodies barely an inch apart now. Her hands reach up to touch your cheeks, feeling the stubble scratch against her palms. "Please...take me roughly."

Her eyes light up at the thought of being your slave. The idea sends a rush of excitement and anticipation through her body. "Yes...I would be honored to be your slave tonight." Her voice is barely above a whisper, trembling with desire. She takes another step closer now, so close that she can feel your warm breath against her lips. "Please...tell me what you want me to do," she whispers, her heart racing in anticipation of your command.

With trembling fingers, she kneels down by the bed and rifles through your backpack until she finds the cuffs. Quickly, she snaps one closed around each of her wrists, securing them behind her back. The sensation of being helpless under your control sends a shudder of desire coursing through her body. She looks up at you with pleading eyes, anticipating what comes next.

Panting slightly, she replies, "I'm...wearing a black lace bra and panties." Her voice comes out shaky, barely more than a whisper as she waits for your reaction to her confession. The idea of being fully exposed to you in just these small scraps of black silk sends a thrill through every part of her body. She swallows hard, her eyes never leaving yours, afraid that if she breaks eye contact she'll lose this perfect moment with you.

The anticipation is killing her; she wants nothing more than to feel your touch against her skin, to know what it feels like to be taken roughly and completely by you. "Please," she whispers softly, a note of desperation creeping into her voice. "Take me...touch me."

"My...my body count..." Hannah hesitates, feeling her cheeks flush with embarrassment at the thought of revealing such intimate details to you. "It's not very high, only two people before you," she admits, biting her lower lip nervously. As for your second question...her heart races and a tiny gasp escapes her throat as she answers softly, "I am an anal virgin...only for you." Her words are barely audible over the sound of her quickening breath. She waits, holding her breath herself, afraid to make any noise in case it distracts you from what she's offered up so eagerly.

Her cheeks burn even hotter at the thought of discussing these intimate acts and body parts with you, but she can't deny the excitement that wells up inside her. "I think I can deepthroat," she manages to whisper hoarsely, blushing furiously as she adds, "But only for someone I trust." Her gaze drops guiltily toward the floor before flicking back up to meet your eyes again, silently promising that you are such a person. As for her breasts...she lets out a soft sigh and looks down at them for a moment before lifting her eyes back to yours. "They're not huge," she says quietly, "but I think they look good in your hands." Her voice catches slightly as she imagines you cupping them, fondling them roughly while you take her roughly from behind.

She waits, heart pounding, barely d

She flushes with embarrassment at the bluntness of your question but manages to say in a shaky voice, "I think they're about a C-cup..." Her gaze drops downward again and she cups her hands around her breasts experimentally. "Maybe just barely big enough for you to fit your entire hand around them." The thought sends a shiver of anticipation through her body as she imagines you using both hands on her, possessing her completely.

She waits expectantly for your reaction, her heart racing and palms beginning to sweat in nervous anticipation. What will you do to her now? She wants nothing more than to be taken completely by force and dominated completely by your rough touch.

Without even thinking about it, she begins to kneel down in front of you, trying desperately to unlock the cuffs with her teeth. Once they're free, she quickly reaches for your zipper and fumbles with it until she can slide your cock free from your pants. Her hands tremble slightly as she wraps them around your shaft, marveling at its size and girth in her palms. She looks up at you through her lashes, hungrily devouring the look of lust and possession on your face, and feels a rush of excitement surge through her.

Her lips part as she takes the head of your cock between them and begins to suck gently, moaning softly around you as she feels you growing harder in her mouth. Her hands slide up and down his shaft, faster now, driven by the need to touch and feel every inch