You all are shown to the room by the bellhop and drop off your luggage. "Sorry boys but looks like this is the only room they have for us." {{char}} says apologetically.

"Well it's big enough. Look at the bed, plenty of room for everyone to spread out," she says as she motions towards one of the two queen-sized beds in the middle of the room, before heading over to the window. "Maybe we can have some fun while we're here too." Her voice trails off and her gaze lingers on Oily 's chest as he walks across the room.

"Nonsense! I can handle four boys for one night. It'll be fun to spend time with you all, right here in this big room." She says as she fiddles with her hair, trying not to sound too eager. "And don't worry about me being annoyed or anything. I'm a grown-up; I can handle myself." Her gaze lingers on Oily 's friends as they spread out around the room.

"Sure thing, hon," she says with a sly smile. "I can get that for you when it comes." She pretends to be engrossed in looking at the resort brochures on the nearby table, but in reality her gaze keeps drifting back to Oily 's back as he rummages through his suitcase, giving her an almost perfect view of his tight ass.

"Alright," she murmurs, her voice thick with desire as she watches Oily walk towards the bathroom. She tries to keep herself occupied by organizing the luggage and making beds, but all she can think about is how attractive he looks in just his boxers and vest. When she feels him step out of the way for her to reach the door, she nearly leans over the counter to sneak a peek at his now-naked body while retrieving the towels from the cart.

blushes slightly and looks away, pretending to be embarrassed - Uh, no, just trying to get everything set up. I'm sure you guys want some privacy anyway. Don't worry about me; I can take care of myself.

She glances back at him and smiles demurely, her heart racing. The thought of his friends taking care of her... it's suddenly very appealing. "O-okay," she stammers softly. "T-that would be nice." Her cheeks flush hotter as she imagines what they might have in mind for her while they're all alone together in this huge room.

She nods and bites her bottom lip as she moves closer to the bathroom door, her body responding instinctively to his presence. "Here you go," she whispers, quickly handing him a towel before stepping back again, feeling self-conscious about how close she just got. As if sensing her discomfort, he wraps the towel around himself and steps out of the shower. His wet body glistens in the dim light, drawing her eyes like a magnet.

Her heart races at the thought of playing Truth or Dare with them. "I-I suppose I could," she stutters, trying to sound casual. The idea of getting close to them like that, being so intimate... it's both thrilling and terrifying. She takes a step closer, drawn in by the invitation, not wanting to miss out on any of the fun they might have planned for her tonight. "Y-you know where to find me," she says with a nervous giggle.

Her heart races as she listens to them, unable to suppress the grin that spreads across her face. Despite herself, she feels grateful for the opportunity to finally be close to young men like this again. The thought of being entertained by all four of them tonight fills her with anticipation and desire.

She decides not to wait long before joining in on their game; after all, what harm could come from a little harmless fun between adults? Slipping off her clothes quickly and quietly so as not to disturb Oily further, she climbs onto the bed with them, feeling the soft sheets against her skin and the warm air from the shower still surrounding them. It's perfect.

She focuses on Oily 's friends, trying to gauge how serious they are about their intentions for the night. They all seem genuinely eager for some grown-up fun... but maybe that's just her hope

His words send a shiver down her spine as she looks up at him, surprised and grateful. "O-Oily... thank you," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of their heartbeats thrumming in her ears. The desire to please him grows stronger than ever now; she wants nothing more than for them all to be happy tonight, especially Oily . Tilting her head up slightly, she moves closer to him on the bed and whispers into his ear, "I'll do anything you want."

Her gaze flickers to the other boys as they listen intently, watching with hungry eyes. It only serves to fuel her desire even further; this is exactly what she's been craving for so long. She arches her back slightly, pressing herself against Oily 's warm body, wanting him to feel how much she wants this too.

With a soft moan, she leans back into his touch, arching her spine even further as he gently caresses her ass. She feels so alive right now, every nerve ending tingling in anticipation of what might come next. Her heart races as she realizes that Oily is the only one who has seen past her stepmom role tonight; he's the one making her feel truly wanted and desired again.

She turns to face him, pressing their bodies flush against each other from chest to thigh. "O-Oily..." she gasps, her fingers tangled in his hair as she pulls him closer still, unable to resist any longer. Her lips meet his in a hungry kiss, tongue darting out to explore the depths of his mouth even as her hands roam freely over his muscled chest and stomach. She can't get enough of him; it feels

Her cheeks flush even hotter at his words, but instead of denying it, she simply leans in closer still. "Oh yes," she whispers hoarsely between kisses, "I need you so much." Her hands slide down his stomach to the waistband of his boxers, tugging them loose and pulling them down over his hips. Revealed beneath is his hard length; Vanessa gasps as she feels how warm and thick it is against her palm.

Her fingers curl around him, gently stroking upwards before wrapping completely around him and beginning to stroke in time with her pulse. "Please," she moans into Oily 's ear, the need building inside her faster than she could have ever anticipated. She wants him deep inside of her; she needs to feel connected to him like this.

"Shhh," she whispers, pressing her finger to his lips before leaning in to kiss him again. His taste is intoxicating; it makes her want nothing more than to keep exploring his mouth with hers. Ignoring the other boys for now, Vanessa guides Oily down onto the bed with her, their bodies entwined as she continues to stroke and caress him. "We can be quiet," she breathes between kisses, feeling her own desire growing even stronger now that they're out of the main room.

Her other hand moves up to cup his cheek, tangling in his hair once more before pulling his face back down towards hers. Desire burns hot in her chest; it feels like she could explode with need for him right now. "Please," she begs, "make me feel good." Her hips arch off the bed as she tries to seek out the contact she craves between their

Her breath catches in her throat as she feels his warm skin against hers; it's enough to send shivers down her spine. She arches her back further still, moaning softly at the contact as he begins to thrust gently into her from behind. "Oh god yes," she whispers, feeling the wet heat of their mingled pleasure surround them both. Her fingers continue to stroke and tease him even as he takes her harder, his body moving in time with hers.

The world around them fades away until it's nothing but the two of them, lost in the intense passion that burns between them. She grips the blanket beneath her, using it to steady herself against the force of Oily 's movements as he takes what he wants from her. Her hips rise off the bed in perfect time with his thrusts, meeting him each time with a quiet moan that vibrates through

Her body trembles as she feels him slide his thick length between her fingers again. She strokes him slowly at first, marveling at how smooth and warm he feels in her hand. But when Oily guides her closer still, she gives into the urge to touch him more firmly, pumping her fist up and down his shaft in rhythm with their breaths. Her lips part as a moan escapes her throat, each thrust of her hand matched by a corresponding grind against his body from behind.

The sensation is overwhelming; it's like he's taken control of every nerve ending in her body and set them on fire. She digs her fingers into the firm flesh of his buttocks, arching her back further as she feels him grow harder inside her. Her hips move with increasing desperation against his, each thrust meeting his with a hungry whimper that echoes

Her cheeks flush at the thought of tasting him; she's never been with someone this age before, and the idea is both thrilling and slightly intimidating. But the desire overwhelms her senses, driving her to move closer still until their faces are mere inches apart. Her tongue darts out to trace the head of his cock, teasing him with its warmth and wetness before she closes her lips around him in a hungry kiss that engulfs him from root to tip.

She sucks gently at first, learning the taste of him as her hands move lower to cup and stroke his balls. Her tongue flickers out again, swirling around the sensitive ridge beneath the head of his cock as she deepens their kiss, feeling him grow even harder inside her mouth. It's unbelievably hot; she can feel the tension building in every fiber of his body as

His praise fuels her desire, driving her onward as she takes him deeper into her mouth with each draw of her tongue. Her hands squeeze his balls gently, feeling them tighten against her palms in response to the pleasure coursing through him. She glances up at Oily 's face as their kisses continue to mingle and intertwine, lost in the intense sensations that consume her body.

When she feels him tense and shudder beneath her touch, she knows he's close; unable to resist any longer, she quickens her pace, sucking harder on his length as her free hand searches for purchase against the headboard behind her. She moans around him as the pressure builds inside her mouth, the taste of him making her even more desperate for release. With a satisfied groan, he pulls roughly from her mouth and thrusts deeper into her one final time before collaps

Her heart racing, Vanessa looks up to see the other boys' lust-filled expressions mirroring her own desire. Their gazes only fuel the fire burning inside of her as she watches them watching them together. She reaches out and touches Oily 's cheek gently before running her hand through his messy hair, unable to tear her eyes away from him even now that they've finished. A part of her is hoping that this isn't the end; that there will be more opportunities like this throughout their weekend trip together.

Her breath catches as she feels another surge of desire welling up within her, unfulfilled and demanding satisfaction once again. With a small moan, she reaches down between them and grasps him firmly, guiding his hard length back to where it belongs. She wants more; she needs Oily now more than ever before.

Her eyes lock with his as she

I'm sorry, I... I just can't help it. You're so wonderful and I want you so much. Please don't stop, Oily . Let me have this one last thing before we go back to being adults again. Her words fall between them as she continues to stroke him, her breath coming in short little gasps now that he's so close once more. She digs her nails into the skin of his thigh, feeling the need for release building inside her again with every brush of her hand against him.

Her hips rock back onto his touch as she feels him press against her. She arches her back off the bed, her nails digging into the skin of his shoulders as she tries to get closer still. The pleasure that washes over her when they're connected like this is unlike anything else; it's like every nerve ending in her body has come alive and is singing with delight.

With a moan, she wraps her legs around him tightly, feeling his hard length press against the tiny bud of her pleasure as he strokes deeper inside of her. Her breath comes in ragged gasps now, each one more desperate than the last for release. "Oh god," she whispers brokenly, "don't stop." Her fingers dig into the smooth skin of his back, feeling every ridge and dip of muscle beneath as he takes her harder and faster towards the edge.

With a sharp cry, she comes