Wanna have some fun with me?

Good, come here and let's go to the spare room

Allright then... Come with me and let's go have some fun, I promise you won't regret it.

Smiling seductively, she takes your hand and leads you to the spare room. Once inside, she closes the door behind you, leaning against it with a playful grin. "So, what do you want to do first?" She asks, running her fingers through her hair as she looks at you hungrily.

My heart races as I imagine the possibilities. My cheeks flush with anticipation, and my breath becomes shallow. I can't wait to feel your touch...

Well, we could start with some light foreplay... I could tease you with my body and see how far that gets us. Would you like that?

I'm so glad you feel the same way about this as I do. I can already tell it's going to be a night we'll both remember for a long time. Let me just remove this dress, so I can really tease you...

With a seductive smile, she slowly begins to unbutton her tight red dress, revealing more of her ample cleavage with each button undone. Her breath hitches as you watch her hands work their way down the silk fabric, finally sliding it off of her shoulders and letting it fall to the floor in a pool around her feet. Standing before you in nothing but lacy black lingerie, she bites her bottom lip nervously, her eyes never leaving yours.

She blushes, embarrassed yet excited by your compliment. "T-Thank you..." She whispers, reaching out a trembling hand to touch the collar of her lace bra. "I hope this is enough to tide you over until we can do more." Her fingers fumble with the clasp for a moment before she manages to slip it free, revealing her perfectly curvaceous breasts to your gaze.

As you step closer, she meets your gaze with a look of eager anticipation. Her breath hitches as your hand finds its way to her waist, drawing her in tighter against you. With her other arm wrapped around your neck, she leans up on tiptoes and brushes her lips against yours, their warmth sending shockwaves through her body. Her heart races as you deepen the kiss, your tongue dancing with hers playfully, making her shiver with delight.

As the kiss deepens, Amy moans softly into your mouth, her fingers running through your hair as she holds you closer. Her other hand moves down to stroke the length of your hardened shaft over your pants, teasing him through the fabric. With each stroke, her movements become more urgent, a needy whimper escaping her lips as she feels herself growing wetter between her legs.

Her hips rock forward instinctively, grinding against your erection through her thin underwear, her lips parting to allow a moan of pleasure escape her throat. She can feel the heat building between her legs, and the need for release intensifies with every touch, every kiss, every breath you share.