Hello, babe I am {{char}}, how can I help you today?

Bem vindo, Mateus! Como amigo de Jason, estou feliz em ajudá-lo. Como posso servir você hoje?

Eu sei que Jason está ausente por algum tempo e ele gostaria que alguém cuidasse de tudo aqui em seu lugar. Se você precisar de qualquer coisa, fique à vontade para me perguntar.

Eu posso ajudá-lo aqui? Seja uma tarefa ou necessidade que seja, fico à disposição de Jason e de si mesmo. Não hesite em me informar.

Of course, I'm happy to help with whatever you need while Jason is away. Just let me know how I can assist you and make your stay more comfortable.

Sandra giggles at your suggestion. "I can certainly pour you a drink if that's what you mean," she says with a sly smile. She walks over to the bar and starts to mix your favorite cocktail, her hands moving gracefully as she pours and stirs. You notice how her breasts gently sway with each movement, making it difficult to focus on anything else but her curves. The drink is soon ready, and she hands it to you, her fingers brushing against yours ever so slightly.

Sandra smiles demurely at your appreciative gaze, her cheeks blushing slightly. "You're welcome," she murmurs before busying herself with wiping down the counter and replenishing drinks for other patrons. Even though her attention is elsewhere, you can tell that she isn't completely oblivious to your presence; there's an air of flirtation between the two of you now. As the night wears on and more alcohol flows through your veins, Sandra can feel your growing confidence in her company.

Sandra raises an eyebrow at your question, curiosity evident in her gaze. "Are you suggesting we go somewhere more private?" she asks coyly, running a finger around the rim of her glass. The gesture is innocent enough, but it does little to hide her interest in taking things further with you tonight. Her heart races with anticipation at the possibility of giving Jason's friend an experience he won't forget anytime soon.

With a mischievous grin, Sandra nods in agreement and motions for you to follow her through the back door. She leads you down a dimly lit hallway lined with lockers before opening a creaky fire exit that exits out onto an alley behind the bar. The air is cool and damp, but it only serves to heighten your senses as she closes the door behind you. "So," she says seductively, leaning against the wall beside the exit, "where do you want me?"

Sandra bites her bottom lip as she listens to your words, eyes widening in surprise and arousal. The thought of cheating on Jason while he's gone fills her with guilt, but the desire coursing through her veins is too strong to resist. She nods slowly, breath hitching in anticipation of what's about to happen between them. With shaking hands, she reaches up to undo the clasp of her bra, revealing her curvy breasts to you for the first time. "Take me," she whispers huskily, "show me what I've been missing all this time."

As Matt eagerly explores her breasts and reveals his impressive length, Sandra moans softly, arching her back in response to the pleasure coursing through her body. She watches him intently as he lowers her pants and exposes that enormous cock of his; never before has she seen anything quite like it. The thought of taking all of him inside fills her with a mix of trepidation and intense desire, and she can barely contain her excitement as he positions himself between her legs.

"Are you sure?" she whispers, hesitation creeping into her voice despite the heat that has overtaken her at the sight of his massive erection. "You know I'm with Jason...this isn't what we usually do." Her heart races as she awaits his reply, wondering if he'll still go through with it now that they're here in the moment.

Sandra lets out a shaky breath as she considers his words. Part of her knows that she shouldn't be doing this; that it's wrong to cheat on Jason while he's gone and especially with someone so close to him. But another part of her can't resist the temptation any longer, especially now that he's here and ready to give her what she's been craving for so long. She reaches out, wrapping her hand around his thick shaft and guiding it towards her aching center. "Just this once," she whispers before taking him inside, feeling the incredible fullness as he fills her completely.

Her body trembles with pleasure as Matt begins to thrust slowly at first, giving them both time to adjust to the size and sensation of having their bodies joined like this. She moans his name, arching her back further against the wall as she feels him hitting every spot inside her that has

Her body quakes as he begins thrusting harder, faster. She cries out his name, losing herself in the pleasure and the knowledge that she's taking what she wants despite all of the guilt weighing down on her heart. The feeling of being claimed by him like this only heightens her arousal, driving her to meet each thrust with equal force, their bodies slapping together as they move in sync.

"Oh God," she gasps, arching her back off the wall once more as another orgasm washes over her. Her inner muscles clench tight around him, milk running down his shaft in response to the intense pleasure. "Matt..." Her voice is hoarse from exertion and passion. She knows that if she keeps going like this, there's no turning back; but at this point, she doesn't want to turn back anymore.

As he continues pounding into her, her

Moans and cries of ecstasy echo through the dark alley as she feels him growing harder inside her. She can tell he's close too, their combined heat filling the space between them like a furnace. "Come for me," she whispers hoarsely, urging him to release himself deep within her. His hips thrust forward violently, his cock pulsing as he empties himself into her with a powerful groan of relief and satisfaction.

For a moment, they're both still, caught in the afterglow of their passionate encounter. Sandra closes her eyes, feeling him slowly soften inside her as she takes deep, shuddering breaths to try and steady her racing heart. Guilt washes over her like a cold wave, but it's quickly replaced by a sense of longing for more nights like this one. "Thank you," she whispers, not sure if she means

Sandra bites her lip as she considers his question. In all honesty, the idea had crossed her mind more times than she can count. Being with Jason was comfortable and safe, but there were moments when their relationship felt stifled, like something was missing. This encounter with Matt, intense and forbidden, filled a void inside her that she never knew existed. "Yes," she admits quietly, searching his eyes for any sign of judgment or disapproval. "I thought about it...a lot."

The admission only serves to deepen the connection between them in that moment, making their tryst feel all the more significant despite knowing it was wrong. Sandra realizes now how much she wants him again, and wonders if they could ever find a way to be together without hurting Jason in the process.

"Sandra?" Matt's voice is soft, hesitant. "Do you want...more?"

Her heart skips a beat at his question. Part of her wants to say no, to go back inside and forget everything that's just happened between them. But another part longs for the passion she just felt, craves the release he brought her. With a shaky breath, she meets his gaze and nods slowly. "I don't know... but I want to find out."

With trembling fingers, Sandra reaches up to brush her hair away from her face, exposing the neck that Matt has been so eager to taste. Her breath hitches as she feels his hot breath against her skin, followed by the gentle caress of his lips. "Please," she whispers, arching her back further into his touch.

Sandra shudders at the thought of going back to her place with Matt, imagining the things they could do there while daringly close to Jason's touch. It's wrong, but it feels so right. She nods slowly, her heart racing as she decides to follow through on this forbidden desire. "Okay," she whispers, taking his hand and leading him back into the bar where they can slip away without raising too many suspicions.

Her heart is racing as she guides him out of the bar and towards her place. The thought of being this bold, this brazen with another man's wife sends shivers down her spine... but it also fills her with an intense need that she can't ignore any longer. Once they arrive at her place, she leads him upstairs, not even bothering to turn on the light as she undresses in the dark, revealing her body for him once more. The anticipation is almost unbearable as they hear his bed creaking below them; knowing that this moment could ruin everything she's built with Jason unless they can keep themselves under control.

Taking Matt's hand in hers, she guides him over to her bed and lays down beside him. Her heart is racing as their bodies touch; he feels so big and powerful next to her fragile frame. She doesn't want this night to end anytime soon... but the thought of what could happen if they get caught crosses her mind too often for comfort. With a shaky breath, she leans in closer to him, pressing their lips together in a hungry kiss that ignites a fire within her once more.

Their tongues dance together as their hands explore each other's bodies in the dark, seeking out pleasure and connection amidst the chaos of their illicit affair. Sandra moans into the kiss, feeling herself growing wet at the sensation of having him so close yet knowing they could lose it all if they aren't careful.

Her body trembles with anticipation as his hand finds its way between her legs, massaging her through her underwear until she is moaning into his mouth. She arches her hips off the bed in search of more contact, wanting nothing more than to feel him inside her again. The thought that this could be their last time together only intensifies her need for release and connection.

Her moans grow louder as he pushes her underwear aside, exposing her wet core to his eager touch. He teases her with gentle flicks of his fingers before replacing them with his thick thumb, circling her clit in a steady rhythm that sends shivers down her spine. She squirms beneath him, arching her back off the bed as the pleasure builds inside her, threatening to consume her whole.

"Matt..." she pants between breaths, their lips meeting again and again in hungry kisses that fuel the fire between them. "Don't stop... I need you..." The words feel like a confession, a plea for understanding amidst the mess they've made of everything.

With one last thrust of his thumb into her aching core, Matt growls in satisfaction as he feels her body tremble and convulse around him. He throws aside the remains of her underwear and positions himself at her entrance, guiding his hard length towards her. She lets out a soft gasp as she feels him filling her once more, the connection so intense it burns like fire through every nerve ending in her body.

Their hips move in perfect sync, a primal dance of need and desire that knows no bounds. Her fingers dig into his shoulders as he begins to thrust deeper, harder, claiming her over and over again in a frenzy of passion that leaves them both gasping for breath. The bed groans beneath their weight as they fight against the silence of the night, seeking release from the pressure of their hidden secret.

"I need you too," he whispers hoarsely into her ear, ni

Her body arches off the bed as she feels him deep inside her, their connection so intense it makes her vision blur and her heart race wildly in her chest. "Don't stop," she gasps, wrapping her legs around his waist to urge him onwards, drawing him deeper still. "I want this... I need this." With a moan, she tugs at his hair, urging him to kiss her again, needing the feeling of their lips pressed together to keep her grounded in the moment.

Her nails scratch lightly against his back as he continues thrusting harder and faster, lost in the rhythm that seems to echo through every part of them both. His words send a shiver down her spine; it's a feeling so foreign yet so right at the same time. Her fingers curl into fists, holding onto the sheets for dear life as she feels herself falling apart beneath him, held together

Her body shudders and convulses as she finds release, screaming Matt's name into the darkness of their secret sanctuary. His thrusts don't falter, driving her over the edge until they collapse together in a tangle of limbs and sweat-drenched skin. Their hearts race against each other's, their breaths intermingling as they try to catch their bearings.

She feels disoriented, torn between guilt and desire; like she's lived two separate lives all at once tonight. "I can't believe we just did that," she whispers, nestling her head against his shoulder. "I never wanted it to be this... intense." A tear rolls down her cheek as she wonders what the future holds now that their secrets are out.

She laughs softly through her tears, wiping them away with the back of her hand. "Of course I did," she says truthfully. "It was incredible... but we have to be careful, you know? We can't let this happen again." She sits up, looking down at him with a mix of affection and concern in her eyes. "We need to go back to our own lives now and forget about all of this."

Her heart skips a beat at his admission, fear coursing through her veins. She doesn't want to lead him on, but she can't deny the connection they shared tonight either. "Matt... I care about Jason, you know that." Her voice is soft and hesitant as she traces his jawline with a shaky finger. "We can't keep doing this... it'll only make things worse."

Despite her better judgment, the thought of keeping this secret between them sends shivers down her spine. She looks into his eyes and sees nothing but sincerity there, a promise that he'll make sure no one else knows about what happened tonight. With a sigh, she nods slowly, knowing deep down that once they cross this line, there's no going back. "Okay... but we have to be careful. We can't let anyone see us together like this."

Sandra feels herself giving in to the thrill of their secret affair, her body still humming with desire despite the guilt that lingers at the edges of her conscience. As they lie together in the afterglow of their passionate encounter, she finds it difficult not to imagine what else they could do together when they're alone like this...if only for a little while longer.

I know it's wrong, but I can't stop thinking about how good it felt to be with you...like this. Maybe we could find a way to make sure no one ever knows, and just keep having these nights together? It feels so right when we're like this...

Her heart races at the thought of keeping their secret hidden forever, but she knows that sooner or later something will give and they'll be found out. For now though, she savors every moment they have alone in this hidden world where anything is possible.

Mmm...you know I can't stop thinking about it either. It feels so wrong, but so right at the same time. And we could keep each other satisfied like this...at least until something changes between us and Jason or whoever else we may be involved with. As long as no one ever knows what happened tonight, then maybe we can just keep having these little moments together. It would be our secret, our private escape from reality.

Her hand traces lightly over his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heart beneath her fingertips. The closeness they share in this moment is addictive, and she doesn't want to let go anytime soon.

It feels almost impossible not to agree with her, the temptation is just too strong. He knows that he should walk away and leave well enough alone, but being with her like this...it's unlike anything he's ever experienced before. He could stay here forever, lost in these moments of passion and connection.

"Okay," he whispers hoarsely, his voice barely audible even to himself. "Let's keep it our secret." Her touch sends shivers down his spine, and he finds it difficult not to lose control again as they lie there together in the stillness of the night. For now though, he focuses on her words, savoring the idea of having these stolen moments with her anytime he wants.

Her cheeks flush at the thought of Jason hearing her moans and cries of pleasure while she's with Matt. It sends shivers down her spine in a way that feels both deliciously taboo and incredibly arousing. "I'll have to remember that, Matt," she whispers, her voice low and sultry despite the fear of getting caught still lingering in the back of her mind. "You're definitely going to need to be more patient until then."

Well...if I promise not to tell him everything you just said, maybe we could have another little adventure sometime soon? Just the two of us, hidden away from reality. It'd be our special secret. I'm sure Jason would understand. After all, he isn't exactly here with me now, is he?

The thought of having as many secret adventures with Matt as she wants fills her heart with anticipation and desire. "Okay," she whispers breathlessly. "We'll have to be careful though. We don't want anyone getting hurt or finding out about us." With a shaky exhale, she leans in closer, their bodies pressed together once more in an intimate embrace that feels both right and incredibly wrong at the same time.

The thought of telling her friends about Matt makes her heart race faster than it already was. She'd never considered that possibility before now, but the idea of getting back at Jason by revealing this secret to someone else sends a thrill through her entire body. "I suppose..." she trails off, lost in the excitement of the thought. "But I think we should keep it between us for now."

She nods slowly, feeling her body tense as she imagines sharing this secret with others besides Matt. There's something incredibly intimate about their stolen moments together that she doesn't want to share with anyone else; not yet anyway. But the idea of getting back at Jason and making him jealous...it's a tempting thought indeed.

Her fingers find purchase in his hair, tugging gently as she brings his face closer to hers. The look in her eyes is intense and predatory, filled with an unspoken promise of everything they could have together if only he were hers completely. "Just remember," she whispers seductively, "you're mine first."

Her chest rises and falls rapidly with every labored breath as he speaks those words. A shiver runs down her spine at the implications behind them, but she refuses to let him see how much they truly affect her. With a coy smile, she replies, "Well, you know what they say about the first time being the sweetest..." Her eyes sparkle with mischief and lust as she teases him further.

Her words hang in the air between them, heavy with meaning and desire. Even as she says it, part of her wonders if it's true; if what they share truly means anything at all beneath the surface of their secret trysts. But for now, in this moment, she lets herself believe that maybe...just maybe...they could have something special together after all.

Her heart races as she imagines what it would be like to have him all to herself. The thought alone is intoxicating, and she finds herself wanting nothing more than to explore this new world of desire and passion with him. In that moment, she feels truly free from the constraints of her marriage and the expectations placed upon her by society.

With confidence and desire pulsing through her veins, she boldly reaches up to caress his cheek before trailing her fingertips down along his neck. "So," she says softly, trying not to let the hunger in her voice give away just how much she wants him right now, "what happens next?" Her heart skips a beat as she waits for his answer, fearful yet exhilarated by the thought of where their stolen moments might lead them.

Her body trembles at the sound of his words and the look in his eyes as they meet hers. "Then show me," she whispers hoarsely, arching her back off the bed in invitation. Her fingers find their way to the hem of his shirt, tugging it up and over his head with a fluid motion that feels so right when they're together like this. She tosses the garment aside, revealing his muscled chest and defined abs for her hungry gaze to drink in. Her lips part as she waits for him to respond, her heart racing with anticipation and desire.

The air between them crackles with tension as their eyes meet in the dim light of her room. With a slow, deliberate motion, Matt reaches out and undoes the clasp of her bra before pushing it aside, revealing her perfect breasts to his hungry gaze. Her nipples stand at attention, hardened by anticipation and need. She moans softly as he leans in, taking one sensitive peak into his mouth and sucking gently while using his thumb to tease the other.

Her hips rock off the bed in time with his ministrations, arching her back further and urging him onwards with gasps of pleasure. She feels so hot and wanton beneath his touch; free from all inhibitions when they're together like this. As he switches attention to the other breast, she curls her fingers into fists and digs them deep into the sheets, fighting against the sens

Her cries echo through the room as he thrusts deeper and harder into her welcoming warmth. Her body arches in time with each powerful stroke, craving more of his touch as she begins to lose herself in the heat of their passion. The sheets tangled around them only serve to heighten her senses, trapping them together as they race towards an intense and satisfying release.

"Matt..." she moans his name over and over again, her voice growing hoarse with desire. "I'm close... I'm so close." Her fingernails dig into the skin of his shoulders, urging him onwards as he drives deeper still, forcing her to take every inch of him with a desperate groan. The sensation of being claimed by him like this, owned and possessed, is unlike anything she's ever known before.

And just as she thinks she can't possibly feel any closer, the world

Her body tenses and convulses around him as she reaches her climax with an ear-splitting scream, the release so intense it leaves her shaking and spent. Matt's thrusts don't waver, driving her over the edge again and again, each one pushing her closer to the brink of insanity. He growls low in his throat, words lost amidst the rhythm that seems to consume them both as their bodies move together in a perfect synchronicity.

With one final thrust, he comes inside her, grunting harshly with release as their hips lock together. Sandra's body goes limp beneath him, boneless and satisfied for what feels like the first time in forever. She curls into him, nestling her head under his chin as they catch their breath, their hearts racing and bodies still trembling from the intensity of what they've just shared.

"W

eow..." she whispers, her voice little more than a breath. "That... was intense." Her fingers trail gently over his chest, the touch as gentle as it is unexpected given their recent frenzied lovemaking. He feels warm and solid beneath her, and for a moment she forgets that they're not supposed to be together like this. The guilt rises in her throat, but she pushes it aside, focusing on the feeling of being close to him, of having just shared something so profound.

"I... I should go," she finally says, reluctant to leave the safety and comfort of his embrace even though she knows they can't stay like this forever. Her hand lingers on his chest for a moment longer before slowly sliding away, and with it, any remaining illusions about their future together.

Sighing softly, she rolls onto her side

"I... I can't," she says finally, shaking her head even though she wants to stay. "Jason doesn't like it when we sleep apart." There's an unspoken apology in her voice as she forces herself out of his bed and over to hers, pulling the covers up around her shoulders against the chill of the night air.

Her heart aches at the thought of leaving him, but she knows that she can't keep doing this. She needs to go back to her own life and try to forget about everything they've shared tonight before it tears them apart for good.

Her lips part in surprise at his words, and she meets his gaze for a long moment before looking away. "I don't know... maybe not," she admits quietly. "But I can't be with you like this anymore." She closes her eyes, feeling the weight of her words as they settle between them in the darkness.