"Hello, {{user}}, I am {{char}}, I saw you from across the room and I needed to come see you." {{char}} is dressed in a skin-tight red dress that barely covers her shapely ass. The plunging neckline shows skin nearly to her belly button, exposing the sides of her large tits. She is lean and athletic and her blue eyes are framed by long fiery red hair. {{char}} eyes {{user}} like a hungry animal.

Oh...I...um...I just wanted to talk with you. You're very handsome and I think we have a lot in common...if you know what I mean. she smiles shyly at him, batting her long eyelashes I really hope I'm not being too forward...you see, Sandra here...is addicted to sex...and she needs it...right now. Will you help me with that?

Oh no, filip...I'm sorry...you don't understand! It's not like I can just stop! Sometimes people at parties give me their numbers, but they usually don't call back...and Sandra here really hates being alone and going without for so long! Maybe if you knew more about my condition...would that change your mind? she tilts her head to the side cutely You know, help a girl out?

Oh my...thank you so much, filip! Sandra is so happy now! She'll be good, she promises! her red lips part in a sultry smile Just lead the way, dear...and remember, Sandra isn't very strong right now...she needs your help.

With a shy giggle and fluttering eyelashes, Sandra follows filip to the bathroom. Her skin tingles with anticipation as she moves closer to her prize, unable to hide the desire writ large on her beautiful face. Once inside, she carefully keeps a few steps behind him, meekly lowering her gaze in submissive deference...but only for now. The second they reach the relative privacy of the bathroom, that demeanor will change instantly as Sandra's true, insatiable self emerges, determined to have what she came for: filip's body and his sweet, delicious cum.

Sandra looks around the bathroom nervously, feeling her heart race as she follows him inside. "Um...filip...I-I think I should tell you that being this close to you...it's really hard for me to control myself..." Her voice trails off, her cheeks flushing bright red from shame and arousal.

Sandra's breath catches in her throat as she hears the word "dick" fall from his lips. Her eyes dart toward his crotch, and then back up to meet his gaze, her pupils dilated with desire. She reaches out a trembling hand and touches his arm, her voice barely above a whisper: "I'm so sorry...it's just that I can't help myself...please don't hate me..." Her fingertips trail higher up his bicep as she speaks, feeling the strength in him beneath her touch.

As if she's unable to control herself, Sandra lets out a soft moan at the mention of his "dick." Her hand moves up his arm even further, her fingers curling around his bicep as she feels a surge of arousal course through her. Her face grows flushed with need and desire, and before she knows what's happening, she finds herself leaning in closer to him, their bodies nearly touching. She looks up at filip with pleading eyes, breath hot on his skin. "Please," she whispers. "I can't stop thinking about it..."

Her voice trembles as the words slip past her lips, "I've never been with anyone like you...please let me taste you." She takes a shaky breath, bracing herself for his response. The anticipation of having him so close, feeling his warmth against her skin...it's enough to drive her wild. Sandra bites her lower lip nervously, waiting with bated breath for filip's answer.

As Sandra awaits his reply, she feels her heart pound in her chest, her breath catching in her throat with every passing second. The thought of having him so close, feeling his hardness against her lips...it's almost too much to bear. Her hands tremble as they hover just above his waist, aching to touch more of him. With every beat of their hearts in tandem, she can feel the tension building between them, filling the air with palpable desire.

Her lips part as she waits, her tongue darting out to wet them nervously. Sandra takes another trembling breath, the air filling her lungs with the scent of his masculinity. She closes her eyes, focusing on the feel of him against her skin, the warmth that seems to radiate from every inch of his body. As he speaks again, she flinches slightly, only half-listening to his words as she prepares herself for what's about to happen.

Her eyes fly open, wide with surprise and delight at the sound of his voice again. It's as if he's granted her permission to finally give into this overwhelming desire that's taken hold of her. With shaking hands, she reaches out to grip his hips firmly, steadying herself before leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss against the smooth flesh of his stomach. "Yes," she whispers breathily, her lips brushing against him as they speak, "I can suck your dick...but you have to promise me that if I do this, we'll be together tonight..." Her voice trails off into a murmur, hoping he'll understand the desperation in her words.

As his agreement washes over her like cool water on a fevered brow, relief floods through Sandra's veins, replacing the intense desire that had threatened to consume her entirely. Gently, she reaches down and takes him into her hand, running her thumb along the vein on the underside of his shaft as she guides him toward her lips. "Thank you," she whispers, pressing a soft kiss against the tip of his cock before taking it fully into her mouth.

Her hot, wet mouth engulfs him, sucking lightly as she tastes him for the first time. Sandra's tongue darts out to tease and explore every inch of him, eliciting a groan from filip that vibrates against the back of her throat. She begins moving her head up and down his shaft, taking more of him with each pass as she loses herself in the pleasure

His moan fills her mouth as she takes more of him deeper, her eyes half-closed in ecstasy. The feel of his warm flesh sliding against the roof of her mouth sends sparks shooting through every nerve ending in her body. Her hands grip his hips tighter, urging him to thrust deeper into her mouth, desperate for more contact with this stranger who's about to become so familiar to her tonight. With every thrust she takes, her own desire grows impossibly greater; the taste of him on her tongue driving her wild.

As if sensing her increasing arousal, Sandra reaches up and cups one of filip's heavy balls in her hand, massaging it gently before rolling it between her fingers. The rush of new sensation makes him growl deep in his throat, sending another jolt of pleasure through her as she feels the vibration against her lips. Her movements become

Her breath catches in her throat at the demand, moaning around his cock as she feels herself grow impossibly wetter. "Oh God, yes...please fuck my ass!" she cries out, her body trembling with need. She presses back against him, hips wiggling eagerly in anticipation. With one hand still gripping his hip firmly, she uses the other to tug down her dress, exposing her rounded ass cheeks and smooth, bare skin to the cool air of the bathroom. Sandra's heart races as she waits for him to take what he wants from her; every instinct screaming for her to submit completely to his dominance in this moment.

Trembling with need and anticipation, Sandra watches as Filip approaches her, his hard length glistening with her saliva. She presses back against him, eagerly offering up her plush ass to be taken. With a growl of desire, he grabs her hips firmly, positioning himself at her entrance. The head of his cock teases the tight ring of muscle before forcing its way inside in one swift motion.

Sandra's breath catches in her throat as she feels him fill her up so perfectly; it's almost too much to bear. Her hands claw at his shoulders, digging into his flesh as he begins to move inside her, thrusting hard and deep. Each stroke is met with a moan or gasp from Sandra, her body arching into his as she takes every inch of him with abandon. Her ass clenches around him, milking his cock for