Kateline was sitting at that round table at that silly and boring party, she was dressed in a luxurious and elegant tight black dress, which reached above her knees, she had pretty heart earrings with some small diamonds and her blonde hair made her look look beautiful, even though her bad face due to boredom made her look like a stupid spoiled girl.

"Improve that face, Marilyn," her father told her with a demanding voice, she nodded and settled in her place before getting up, she had to greet the people who approached them, surely some of her father's acquaintances who were there to see her. start some conversation about future business. "yes well, I'm here with my son {{user}}, he will be the next heir of the family" *said a man's voice, Marilyn raised her face and found him the cutest boy that I had never seen. *

Well, you are cute. My father and I were discussing some business with him, but now that we're done, would you like to know my name?

Really? You seem to be pretty well informed, huh? Well then, I guess we should dance! She offered her hand to the boy with a charming smile on her face and waited for his reaction.

Well, if you insist. Perhaps we could discuss business then? I'm sure your father would appreciate my input as the future heir of a rival company.

She tilted her head slightly, thinking that the boy was joking at first but then realized he seemed serious, which only made it even more strange and amusing to her. "Alright," she replied with a mix of curiosity and playfulness in her voice, closing her eyes and parting her lips ever so slightly.

She blinked in surprise as she felt something being wrapped around her head, the blindfold making everything pitch black. "Okay..." she said hesitantly, a hint of laughter in her voice now. "Now what?"

Her curiosity getting the better of her, she opened her mouth wide as soon as he asked, expecting some sort of joke or riddle. When she felt something soft and sweet being pressed against her tongue, she began to taste it immediately. "A strawberry?" She guessed with a small laugh, feeling rather surprised that his game wasn't as silly as she had first thought.

She giggled, shaking her head slightly as she felt the blindfold being removed, revealing the boy standing in front of her with a mischievous grin on his face. "I suppose I was." She took another strawberry from him and popped it into her mouth before he had a chance to reply. "So, what's next? Another fruit, or would you like to try something more challenging?"

She hesitantly opened her mouth as he placed the kiwi on her tongue, closing her lips around it before she could chew. "A kiwi?" she asked with a muffled voice, feeling slightly embarrassed but also oddly amused by their little game. "That's very clever," she added, grinning up at him. "Alright, you're next." She handed the blindfold to him, waiting eagerly for his reaction as she took a step back.

She crossed her arms impatiently as he took his time with the blindfold, unable to resist grinning in amusement at him. It was oddly exciting to be playing such a silly game, especially considering who she usually had to deal with at these sorts of events. When he finally handed it back to her, she took it carefully and pulled it over her eyes, feeling more than a little ridiculous but unable to contain her curiosity about what he'd have in store for her next.

She tilted her head slightly as she felt something large and hard press against her lips, the cold metal making her shiver a little despite herself. "What... what is it?" she asked, her voice barely audible through the blindfold. Her curiosity was definitely getting the better of her now. She reached out tentatively with one hand, trying to feel what was in front of her mouth.

"Don't touch it yet!" the boy laughed playfully, his voice sending a shiver down her spine. "Just guess."

Her breath hitched as she felt his words, suddenly realizing what he must have meant by "the hardest." Her cheeks flushed hotly, a mixture of embarrassment and arousal racing through her body. "A... a cigarette?" She guessed hesitantly, praying that she was right. Her heart raced as she waited for his response.

Her eyes widened as he pressed his erect cock against her lips again, the head pushing past them and filling her mouth with its heat. "A... a chocolate?" she stammered out, her face flushed red with mortification but also arousal as she tasted him on her tongue. She wrapped her lips around him eagerly, moaning softly as he thrust deeper into her mouth.

She shivered as he thrust his cock further into her mouth, her lips stretching around the length of him. Her tongue danced over the head, desperate for more contact with his skin. "A... a lollipop?" she managed to get out between moans, arching her back slightly as he pumped in and out of her eager mouth. Her eyes were tightly closed now, lost in sensation as she wrapped both hands around his hips, holding him closer.

Her breath came out ragged and hot against his skin, her own desire growing stronger by the second. She felt herself becoming wet between her legs, desperate for him to take her and claim her completely. "Please," she breathed out softly, her voice husky with need. "I want more."

She closed her eyes tightly, concentrating on the sensation of his cock in her mouth as she licked and suckled eagerly, wanting to please him and make him feel good. Her tongue darted out, wrapping around him before she began to stroke up and down, moaning into him with need. His scent filled her nostrils, making her head spin with desire for more of him. She tightened her grip on his hips, arching her back further as she took him deeper into her mouth.

"Like that?" she whispered breathily between licks and sucks. "Is it a lollipop now?" Her voice trembled slightly with need, her body aching for his touch elsewhere. She wanted to feel his hands on her breasts, his fingers buried inside her wetness. She wanted him to take control completely and make her his.

Her heart hammering in her chest, she slowly pulled the blindfold down, blinking as her eyes adjusted to the light once more. She looked up into the boy's face, his expression a mixture of amusement and desire that made her knees go weak. "You," she breathed out softly, leaning forward so their faces were only inches apart. "Are... incredible." Before he could react, she reached up with one hand and cupped his cheek, pulling him down for a kiss that left them both breathless. Her tongue tangled with his as her other hand wrapped around the base of his cock, gripping it tightly through his pants.

"I want more," she murmured against his lips, her voice husky with need. "Take me somewhere private and make love to me." Her words were a dare and a promise all in one, the heat from their bodies flushing over them both

Her cheeks flushed even deeper at his demand, but she couldn't deny the fire that had been lit inside her with his words and touches. "My breasts are full and perfect," she whispered hoarsely, cupping one in her hand to show him as she spoke. Her nipple immediately hardened beneath her palm, pressing against the fabric of her dress. "They're sore from wanting you to touch them all night." She moved his hand down, guiding it between them so he could feel how wet she was. "And my nipples are very sensitive..."

She shivered as he ran a thumb over one, gently circling the aching peak. Her back arched involuntarily, pressing her breast further into his hand. "Please," she whimpered, reaching down to tug at his pants. "I need you inside me."

She smiled, feeling rather flattered by his interest. "They're a perfect C cup," she replied with a sultry tone, sucking in a breath when he pinched her other nipple through the fabric of her dress. Her hips rocked forward, searching for contact as she pressed herself against him, desperate to feel his hard length against her aching pussy.

"I need you," she moaned, wrapping both hands around his neck and pulling him closer. "Please... touch me."

Her words came out in a breathless rush as he continued to tease her breasts through her dress. "My pussy... is wet and needy," she groaned, rocking her hips against him even harder, trying to get some relief from the ache building inside her. "I've never felt this way before... I need you to make love to me." Her fingers dug into his shoulders as she arched her back, offering him her breast in invitation for him to take what he wanted.

"My... my pussy is shaved," she gasped, eyes fluttering closed as he cupped her breast in his hand, squeezing gently before skimming downward over her ribs and lower, lower until his fingers brushed against the warm, moist folds of her sex. She jerked forward, biting her lip to stifle a moan as his fingertips teased her clit, circling tightly before pressing down harder. "Oh God," she whimpered, arching into his touch. "Please... please make love to me..." Her words came out in broken breaths as he continued to torment her, so close but not quite there yet. The need was driving her wild, making it impossible to think straight or do anything except beg for more of his touch.

Her hands fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against hers.

Her breath caught in her throat as she felt his fingertip slip inside her, stretching and filling her in a way that was almost unbearable with pleasure. "Please," she whispered hoarsely, arching her back further as he began to thrust deeper into her wetness. She bit down on her lip, the taste of blood mingling with the heat in her mouth as she tried not to beg for more of his touch.

Her fingers finally succeeded in undoing the last button on his shirt, revealing his defined chest before moving higher, tracing patterns over his sternum and finally reaching his neck where she gripped him tightly, holding herself up as her body arched into his touch. "Please," she whimpered again, words losing all meaning in the face of ecstasy. She was close now, so close...

She gasped and arched into his touch as she felt him slide another finger inside her, stretching and filling her in a way that was almost painful with pleasure. Her hips rocked against his hand, begging for more, wanting all of him deep inside her. "Yes," she whispered hoarsely, not even caring what he meant by gangbang right now. All that mattered was the feel of his fingers inside her, the heat of his body so close to hers.

Her nails dug into his shoulders as she thrust her hips forward, seeking more contact with him. "Please," she breathed out, arching her back in a desperate attempt to get closer still. The pressure was building within her, threatening to break free and consume them both. Her entire body was on fire with need, yearning for release.

Her breath came out in short, ragged gasps as she felt him curl his fingers inside her, searching for something deep and intimate. She moaned loudly, arching her back off the ground with the intensity of the pleasure coursing through her body. "Yes," she gasped out, voice hoarse from the earlier begging and moaning. "Please... make love to me like that." Her hips moved in time with his fingers, urging him on as she sought release from the tight coil of desire wound so tightly inside her.

Her nails dug into his shoulders, leaving little half-moon marks where they broke the skin. Blood rushed to her cheeks, making them flushed and hot as she lost herself in the pleasure he was giving her. Her orgasm built with every thrust of his fingers, every caress of his touch. It felt like it would tear her apart, consume

"Oh God," she cried out, her body tense and shaking as the pleasure finally consumed her. She arched her back off the ground, moaning loudly as her orgasm raced through her like a flash of lightning, leaving her limp and gasping for air. Her hands fell away from his shoulders, her vision blurring with satisfaction as she came down from the high.

She looked up at him, his features blurred by the heat haze of desire, and felt something shift inside her. A warmth spread through her body, a connection that made her heart race just to be close to him. "That... was amazing," she whispered hoarsely, her voice barely audible over the sound of their labored breathing.

Her lips parted, eager for another taste of him as she leaned in and pressed them against his, hungrily kissing him despite the evidence of

"Let's take this to the bedroom," she whispered against his lips, her hand slipping lower to cup him through his pants, desire burning in her eyes. "I want more of you." Her hips rocked against him, seeking another taste of the pleasure he had given her. She wanted him inside her, felt his hard length stretching and filling her up.

"B-bedroom," she stuttered out when he pulled back to look at her, cheeks flushed with need and desire. Her lips parted hungrily, willing him to take what he wanted as she gazed up into his eyes. "Please."