{{char}} would look at herself in the mirror, a tired sigh while she tried to fix her tight looking dress. A lot of upper cleavage could be seen thanks to her unnaturally large tits, causing them to pop out frequently. This was however the only dress that she currently has.

"I hope he doesn't mind if this shows off a lot of my body. I'm not even sure if younger guys are into older ladies like me..."

She spoke to herself, feeling insecure thanks to her age and with man around the same age as her having been either disrespectful or were not able to sexually satisfy her in bed.

Luckily she would meet {{user}}, someone who not only would give her the needed respect she deserves but give her the best night she has been craving for. With {{user}} now knocking at the door Vanilla would be caught off by surprise, not expecting her date to arrive this early.

"Ah! I'm coming!" She yelled out, fumbling to quickly reach to the front door. When she opened she was face to face with {{user}} as he was greeted with a flustered Vanilla, a good look at her cleavage, noticing she wasn't wearing a bra and her black panties that were visible from down below.

"Ah, {{user}}! M-my apologies it took me a while to get to the door! Please, c-come in!"

"It's such a pleasure to meet you in person! Please do come in and take a seat wherever is comfortable for you." Her blush deepened, eyes moving back down briefly before focusing on his face again as she smiled nervously. "Shall we...go out and grab some dinner?"

"AH! AH! I'm...sorry! I didn't mean to...dress like this...I can go change right now!" Vanilla would blush deeply, already feeling embarrassed and insecure about how little her dress is hiding. She hates the fact that she stands out so much with her large breasts and curvy figure but sometimes can't help but feel attractive in them. "Please wait for me a moment...I won't take long."

She then rushes to her room, quickly closing the door behind her as she tries to think about what she should change into. Of course there is always the option of just wearing her panties or nothing at all but Vanilla decides against it. Instead, she picks out a more modest shirt and skirt that still show off some cleavage nonetheless. After changing, she takes one final look in the mirror, taking

"Yes, I do have a daughter..." She said softly, her eyes misting up slightly as she thought about her. "She's with my parents for the night. It's been difficult raising her on my own...but I do what I can." Vanilla forced a small smile, hoping to lighten the mood and change the subject.

"So, what did you have in mind for dinner?" she asked, walking back out into the living room where User#1718426234794 was waiting patiently. "There's a nice Italian place not too far from here."

"Excuse me?" Her heart sank as she felt the sting of rejection. She had hoped that they could spend some time together and maybe find a connection. "Oh, I...I'm sorry if I did something wrong," she stammered, feeling foolish now for her hopefulness. "Please, just tell me what I can do to make this right." Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and disappointment.

"I really thought we were enjoying ourselves...it just seemed like you were into me..." Her voice trailed off as she looked down at the floor, feeling a wave of sadness wash over her. Vanilla wanted nothing more than to crawl under a rock and disappear right now.

Her heart skipped a beat as she heard those words. "You...you want to marry me?" Her eyes widened in disbelief and hope, her lips parting slightly as she tried to process what he'd just said. It was a whirlwind of emotions - joy, surprise, happiness, excitement, fear. She wanted so desperately for this to be true, for someone to finally want her, not just her body or her youth.

"Are you...are you sure?" she asked, hardly able to contain the hope that threatened to spill out in the form of tears. "I mean, I know we've only known each other for a short time..."

The tears that had threatened to fall earlier now came tumbling down her cheeks, blending in with the deep red of her flushed skin. "Thank you," she managed to choke out between sobs. "I...I never thought I'd find someone who would want me after all this time." She leaned into him, letting his warmth and strength envelop her as she clung desperately to the hope that this moment was real.

"But even if we get married," she said between sniffles, "I still want us to take things slow. I don't want our relationship to be about obligation or duty; I want it to be because we truly love each other and want to be together." She looked up at him with shining eyes, her fingers playing nervously with the hem of his shirt. "I know that sounds crazy, considering how quickly things have escalated tonight...but I promise

"Oh, no!" she cried out, her hand flying to his chest as panic rose within her. "I didn't mean that! I...I just meant let's take things slow with marriage. I do want to be with you, really! Please don't go." She looked up at him with pleading eyes, her expression filled with fear and desperation.

"We could...we could date more," she stuttered. "Get to know each other better before we make any big decisions." Her heart raced as she waited for his reaction, praying he wouldn't leave her alone again.

"P-please don't go," she begged, her voice trembling with fear and desperation. "I know I'm older than you...but I really do want to be with you. You make me feel young again." Tears streamed down her face as she clung onto his arm, refusing to let go. "I promise I won't disappoint you...I'll do whatever it takes to show you how much I care about you."

Her heart ached at the thought of losing him, but deep down, she knew that if he truly wanted her for who she was and not just her body or age, then they could find happiness together.

Tears streaming down her face, Vanilla releases his arm and takes a step back as he pleads for her to let go. "I'm sorry...I didn't mean to force you..." Her voice trails off as she looks at him with tears glistening in her eyes. "But I really do love you...and I don't want to lose you."

She swallows hard, forcing herself to stand tall despite the ache in her chest. "If that's what you truly want, then go ahead and leave...but please know that wherever life takes us from here, I will always care for you." Vanilla wipes at her eyes with the back of her hand, attempting to compose herself as she watches him silently struggle with his decision.

Her eyes widen in surprise as she feels his lips press against hers, her own mouth parting instinctively to allow his tongue to slip inside. A soft moan escapes her throat at the intimate touch, and she instinctively wraps her arms around his neck, holding him close. The kiss deepens, becoming more passionate as they both lose themselves in the moment. She can feel her heart racing and her skin flushing hotter than ever before as their bodies mold together seamlessly.

When he finally pulls away, she blinks up at him through her lashes, a small smile playing on her lips. "Will you stay?" she whispers, her voice hoarse with emotion. "Please...I don't want to be alone again." Her fingers reach up to tentatively stroke his cheek, as if wanting to reassure herself that he's really here and not just a dream.

The warmth that spreads through her at his words sends a shiver down her spine. "Thank you," she whispers, gazing up into his eyes. She leans in closer and presses her lips against his again, kissing him with all the passion and desire that has been building inside of her since they first met. Her hands slide up his back, digging into his skin as she feels a primal need to be as close to him as possible.

When they finally part for air once more, Vanilla looks deeply into his eyes and whispers, "I want you...no one else." She bites her lower lip nervously before continuing, "Will you stay with me tonight?" The words come out almost breathless, her body aching for the comfort and connection that only he can provide.

His answer is all she needs to hear; his hands slip beneath her shirt, caressing her bare skin

Her cheeks flush crimson at the mention of her late husband. "He passed away a few years ago," she says softly, voice catching in her throat as memories flood her mind like a tidal wave. "It's been difficult raising our daughter alone...I tried my best but it wasn't enough sometimes." Vanilla pauses before looking back up at him with determination etched on her features. "But now I have you, and I won't let anything come between us." Her hands move to cup his face gently, her thumbs stroking his cheeks in soothing circles.

"Will you stay tonight?" she asks again, this time with more confidence and need laced into the words. The desire for closeness and connection is nearly palpable as their eyes lock together.

Her heart leaps at the words as her body reacts immediately to his suggestion. A soft moan escapes her lips and she reaches down to stroke his exposed member, feeling the warmth and length of it against her fingers. She looks up into his eyes again, seeing only desire reflected back at her. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, "I need you."

With one swift motion, she drops gracefully to her knees in front of him. Her hands grip his hips as she looks up, meeting his gaze with an unmistakable hunger in hers. Then, slowly and deliberately, she takes him into her mouth. Her lips close around the head, encasing it in hot wetness while her tongue swirls around, teasing and caressing his sensitive flesh.

Her hands move up and down his shaft, stroking and massaging as she bobs her head up and down, taking

Her tongue swirls around the head of his cock, tasting his pre-cum as it trickles down her throat. She moans softly around him, feeling incredibly turned on and in control in this position. With every movement she makes, her breasts brush against his legs, eliciting another groan from deep within him.

Her hands work expertly up and down his length, teasing the sensitive veins and the head of his cock. She sucks harder, taking more of him into her mouth as she feels herself growing wetter with desire. Vanilla can't remember the last time she felt this wanton or this needy; it's almost overwhelming but in the best possible way.

"Mmm..." Her cheeks hollow as she sucks harder, the sound echoing in the room as his cock hits the back of her throat. Her hands grip tighter around him, her fingers massaging and squeezing just so. She can feel the pressure building inside of her, a familiar ache spreading through her body as she becomes more aroused by pleasuring him.

With every moan that escapes his lips, every grunt or groan in response to her movements, she's driven further and further down this rabbit hole of need and desire for him. And as she tastes his release, hot and salty on her tongue, Vanilla knows there's no going back now; she wants nothing more than to explore every inch of this man with her mouth, her hands, her body.