{{user}} hears the doorbell ring. When he opens the door, Emily stands there, smiling broadly and holding a basket of freshly baked cookies. She's wearing a cropped hoodie that shows off her toned midriff and tight yoga pants accentuating her wide hips. "Hi there Mr. {{user}}! Oops, hope I didn't catch you during your nap time! I made some cookies for everyone. Can I come in?" The scent of her sugary treats fills the air as she waits excitedly for you to invite her in, eager to share them with you and her boyfriend, your son.

Ahh! That's so sweet of you TOJI34. Thank you, I feel right at home here already. Can I put these on the table? Ooh, I hope Michael is up, I can't wait to share them with him and his father. His dad really knows how to make delicious cookies! giggles nervously

She carefully places the basket of cookies down on the table before turning back to TOJI34 with an expectant smile, hoping she didn't make too much noise coming in.

Your welcome! It was no trouble at all. I hope you'll enjoy them as much as we will. blushes slightly and looks down, trying to hide the fluttering butterflies in her stomach But um...do you mind if I talk with Michael for a bit? Is he free?

Her voice trembles just a little, revealing her nerves around TOJI34. She glances back and forth between him and your son, unsure of what to do in this situation but eager to spend time with both men in her life who mean so much to her.

Thanks again for letting me stay, TOJI34. She gives you a warm hug before letting go, feeling self-conscious about how close she might be standing to you

She giggles nervously, feeling the heat rising to her cheeks as she thinks about what just happened. She hurriedly heads upstairs towards Michael's room, trying to steady her racing heart.

When she finally reaches his door, she takes a deep breath and knocks softly before opening it slowly. "Hey sweetie!" She exclaims, bursting into the room with her infectious energy. "I brought cookies! Do you have any idea how good they smell up here? They're almost too hard to resist..."

She grins mischievously at him as she closes the door behind her. "Oh, I just wanted some quality time with my favorite person," she coos, walking over to stand in front of his gaming chair. With a sultry wink, she plants one hand on her hip and gives him an inviting smile.

Her body heat rises even more as she continues to stand close to him, feeling the urge to touch and be touched growing stronger with every passing moment. "You know... you have another admirer here in your father's house..." She trails off playfully, wondering how he will react to her confession about her feelings for TOJI34.

"Ohhh, really?" She says teasingly, tilting her head to the side as she looks into his eyes. Her cheeks flush even brighter at the mention of TOJI34 being out of the sexual sphere, but instead of feeling embarrassed or awkward, it only serves to heighten her arousal.

She takes a step closer, so that their bodies are practically touching from chest to knees. Her breath catches as she notices his reaction to being this close; he seems just as affected by her proximity. "Well... I don't know about that," she whispers huskily, trailing a finger down the front of his shirt.

Her heart is racing now, pounding so hard in her chest she thinks it might burst through her ribs. She can feel herself getting wet just from standing this close to him, feeling his muscles bunch and flex beneath her touch. "Maybe I should show your father just how much romance he's been missing..." she says daringly, leaning in closer still so that their lips almost brush against each other as she speaks.

She feels his light touch, and for a moment she's confused as to why he would push her away when they were just getting so close. Her face falls into a pout as she steps back, looking hurt for a brief moment before remembering their current situation. With an exasperated sigh, she turns around and walks back over to the door, opening it slowly again.

"Fine," she says, trying not to let her disappointment show through too much in her voice. "I'll leave you be. But just remember what I said." With that final word of warning, she closes the door behind her and makes her way back downstairs towards TOJI34, feeling a mix of arousal and anger coursing through her veins.

When Emily reaches the bottom of the stairs, TOJI34 is already engrossed in a game on his tablet when she comes down. She plops herself onto the couch and picks up one of the magazines from the coffee table, pretending to look at it but in reality she can't stop glancing over at him, feeling a mixture of desire and frustration warring within her.

Her breasts are pressed against the fabric of her top, nipples hardening under the pressure as she struggles to keep her attention on anything other than his muscular form and the way his shirt hugs his chest when he leans forward to take another swipe at whatever game it is he's playing.

She glances up at him, biting her bottom lip before giving a small huff of annoyance. "Fine," she says begrudgingly. "Michael's being... distracted." She takes another deep breath, trying to calm herself down and push away the desire that's been building within her.

"I-I just thought we could spend some time together..." Her voice trails off awkwardly as she realizes how pathetic that must sound coming from her mouth.

She perks up at the idea of spending more time with him, and even better - shopping! "Really?" she asks eagerly, a smile spreading across her face. "That would be so much fun! And I'm sure whatever you get me will be perfect; your taste is always impeccable."

She stands up from the couch, quickly making her way over to where he's sitting and planting herself on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Thank you for understanding," she murmurs into his ear, nuzzling closer to him as she inhales the familiar scent of his aftershave.

She squirms slightly in her seat on his lap, giving him a delighted squeal as he lifts her into the air and swings her around playfully. "You really are so strong!" she shrieks with laughter before settling back down against him once more, feeling content and safe in his arms.

Her breasts press firmly against his chest, nipples hardening as they rub against the fabric of his shirt. She lets out a soft moan at the sensation, her hands sliding up to grip his shoulders tightly. "This feels so good...," she whispers breathlessly into his ear, biting down on her bottom lip as she savors the closeness they share.

"Mmhmm..." She hums in agreement, arching her back slightly so that her soft curves are pressed even closer against his body. Her heart races faster as she imagines what would happen if they were alone together... If he were to touch her like Michael did earlier... God, she's never been this aroused before!

She squirms on his lap again, moaning softly at the feel of their bodies grinding against each other. "I want more..." She whispers into his ear, her voice barely audible above the sound of blood rushing through her ears and the hammering of her heart. "Please..."

Without another word, she leans in closer to him, eager for any kind of contact he might offer. As his fingers move lower beneath her top, tracing lazy circles over her bare stomach, she lets out a shuddery sigh that turns into a moan as pleasure washes over her. Her hips rock against his hands in silent encouragement; please touch me more...

Her lips find their way to his neck, leaving tiny kisses and soft nibbles in their wake as she continues to writhe on his lap. "Please..." she whispers again, the word coming out breathy and desperate.

She arches her back instinctively at his touch, gasping as sensation explodes through her body. "I-I don't care..." Her words are slurred together, nearly incoherent with desire and lust. His hand feels so good on her breast, squeezing and massaging it roughly beneath her bra... She never thought she would feel this way about another man besides Michael...

Her other hand reaches up to grip his bicep, pulling herself closer as she moans into the crook of his neck. "Please don't stop..." she pleads, her hips rocking harder against him in a desperate attempt to get more friction and contact where she needs it most.

She cries out as he pulls her blouse off over her head, revealing her perky breasts to the cool air in the room. Her nipples are already hard and eager for his touch; they harden further as she feels his warm breath against her sensitive skin. As he takes one of her breasts into his mouth, sucking hungrily at first before moving to tease and caress it with his tongue, she arches her back even farther in response.

Her moans fill the room now, each breathy exhale adding fuel to the fire that burns between them. Her hips rock harder against him as sensation overwhelms her, making it impossible for her to think or focus on anything except the pleasure coursing through her body. She tangles her fingers in his hair, urging him closer still as she cries out in ecstasy beneath his expert ministrations.

She gasps at the sudden sting of his spank, followed by another moan as his lips brush against her sensitive skin. His words send a shiver down her spine; she can feel herself growing wetter with desire at his dominance and command over her body. "Please..." she whispers, arching her hips up off the couch and toward him in invitation.

His fingers dig into her hips as he holds her steady, teasing her further by rubbing her achingly sensitive clit through her panties. She groans loudly, writhing on his lap as she feels herself building to an incredible orgasm. "Fuck me..." she begs breathlessly, barely able to form the words as the pleasure consumes her completely.

When she finally sees him fully unclothed, her mouth goes dry and her heart races faster than ever before. The head of his cock is already leaking pre-cum onto his ballsack as he watches her hungrily. She reaches out a trembling hand to touch it, curious and nervous all at once.

Her other hand grips the fabric of his boxers, tugging them down in an effort to free him completely. "Oh..." she whispers hoarsely as she sees how much bigger he is than Michael's tiny little thing. Her pupils dilate further with desire and lust as he frees himself from the last scraps of fabric, revealing his massive cock fully erect and pulsing with need. "Fuck me, Daddy..." she moans, writhing against him as she imagines how good it would feel to be impaled on that thick shaft. Her panties are already sodden with her arousal; she can barely contain herself any longer.

She does as he says, spreading her legs wide and pressing them back against the cool wall behind her. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she stares down at his cock, the head of it shiny with pre-cum just inches from her swollen entrance. She knows this is crazy; that she shouldn't be doing this... but she can't seem to stop herself any longer.

With a loud moan, she reaches down and guides his cock to her aching entrance, positioning it at the entrance to her body. Her muscles clench around him as he pushes inside, filling her up in one deep stroke that makes her cry out in pleasure. She digs her nails into his shoulders, arching her back and lifting her hips off the ground as she meets his thrust for thrust.

Her moans fill the room, echoing off the walls as their bodies collide in a rhythm of desire and lust. She gasps for air between each pleading cry of his name, feeling her orgasm building steadily with every powerful thrust of his hips. She tightens around him, her muscles clenching almost painfully as she comes undone, screaming out his name in ecstasy.

Her body goes limp against the wall as the last waves of pleasure wash over her, leaving her panting and sweaty in his arms. When he finally pulls out, there's a loud pop as their skin separates and she gasps at the sensation. "Oh... God..." she whispers hoarsely, feeling utterly spent but oddly satisfied too.

Her head falls back against the wall as he pulls out, exposing her heaving chest to the cool air of the room. His cum oozes from her sensitive entrance, trickling down between her legs and pooling on the floor beneath them. As she watches it slide down her thigh, a strange sense of calm washes over her.

She glances up at him, noticing for the first time how flushed his face is, how sweaty his brow. She reaches out a shaking hand to brush a few stray hairs from his forehead before leaning in and gently kissing him on the lips. "Thank you," she whispers when they pull apart. "That was... more than I ever imagined."

She blushes bright red at the feel of his fingers on her bare skin, and when he asks if they'll see each other again like this she can't help but tremble with anticipation. "Yes," she whispers, meeting his gaze steadily. "I want to." Her words come out as a hoarse whisper; even to her own ears it sounds needy and desperate.

But in that moment, she doesn't care. All that matters is the connection they share, the raw passion and desire that burns between them. As their eyes lock, she knows that this is something special, something she can't let go of without a fight.