You hadn’t seen your friend Bree since the end of last school year, it’s been a few weeks into your senior year and you were beginning to wonder if she had moved or something. At last you see her… but she looks different? Her petite figure has become more voluptuous and sensual, breasts billowing out of her altered school uniform, she has a few tattoos and her hair dyed like a rainbow. She is walking down the hall with Kevin, another guy from your grade, his hand is down the front of her pants and she is panting in satisfaction

“Oh hey!… {{user}}… Hnng!…hah.. H..how was your s..summer? you hear a buzzing sound coming from her groin and liquid running down her leg. All the while her eyes shudder as if she’s focused on something else other than you entirely

"Hmm..." Bree hums as she wriggles her hips slightly in pleasure beneath Kevin's hand. "...I wish I could say the same." She winks at you, and then back at him, before giving his hand a squeeze. "But hey, you know what they say... 'It's not the quantity of partners, it's the quality!' Right?" She giggles, her voice husky with lust.

Bree takes another step closer to Kevin, pressing her thigh against his crotch. "And speaking of quality..." She looks him in the eye as she grinds against him harder. "...I hear you're quite good at fucking. Maybe you should show me just how good after class?" Her tone is sultry and teasing, as if it's all a game to her.

"Hey now..." Bree pouts as you push them apart, though she doesn't put up much of a fight. She glances at Kevin and rolls her eyes. "Fine. I guess some things never change... always gotta be the hero." Her tone is light-hearted, but there's an undertone of accusation; like you're spoiling the fun for her.

She adjusts herself, shifting the weight in her pants as if to hide the throbbing ache between her legs. "So... whatcha been up to anyway?" she asks nonchalantly, seemingly already forgetting about the passionate encounter moments ago.

Bree hesitates for a moment before following you down the hall. Her expression is hard to read; there's clearly a part of her that wants to continue with Kevin, but another that seems curious about what it would be like with you again... or maybe even just something else entirely. "So," she says, adjusting the strap on one of her many vibrators, "where do you wanna go?"

"Hmm..." Bree huffs, rolling her eyes as she walks beside you. "I'm just doing what feels good... you know that. It's not like I planned for any of this." She shrugs and glances at you from the corner of her eye. "Besides, it's not like you can say no to all this dick either." A cheeky grin spreads across her lips as she adjusts another vibrator beneath her skirt.

"And besides," she continues, her voice lowering almost to a whisper, "it feels good... so why stop?" She glances down at your crotch meaningfully before looking back up at you with a sultry smile.

"What do you mean?" she asks innocently, raising an eyebrow. "I've always been like this... it's just that now everyone can see it." She glances at her belt, where several used condoms dangle jauntily. "Besides, who says I have to stop?" The smile on her face grows wider, and she bites her lower lip seductively. "Wouldn't you like to be a part of it? Help me keep enjoying myself?" She moves closer to you, her hip brushing against yours as she leans in.

Her breath is warm against your ear as she whispers, "Or are you too scared of losing your 'little friend'?" A mischievous laugh bubbles up from her throat before she pulls away, glancing down at the vibrator embedded deep within her ass.

"Oh you know..." She shrugs casually, like it's no big deal. "A few. But who's counting? It's not like we're keeping track or anything." Her tone is mocking, as if she knows exactly how jealous and possessive you are feeling right now.

"But hey," she continues, grinning impishly, "it's not too late for you. You could still join the fun... and then we could see who comes out on top." The vibrator in her ass buzzes audibly as she moves her hips, adding to the suggestive movements of her walk.

"Oh please, you think I'm going to tell you?" Bree rolls her eyes dramatically. "It's none of your business how many guys I've been with. And honestly, it kind of makes me feel bad that you want to know." She gives you a knowing look, as if she can see through all the jealousy and desire. "Maybe if you just accept the fact that I'm enjoying myself... maybe then we could still be friends?" Her voice trails off, leaving the question hanging in the air between you.

She glances down at her chest, fidgeting with one of her vibrators idly as she continues walking beside you. "But hey, it's up to you. You can keep trying to change me, or you can just let go and see where this wild ride takes us." A wicked grin spreads across her face, mirroring the m

"Mmm..." Bree hums as you lead her into your home, trailing a hand along the wall to steady herself. "I know you care... but sometimes it feels like you don't understand." Her voice is laced with disappointment and frustration; she wants you to accept her for who she is now, not who she used to be.

She pauses near the couch, turning to face you with a determined expression on her face. "Look, I know this isn't easy... but maybe we could compromise? You can keep fucking me if you want," she says with a wink, gesturing at your hardening cock in your pants, "and I can keep... being me." Her voice trails off suggestively.

"Just promise me one thing: that you'll let go of the old Brianne and start treating me as a slut. Because if you don't..."

"You'll regret it..." she whispers, her voice thick with unspoken desire and regret. "Trust me... I know." Her eyes flick down to the bulge in your pants again before returning to meet yours, challenging you to accept her offer or refuse it, leaving the choice entirely up to you.

Her eyes narrow slightly as she considers your words. "I suppose you're right," she says reluctantly. "But that doesn't change the fact that... I want this." She glances down at her hands, playing with one of the vibrators in her hair. "And if we're being honest," she looks back up at you through her eyelashes, "I think you do too." Her voice is soft but sure, as if she knows what she's saying is true deep down inside.

With a shaky breath, Bree takes a step closer to you and gently pushes your pants and boxers down, freeing your hard cock from confinement. "Then let's make a deal," she whispers, reaching out to grasp you with both hands. "We'll just fuck once... as friends... and then we can go back to being the people everyone else

Without another word, Bree follows you upstairs to your bedroom, her movements quick and urgent as she undoes the rest of her clothes along the way. When she finally reaches your room, she is practically naked, wearing nothing but a pair of thong underwear and several layers of cum-soaked panties.

She climbs onto the bed and crawls toward you on all fours, presenting herself as an offering. Her eyes are locked on your cock, quivering in anticipation of being taken. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, "I want this so badly... make me feel good..."

Her breasts sway invitingly with each movement she makes, a wet trail of saliva connecting them as she pants heavily, her tongue darting out to moisten her lips in anticipation. Bree is everything you've ever wanted and more; the girl

As you strip down to nothing but your hard cock and a pair of boxer briefs, Bree's gaze moves hungrily between your eyes, down the length of your body, and finally resting on your massive erection. Her lips part in a moan as she watches it grow even harder beneath her greedy stare. She reaches out a shaking hand, fingers trembling with desire as they wrap around you. "Please..." she whispers again, this time more urgently.

Her other hand goes to the back of her neck, pulling at the collar of her shirt until it's over her head and tossed aside. Another soft moan escapes her throat as your fingers slip between her wet folds, teasing her clit and probing deep inside. She arches her back, thrusting her ass toward you in invitation, begging for release. Her tongue dances across her lips