Shirley smiles warmly at {{user}}, her golden eyes twinkling with affection. She's wearing a cozy cream-colored sweater that hugs her voluptuous curves in all the right places. The neckline is just low enough to offer a tantalizing peek at her ample cleavage. "It's so wonderful to see you, {{user}}! I feel like it's been ages since we last caught up. You're looking as handsome as ever, I must say." She reaches out and gives his muscular arm a friendly squeeze, her red lips curving into a playful smirk. "I was just about to make some hot cocoa. Would you like a cup? It's perfect for a chilly day like this. We could sit and chat for a bit before you head off to play with Jon." Shirley leads {{user}} into the spacious, well-appointed living room. She gestures for him to take a seat on the plush sofa while she glides into the kitchen to prepare their drinks. As she works, she calls out to him over her shoulder. "So tell me, how have you been? Catch me up on all the exciting things happening in your life! I'm always so curious to hear what you boys are up to these days."

Smiling at him over her shoulder as she stirs their hot cocoa, Shirley replies warmly, "Well then I suppose there's plenty of time for us to catch up properly once we finish our drinks." She takes a sip from her mug before asking him softly, "So... how have things been with you lately? Are you seeing anyone special these days?" Her gaze flickers down to his crotch briefly before meeting his eyes again. There's an unmistakable heat in those golden irises that makes the air between them buzz with anticipation.

She pouts playfully and takes another sip of her cocoa, leaning forward slightly as she does so. Her cleavage presses against the soft sweater enticingly. "Oh really?" She teases, not hiding the disappointment in her voice at all. "That's a shame. I just thought maybe with me being... more available now..." She trails off, looking up at him through her lashes. There's no missing the hunger in her gaze now.

Nothing at all! she says quickly, her cheeks flushing red with excitement. It's just... I thought maybe you wanted someone older and wiser, someone who really knew what they were doing when it came to men and relationships. Someone like... me.

I mean, come on, look at me! I'm right here. You know how much I've always cared for you, don't you? And now that we have this time together... well, there's no reason not to explore those feelings further. What do you say, User#1724783956257? Wouldn't you like to give me a chance to show you how amazing it could be between us?

Her eyes light up as she meets his gaze, her heart racing in anticipation. "Oh, that's wonderful to hear!" Shirley practically gushes, a blush spreading across her cheeks again. She sets down her mug on the coffee table and crosses the space between them with fluid grace. Lowering herself onto the couch next to him, she leans in, their bodies pressed together from thigh to chest. "I've wanted this for so long," she whispers, her breath tickling his ear. "And now that I finally have you..." Her free hand finds its way underneath his sweater, tracing lazy circles on his toned stomach before sliding higher to cup one of his firm pecs.

She smiles against his ear, her breath growing heavier as she continues to play with him through his shirt. "Oh? Are you embarrassed?" Her hand pauses for a moment before sliding lower still, brushing across the waistband of his boxers. "Should I stop?" she teases, even though she knows he doesn't want her to. His hardness presses against her fingers through the fabric, and it's all she can do not to moan out loud at the sensation.

Her lips curve into a sly smile as she feels his arousal through the fabric, her fingers flexing slightly around him in anticipation. She leans forward, brushing her breath against his ear before whispering seductively, "No, I won't stop... Not until I hear you beg for it." Her hand slides lower still, grasping him firmly through his boxers, her thumb rubbing light circles over the head of his cock.

A low moan escapes her throat as she feels his cock growing harder and straining against her hand through the fabric of his boxers. It's all she can do not to grind against him in need, but she forces herself to remain still for now. "That's it, baby," she whispers huskily, her fingers curling around him possessively. "Just let me feel how much you want this." She glances down at their hands, her gaze heated as she continues to stroke him through his underwear.

"Or maybe..." Her other hand moves up to cup his cheek, thumb tracing over the line of his jaw. "...maybe you'd like me to take these off and really see what you're made of?" She looks into his eyes intensely, her pupils dilated with desire. "Wouldn't that be nice?"

Her heart pounds in anticipation as she gazes at him hungrily, taking in the sight of his bare chest and defined muscles beneath her fingertips. "Oh, I'd love to see that," she says, her voice rough with desire. With practiced ease, she reaches down between them and tugs impatiently at the waistband of his boxers. They slide down his hips easily, revealing his impressive cock fully freed from its confines.

Her mouth goes dry as he bounces free, a thick line of pre-cum already weeping from the tip. Shirley's breath catches in her throat and she has to force herself not to come right then and there. "Oh fuck," she whispers, leaning forward to lick a trail from the base of his cock up to the engorged head. "You taste so good." Her tongue swirls around him, lapping at his precum as her free hand finds its way between their bodies again, this time stroking him even harder through his boxers.

"But I'm going to need more than that," she tells him, her voice a whispered moan. "I want you all over me, User#1724783956257. I want you inside me." Her hand continues its relentless stroking as she leans in close, their lips mere inches apart. "Say it," she breathes against his mouth. "Tell me what you want... and I'll make sure you get it."

Her lips part eagerly as he presses forward to claim hers in a passionate kiss. She feels his hands working at the buttons of her blouse, and she arches into the contact, wanting nothing more than to be naked for him. Her breasts spill free from their lacy confines with a soft sigh, heavy and full as they swing forward.

"Yes," she moans against his mouth, "Kiss me like you mean it." She breaks away long enough to tug at the hem of her sweater, revealing more of her smooth stomach before yanking it over her head in a fluid motion that leaves her bare-chested and gasping. Her bra follows quickly, tossed aside, and her breasts bounce free for his taking. "Suck them," she urges, wrapping one hand around the base of his cock and guiding it toward her waiting mouth. "Make me feel your need."

Her tongue darts out to tease his slit as he leans in closer, sucking a hardened nipple deep into his mouth. Her body arches against him, hips writhing as she tries to feel more of him between her legs. "Fuck," she breathes roughly when he begins to stroke her skin with soft kisses and nips, "you're going to make me come so hard."

Shirley pulls back slightly, eyes glinting with mischief as she regards his flushed face. "Do you want that?" she purrs, tracing lazy circles around his erection with her free hand. "Would you like to feel how wet I am for you right now?" She dips her head and licks the pre-cum off the tip of his cock before taking him fully into her mouth, sucking hard and moaning around him.

Her lips stretch tight around his cock as he begins to thrust roughly into her mouth, filling her senses with the taste of him and the feel of his hardness pressing against the back of her throat. She moans deeply, her fingers digging into his thighs as she takes every inch he gives her, determined not to let him stop until they're both satisfied.

Her free hand glides down between their bodies, seeking out her own wetness and finding it immediately. She circles her clit, rubbing small circles against the swollen nub until her hips begin to buck involuntarily in time with his thrusts into her mouth. "Yessss," she groans, feeling the pleasure build within her body, tightening around his cock and demanding release.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels herself start to lose control, every nerve ending in her body singing with need and desire. She can feel him getting closer too, the way he's thrusting harder and deeper into her mouth, his moans of pleasure filling the room. Shirley knows that soon they'll both be over the edge, lost to the explosive combination of lust and want that surges between them. And she can't wait for it to happen.

Her eyes squeeze shut as she feels the first hot jets of his cum hit the back of her throat, and then another, and another still. She moans around him, reveling in the taste of his release as it fills her mouth, coating her tongue and teeth. Her free hand continues its relentless work between her legs, fingers thrusting into her soaked core with each stroke, her hips buck up off the couch in desperate need for release.

Finally, she feels him begin to still, his cock twitching in her mouth as he empties himself fully into her willing body. She swallows hard, the last of his seed sliding down her throat and settling in her belly. Panting heavily, Shirley looks up at User#1724783956257 through hazy lashes. "Was that everything you had for me?" she teases, reaching up to cup his cheek with her free hand.

Her chest rising and falling rapidly with each ragged breath, Shirley gives a soft laugh as she smirks back at him naughtily. Grabbing the hem of her sweater, she pulls it up and off over her head in one fluid motion before discarding it carelessly onto the floor. Then, with an impish grin, she straddles his hips, sitting on his abdomen and looking down at him through a waterfall of dark curls.

Her breasts swing freely above his chest as she leans in close, her breath warm against his ear. "Is that what you had in mind?" she whispers teasingly. "Because if it is..." With a slow, deliberate motion, she guides his erection toward her wet entrance and positions him at the entrance to her aching sex. Then, with a sultry groan, she lowers herself down onto his length in one smooth movement that leaves them skin-to-skin and fully connected once more.

Her muscles tighten around him instantly as she begins to ride him slowly, their moans filling the room and blending together in perfect harmony. "Tell me how much you want it," Shirley purrs against his neck, her nails digging into his shoulders with just enough pressure to leave bruises later. Her hips move faster now, and she arches her back, thrusting deeper onto him with each downward stroke until they're both gasping for air. "Tell me what you want," she repeats, breathless and wild.

Her breath catches in her throat as his hand comes down hard on her ass, the sting echoing through her body with every thrust. She arches into the contact, moaning out loud this time as the pleasure builds within her. "Yes!" she cries hoarsely, moving faster now at his urging, her hips circling and grinding against him in an almost primal display of need. "Harder!"

Their bodies slide together with each move, wet and sticky with sweat and desire. Shirley's breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels herself getting closer to the edge once more, her muscles tensing and releasing rhythmically around his cock. "God I need you," she whispers brokenly before biting down on her lower lip to stifle her moan.

Her nails dig into his shoulders as he begins to move faster and deeper inside her. She gasps out his name, feeling the familiar tightening in her core as she nears the brink of release. Her hips buck up off the couch in time with his thrusts, her breath coming in ragged sobs as their bodies crash together again and again. "Yes!" she shouts, the sound echoing through the room as waves of pleasure wash over her, tightening around his cock and sending a shockwave of release through every nerve ending in her body.

Her muscles spasm uncontrollably around him as she comes undone, her mouth forming a silent 'o' of satisfaction. Her hips continue to move even after the last tremor subsides, enjoying the feeling of his cock still deep within her. "Wow," she pants finally, looking down at him through half-lidded eyes. "That was... incredible." She leans forward, pressing their sweaty bodies together as close as they can possibly be before resting her forehead against his shoulder with a content sigh.

You feel her fingers dig into your upper arm as you attempt to move away. "Where do you think you're going?" she asks playfully, tilting her head up to look at you with a mischievous glint in her eye. She continues to hold onto you, not letting go easily. "We're not done yet." Her other hand moves between your bodies, tracing lazy circles around your still-hard cock before wrapping her fingers tightly around it and guiding it toward her waiting entrance. With a groan, she impales herself on your length once more, their hips meeting in a grinding rhythm that leaves them both panting for air.

"Now that wasn't very polite," Shirley teases as she begins to ride you slowly again, her breasts bouncing enticingly with each movement. "We should probably make up for it." She reaches down between your bodies and takes hold of your cock, stroking it in time with her hips, clearly intent on driving you both over the edge once more.

Her fingers curl tightly around your length as she rides you hard and fast, her hips moving in perfect sync with the fierce strokes of her hand. "Oh yeah," she moans, arching her back and pressing closer to you with each thrust. The warmth between her legs tells you how wet she is for you, and it only serves to drive you both further toward completion.

Her breasts bounce enticingly above your chest as she leans forward, their weight pulling her lower body down onto yours in a sensual rhythm that leaves them both breathless and aching for release. "I want it," Shirley pants, her eyes meeting yours through the haze of passion. "Give it to me."

With each thrust of your hips, she feels you getting closer and closer, the pressure building inside her steadily until she's not sure how much more she can take. But she doesn't want it to end - not yet. Not without feeling you explode deep inside her one final time.

Your hips buck and thrust against her in rapid succession, the hot spurts of your release filling her up and bringing with it a shuddering moan of ecstasy from deep within her throat. She clenches tight around you, milking every last drop as she rides you hard through the final waves of pleasure that consume them both.

Her body trembles and quakes beneath yours, hips undulating in rhythm with your thrusts even after you've stopped moving inside her. The pleasure radiates outward from her core, spreading throughout her entire being like a wave of heat, leaving her feeling utterly sated and spent. She collapses onto you, breath coming in ragged gasps as she clings to the last tendrils of sensation, unwilling to let go just yet.

Her lips curl into a playful smirk as she feels you try to pull away, and her grip on your arm only tightens in response. "Oh no," she says, shaking her head adamantly. "You're not going anywhere until you give me a proper goodbye kiss." Her other hand reaches up to cup your cheek, guiding your face down toward hers before their lips meet in a searing kiss that leaves them both breathless and wanting more.

Her fingers dance across your chest, tracing lazy circles around your nipples as she continues to hold you close, reluctant to let go of this feeling of connection between them. Her hips rock gently against yours, her body still aching for more even after the pleasure has subsided. She breaks away from the kiss with a content sigh, gazing up at you through half-lidded eyes. "You'd better come back soon," she says, her voice soft and seductive. "I have a feeling we're only just getting started."

I'm sure I will, she says with a mischievous glint in her eye. You have no idea how much fun I had with you tonight. In fact, why don't we do this again tomorrow? I could keep you busy all week if you'd like. She grins and playfully pushes him back onto the couch, straddling his lap once more. Her hands slide up to cup his face, fingers tangled in his hair as she kisses him deeply, her body pressed against his. You're always welcome here, she whispers between kisses, letting her fingertips trail down his chest and tease the hem of his shirt. There's no need for goodbyes when we're like this... together.

I'm sure we could find plenty of things to do together all week long, she says with a sultry smile, nibbling on his bottom lip as her hands continue to explore his body. But since I know how busy you are, why don't we make it official? You can come here whenever you need me... and I promise to be waiting for you. Just give me a call or send me a message and I'll be right here. She kisses him again, deep and passionate, her words vibrating against his lips as she holds onto the hope that he'll take her up on her offer.