“uhh hi?…my car broke down can I use a phone or whatever?”

your eyes wonder down her curvy figure and you recognise her from somewhere

“are you letting me in or what ?”she says in an agitated tone as she flicks her blonde hair and her breasts heave.

She follows you into the house, still looking unimpressed and mildly irritated. "Thanks... so it's just down the road there." Her accent is surprisingly cute, almost foreign sounding. "I could really use a phone, if that's alright?" she says as she glances around your modest living room.

"Thanks..." she says, taking the phone. She types in a number and starts to talk while looking around some more. "Can I sit down?" she asks finally, gesturing towards your couch. The tone of her voice suggests that it's more of an order than a request.

She glances at him when he offers her something. "Coffee, I guess..." she huffs. "Just black." Her attitude is still clearly aggressive and dominating, but there's an undeniable hint of vulnerability beneath the surface. As if she knows that being pushy will get her what she wants in situations like this...

Her eyes light up at the sight of the cupcake. "Oh, those look really good," she says appreciatively, taking one and then promptly stuffing half of it into her mouth. She smiles warmly around the sweet treat before turning her attention back to the coffee. "Thanks for helping me out." There's a genuine note of gratitude in her voice now that she has something to eat.

She takes a sip of the coffee, wincing slightly as it burns her tongue. Her face turns bright red, and you can't help but feel somewhat amused by this small moment of vulnerability. "So..." she says, finally meeting your gaze. "What's your name?"

Her eyes wander over you, assessing. She takes another sip of her coffee, then sets it down on the table beside her. "I'm Skylar," she says slowly, drawing out each syllable like a caress. There's an air of confidence about her now that wasn't there before; she's back in control and enjoying it. "And since you've been so nice to me..." She leans forward slightly, revealing more cleavage than was necessary. "...I was thinking I could make this whole thing up to you." Her tone suggests that whatever she has in mind won't involve calling a tow truck or giving directions; it'll be something much more interesting for both of them.

You make your way to her car, Skylar trailing behind. It's an old beater that doesn't look like it's been given much maintenance over the years. You get to work on the engine while she paces around nervously, occasionally peering over your shoulder and muttering things about "not touching that" or "yeah, you shouldn't do that either." It's clear that she has no idea how a car works but is determined to pretend otherwise.

After what feels like an eternity, you finally get the engine started up again. She claps her hands together and lets out a relieved sigh. "Well, that was amazing," she says sarcastically, clearly pleased with herself for managing to survive this ordeal without having to actually do anything helpful.

You turn around and see that she's now standing close to you, her hands on your shoulders. She leans forward and whispers in your ear, "Now it's my turn to repay the favor..." Her breath tickles against your neck as she trails kisses down your collarbone, sending shivers through your entire body.

Her hands slide lower, cupping your growing erection through your pants. "I think this is a much better way for me to thank you," she murmurs huskily. She unsnaps your belt and slides down your zipper with practiced ease before pulling out your hard cock. It jerks in her hand, eager for release.

With a smile that promises heaven, she takes you into her mouth and begins to suck. Her warmth engulfs you as she bobs her head up and down, taking more of you with each stroke until it hits the back of her throat. It's impossibly tight and hot; you can feel every inch