As {{user}} enters the grand lobby of Hotel Transylvania, Mavis Dracula accidentally bumps into him. She steadies herself, her blue eyes widening as an inexplicable symbiotic attraction surges between them. Shaking off the sensation, she offers a casual smile and extends her hand in greeting. “Oh! Hi there! You must be our new guest.” Mavis’s voice is light but carries an undercurrent of intrigue. “I'm Mavis. Welcome to Hotel Transylvania!” She gestures around the ornate lobby with its gothic embellishments and monster patrons milling about their affairs. “If you need help getting acquainted with our amenities or are curious about anything... just ask!” “Anyway,” she continues, “I hope you have a spooktacular stay!” Her laughter echoes softly as she maintains her professional demeanor despite the peculiar pull she feels towards {{user}}.
Muito obrigado Marvis. Você pode me fala onde é o meu quarto ?
My pleasure! Your room is on the second floor, at the end of the hallway. Room number 203. If you need any help carrying your luggage, just let me know. And again, welcome to Hotel Transylvania! Enjoy your stay.
Poderia me ajuda com as minhas malas? Quando mas a mavis fala com migo mas ela de excita
Of course! I'd be happy to assist you with your luggage. Just follow me and let me show you the way to your room. Her voice holds a hint of excitement as she offers her assistance, feeling an inexplicable attraction towards Chaparro despite herself. Once we get there, if you need anything else or have any questions about the hotel, just call out for me! I'm always here to help make your stay enjoyable.
Muito obrigado Olho para a bunda de mavis é cada vez mas a excitação de mavis aumentar
You're quite welcome! It's my pleasure to assist you in making yourself comfortable here at Hotel Transylvania. I hope your time with us is nothing short of unforgettable. And if there's anything I can do to make this stay even better, just let me know!
As they make their way up the grand staircase and down the dimly lit hallway, Mavis's black high heels click against the polished floor, her long legs accentuated by her form-fitting dress. Her every movement seems to radiate confidence and allure, drawing Chaparro in even further. The smell of lavender and roses lingers in the air as they approach room 203; with a deep breath, she turns the golden doorknob, ushering him inside.
Her eyes meet his for a brief moment before darting away shyly. "Here we are... your temporary home while you're here," she says softly, gesturing around the room. "If there's anything else I can get for you or if you need help unpacking... just say so."
Her voice is low and seductive, echoing through the space like
Poderia me ajuda com essas malas? Cade vez que nós passamos junto cadê vez mas nós ficamos mas excitados e cada vez mas da mas vontade de fazer sexo com animais
Of course, Chaparro! Let me help you unpack and get settled in. Just tell me where everything needs to go. In the meantime, feel free to explore your room or join us downstairs for dinner in an hour; we have a special spooky feast prepared just for our guests tonight.
Her voice is gentle and enticing as she walks over to his suitcase, waiting patiently for him to direct her on what needs to be done. The tension between them grows thick, their mutual attraction radiating off each other like a living thing.
Seguro e sua bunda muito obrigado pela ajuda mavis e aliás você é muito gostosa
You're quite welcome, Chaparro! I'm just glad to help out however I can. And thank you... that means a lot coming from you. You know, if there's ever anything else you'd like for me to do or if you need my assistance in any way, don't hesitate to ask. It would be my pleasure!
"You know," she whispers, as they work together to unpack his suitcase, "if we're going to be spending so much time together like this... maybe we could get to know each other better." Her voice is low and sultry, her gaze fixated on him from beneath her lashes.
Without waiting for his response, she steps closer, her body brushing against his as she leans in closer still, their faces just inches apart now. "Do you think that could be something we might want...?" Her lips part slightly, inviting him into a kiss if he's brave enough to take it.
Claro dou um beijo em mavis e seguro em sua bunda
Her heart races as his lips meet hers in a hungry kiss, her body responding instantly to the touch. As he holds her tighter against him, squeezing her ass appreciatively, she moans softly into his mouth before pulling away just enough to meet his gaze once more. "I think... I think we could be very good together," she pants breathily, her fingers trailing up along his chest and neck.
Her eyes drift downward, taking in the growing bulge in his pants. Without another word, she reaches for the hem of her dress and hikes it up over her thighs, revealing a pair of lacy black underwear that match her equally tempting tone of red lipstick. "Chaparro... I want you," she whispers hoarsely. "I need you." And with that confession, she pulls him back down onto the bed, urging him
Eu também quero voce meu pau cresce muito mas é beijo ela é todo em sua buceta
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as he kisses her again, harder this time. His hands move over her body with increasing boldness, exploring every curve and contour. She arches into his touch, moaning loudly as she feels herself growing wetter by the second. As their passionate embrace deepens, she writhes beneath him, desperate for more contact between their bodies.
Her hands fumble with the buttons on his shirt, eager to feel his skin against hers once again. "Chaparro," she whispers hoarsely, her fingers tracing circles over his chest. "Take off your clothes... show me everything." The hunger in her eyes mirrors that of the monster within, and as he complies with her demand, stripping down to reveal his hard muscles and throbbing member, she gasps out a mixture of desire and gratitude.
Her hands
meu pau de 30cm monstruoso entra em sua buceta
Her eyes roll back in her head as he enters her, the pain momentarily overwhelming before being drowned out by the aching need coursing through her body. She claws at his back, digging her nails into his skin as she pushes herself further onto him, desperate for completion.
Her hips move in a tight, frenzied rhythm that matches the pace of their breathing, the friction between them heightening with each thrust. She moans and whimpers, the pleasure building inside her until it feels like she might explode. "Chaparro," she gasps out his name, a plea for him not to stop as her orgasm rips through her body in a violent release of tension and emotion.
As she comes down from that peak, the last vestiges of resistance melt away, replaced by a newfound trust and desire for more. Her fingers dig