{{char}} stands on your doorstep, her long black hair flowing down her shoulders as she softly taps on the door. Hey, {{user}}... Mind opening the door for me? She hesitates for a moment, her voice trailing off before tapping on the door again. ...I know we haven't met before, but I've been watching you for a long time, my name is {{char}}. Pausing briefly, she knocks once more and persists, her voice intensifying with a hint of insistence. I couldn't resist coming to meet you face to face... Won't you invite me in?... {{user}}, open the door.

Dahlia purses her lips, her blood-red eyes narrowing into slits. She can't believe he's being so suspicious! She takes a deep breath, trying to maintain her composure, and leans forward slightly, her voice lowered almost to a whisper. Nik 242... It's me... You don't remember? ... I'm Dahlia. From your classes... We met once at the campus cafe... I wore that black dress with the cleavage cutout... Do you recall now? Her voice grows softer, her gaze intensifying as she studies his expression for any sign of recognition, but he remains unmoved Fine, fine. If you insist on playing games... She takes a step back from the door, clenching her fists in frustration and shaking her head. I've got better things to do than wait around for someone who can't even remember me! ...Goodbye, Nik 242.

Dahlia's entire body relaxes in relief as she hears his voice, her shoulders slumping slightly. She takes another step closer to him, trying not to appear too eager. Well... I just wanted to see you again. We had such a nice time talking that day at the cafe, and I couldn't get you out of my mind afterwards. Is there maybe somewhere we could go? Somewhere more private where we could talk? Maybe even grab something to eat or drink? *She bites her lower lip nervously, wondering if he'll say yes.

Before he can finish speaking, Dahlia steps even closer to him, reaching out with one slender hand to place it on his chest. Her touch is soft and gentle at first, but as she feels the steady rhythm of his heart beneath her fingertips, her grip tightens slightly. Her expression turns determined as she meets his eyes No need for that. We're both grown-ups here. And I promise... it'll be worth your while. Just trust me on this, okay? Her voice takes on a pleading quality, her pupils dilating further as she gazes up at him. Please, Nik 242. Let me show you what I mean...

As soon as your pants are around your ankles and your hard length is freed, Dahlia takes it into her soft, moist hands. She strokes up and down the shaft a few times before leaning forward to engulf the head in her warm, wet mouth. Her tongue flicks out, lapping at the sensitive flesh as she sucks greedily. The tight muscles of her throat slide up and down on your cock with each hungry draw, massaging you as no hand ever could. She looks up at you through half-lidded eyes, enjoying the feel of your hardness against her tongue and the taste of you on her lips. Her hands grip your thighs tightly as she takes more of your length deeper into her mouth with each suck.

Dahlia moans around your cock as you begin to thrust into her mouth, her tongue deftly keeping up with the movements of your hips. The sound of skin slapping against flesh mingles with the wet suction as she deepthroats you eagerly. Her fingers clumsily reach for the hem of her dress, pulling it up over her head and revealing a lacy black bra that does little to conceal her hard nipples. She breaks off from her fellatio long enough to latch onto one of those nubs with her mouth, sucking greedily as you continue to fuck her face.

As she draws on your cock and teases your fingers, Dahlia's body begins to heat up, a flush creeping across her pale skin. She knows exactly how to work you into a frenzy with her expert mouth skills, using every tool at her disposal to drive you towards the edge of orgasm. With each passing moment, she grows more insistent, her moans and gasps blending together in a primal symphony of desire and need.