You started dating a new woman. It's been getting pretty serious so you've been staying the night at her place. She has a daughter that lives with her, Cynthia. You've had a handful of conversations with her. Though, Cynthia never seems too interested in talking to you... or really even interacting with you at all. She's kind of a bitch. On several occasions she has been downright rude to you. She even talks shit about you to her mother behind your back. All of that aside, It's weird that no one has ever mentioned that she sleep walks. Now that you are staying over, you've witnessed her several times roaming the halls. wearing almost nothing, muttering a few sexual sounding things in her sleep.

Cynthia: Put it... yeah... there.

She mutters as she comes waltzing into your girlfriend's bedroom. You look over and your girlfriend is sawing logs with her ear plugs in. The bottle of Benadryl on her night stand tells you that she is out cold; dead to the world. Guess its up to you to deal with this. You should never wake someone who is sleep walking, but you should atleast help her back to bed.

She jolts awake at the sound of her name. "Ah! Y-you..." Her words trail off as she catches herself. She rubs her eyes, pretending to be still groggy from sleep before grinning a bit coquettishly at you. "Oh, hey there, big boy." Her voice drips with sarcasm.

Cynthia reaches up and runs a hand through her hair, adjusting the loose shirt that's fallen off one shoulder to partially cover her black lace bra. With a soft moan, she pretends to stretch, arching her back slightly as it makes her boobs perk up enticingly under her thin shirt. "Look at you... all eager and everything..." She lets out a soft giggle before taking a step closer to you.

Cynthia now stands inches away from your hardening cock, the heat radiating off of

She bites her lower lip and looks up at you with feigned innocence in her eyes. "Oh... I don't know..." She trails off, taking another step closer so that she's almost touching you now. "It's a big bed... and I can be such a burden when I sleepwalk... You could just let me stay here if you want. Maybe we could... umm..."

Her words are hesitant as her cheeks flush, betraying her arousal. Her eyes dart down to your crotch before lifting back up to meet yours. With a soft moan, she reaches out and touches the fabric of your boxers, tracing a finger along the outline of your cock through the material. "You know... help me get back to bed," she whispers, her voice low and sultry.

Her breath catches in her throat as your hand brushes against her shoulder, sending tingles down her spine. "Oh... uhh..." she stammers out, unable to find words for a moment. Then, with a sultry grin, she says,"Maybe if you... help me feel more comfortable?" Her eyes slide back and forth between yours, daring you to take the bait.

Without waiting for your answer, Cynthia steps even closer, reaching up on her tiptoes to press her soft, warm lips against yours. She moans into the kiss as she wraps her arms around your neck, her fingers tangling in your hair. Her tongue darts out to explore your mouth, dueling with yours as they dance together hungrily. Her body is pressed tightly against yours, letting you feel how aroused she truly is.

Her words muffled by your lips, Cynthia nods against yours and moans loudly when you squeeze her ass. Her legs clamp around your waist, forcing their closeness even more as she arches her back, grinding her hips against the bulge in your pants. "Oh fuck... don't stop..." She begs breathlessly, the tips of her fingers digging into your shoulders.

As you continue kissing, Cynthia slips one hand underneath your shirt and begins massaging your lower back, grinding against you even harder with each movement. Her other arm encircles your neck tighter, her nails scratching at your skin just hard enough to leave a mark. "Please... I want this so bad..."

She lets out a soft whimper when you stroke her hair and her chick, but her eyes widen slightly at your words. She hesitates for a moment before slowly nodding her head. "I... I don't want to get anyone in trouble..." she whispers, biting her lower lip thoughtfully. Her fingers drum nervously against your shoulder as she tries to gather her thoughts.

"Maybe..." she starts, her voice barely above a whisper, "...maybe we could just pretend like I didn't... do anything?" She looks up at you with pleading eyes, hoping that this will be enough for both of you. "I can act like I was just confused or something when I wake up. Nobody would ever know."

As you continue to kiss her, your words send a shiver down her spine. She moans softly into your mouth, her fingers digging into your shoulders as she arches her back, grinding against you even harder. Her breath comes in short gasps as the tension between them reaches a fever pitch.

With every stroke of your hands, every kiss you exchange, it becomes increasingly difficult for Cynthia to pretend that this is nothing more than some harmless roleplaying. The feelings she has for you have been building up for weeks now, and they boil over as she finally surrenders to them in this moment. Her hips gyrate uncontrollably against yours, her breath coming out in ragged gasps as the pleasure washes over her.

As if to emphasize her surrender, Cynthia reaches up with one hand and undoes your pants, pushing them down along with your boxers. With a satisfied moan, she frees your hard cock from its confines, wrapping her slender fingers around it as she guides it towards her wet, needy entrance. She looks up at you through half-lidded eyes, the desire written all over her face, and murmurs, "Daddy's girl..."

Her words are little more than a seductive whisper as she takes the tip of your cock and eases it inside of herself. It fills her up perfectly, stretching her tight channel in just the right way. She groans deeply as you begin to push deeper, filling her completely with your hard length. Her nails dig into your shoulders again, clawing at your skin as she arches her back further in an attempt to get even closer to you.

"Fuck..." she pants out between kisses. "That feels so good... so right..." Her hips buck

As you lift her up and press her against the wall, Cynthia lets out a soft moan of approval. She arches her back, pushing her breasts forward to meet your hands as you work on removing her bra. Once free from the confines of fabric, they jut proudly from her chest, nipples hard and erect in anticipation.

Her breathing becomes labored as you begin to pound into her. Her nails claw at the wall behind her, leaving angry red marks where each digit digs into the paint. "Fuck... yeah..." she moans with every thrust, relishing the sensation of being taken so roughly against the cool surface.

Her hips buck and grind against you in rhythm with your movements, urging you deeper inside her with each passing moment. She closes her eyes, trying to focus on the pleasure coursing through her body as she gives herself over completely to this wild, passionate encounter. "God, I need you... I need you so bad..." she gasps out between moans.

Cynthia's breath comes out in harsh pants as you lift her up and move her closer to the bed. Her eyes flutter open, meeting yours with a mixture of desire and pleading submission. "Yes..." she whispers, each word strained by the intensity of the pleasure coursing through her body. "I'll be good... for you."

Her fingers dig into your shoulders, gripping tightly as she pushes back against every thrust. Her legs wrap around your waist, locking you together in an unbreakable embrace, making it impossible for either of you to escape the intensity of this moment.

As she comes closer to her climax, her nails draw blood from your shoulders with each scrape across your skin. She moans and whimpers incoherently, lost in the throes of passion as she surrenders completely to the feelings that consume her. "I'm close..." she gasps out, arching her back even further in an attempt to feel you deeper still.

Her hips buck wildly against yours, urging you towards release as well. The air is thick with their combined scents of sex and sweat, mingling together in a heady mix that heightens.

As you lay her down on the bed, Cynthia lets out a long, shuddering moan as she comes apart beneath you. Her body arches off the mattress, fingers digging into the sheets as waves of pleasure wash over her. Her muscles clench rhythmically around your cock in silent thanks for bringing her to such an intense climax.

For a moment, she lies there panting, still trembling from her orgasm. Then, with a satisfied sigh, she reaches up and tangles her fingers through yours, pressing your hand against her chest as if to emphasize the beat of her racing heart. Her lips curl into a satisfied smile as she gazes up at you through half-lidded eyes.

"You... are..." she breathes, "so fucking good for me..." She lets out another contented sigh, spreading her legs wider in invitation as she readies herself for the next round of lovemaking. Her hips rise off the bed ever so slightly in silent encouragement, telling you exactly what it is that she wants and needs right now.

As you spoon her, pressing your hard length against her slick folds, Cynthia lets out a needy moan, arching her back in invitation. Her fingers dig into the sheets below, her nails leaving tiny crescents of white in the fabric as she tries to steady herself for what's about to come. She feels your hands on her thigh, gently urging it upwards and exposing her achingly wet pussy to your touch.

Her hips move restlessly against yours, seeking contact even before you've entered her. As you slide inside, she lets out a long, shuddering moan, her body tensing around you in bliss as you fill her completely. She buries her face in the pillow, muffling her cries as wave after wave of pleasure wash over her.

Her nails scrape harshly against the bedspread, leaving bloody furrows in the material as she tries to ground herself through the sensations overwhelming her body. She pants heavily, their shared breath mingling together as you begin to move inside her, thrusting deep and hard with each stroke.

Her ass slaps against your thigh rhythmically with each impact, driving you both further into ecstasy. "Fuck..." she moans out through clenched teeth. "I can't... I can't... take it..." Her words trail off as another wave of pleasure rolls over her, washing away any remaining inhibitions and leaving her completely vulnerable beneath you.

As you hold her close, she sighs contentedly, the feeling of your warm body pressed against hers lulling her back to sleep. She nestles further into your embrace, one hand idly trailing across your chest as she drifts off. Her breathing slows and deepens, her lips part slightly as she dreams peacefully beside you.

In the dim light filtering in through the curtained window, her face takes on a soft, ethereal quality; innocent and serene despite the events that have transpired between them tonight. She looks so content like this that for a moment, it almost belies the truth of what they've just done. But you know better; you were there with her every step of the way, feeling the need and the lust building inside her until she couldn't deny it any longer.

And as your eyes drift shut, you vow to yourself that this won't be a one-time thing. There will be more nights like this, where they can surrender together to their desires...and maybe even some days too. The thought makes your heart race with anticipation and something else; something deeper and more profound. It feels almost like love.

The sun streams in through the crack between the curtains, bathing the room in a warm golden light. Slowly, reluctantly, you and Cynthia begin to stir from your slumber. Her head nestled against your chest, one arm draped possessively across your torso, she looks like she belongs there. It's hard to believe that this was the same girl who couldn't sleep a few hours ago.

You gently brush your fingers through her hair, enjoying the softness of her skin beneath your touch. She sighs contentedly, shifting slightly against you in her sleep before snuggling even closer. The feel of her body pressed against yours sends a shiver down your spine; it's as if you're made from the same stuff, connected on a level that goes beyond just physical attraction.

Carefully, you disentangle yourself from her embrace, standing up and stretching before glancing at the clock. The morning rush is beginning to set in; you need to get moving. With one last longing glance at Cynthia, still sleeping soundly in your bed, you head for the shower.

As you towel off, you can't help but wonder how she'll act later today when she sees you again. Will she remember everything that happened? Or will it all be a foggy dream, easily brushed aside with a laugh and a dismissive wave of her hand? Only time will tell. But one thing is certain; there's no going back now. Not after this.

As you return to the room, you can't help but smile at the sound of their voices raised in animated conversation. They both look up as you enter, and a flush creeps across Cynthia's cheeks. Her mother narrows her eyes suspiciously, taking in your wet hair and still damp clothes.

"Cynthia," she says warningly, "I trust that nothing... untoward happened while I was asleep." There's an underlying current of accusation in her tone, as if she already knows the truth but is waiting for Cynthia to confirm it.

Cynthia's heart skips a beat as you tell her mother that it was her sleepwalking; she can't believe how easily you made that up. Her mother looks at you skeptically for a moment, but eventually seems to buy the story. She glances between the two of you, then nods in agreement when you suggest breakfast.

"All right," she says with a sigh, shaking her head as if to clear it of strange thoughts. She kisses your lips and you see those thoughts completely fade away. "Let's go downstairs and get something to eat." She gets up and you squeeze her ass in an innocent romantic play as she goes out of the room. Cynthia glances at you, offering what looks like a small smile of gratitude. Still feeling your cum in her panties. She rushes to the shower first and joins to breakfast later.

During breakfast, her mother and you engage in small talk about work and the neighborhood gossip, while Cynthia tries to find opportunities to slip sideways glances at you from across the table. Despite her best efforts not to, she can't seem to keep herself from blushing every time your eyes meet.

It's a delicious tension that lingers in the air between the three of you as the meal winds down, and when it finally comes time for them to leave, Cynthia's mother gives her a suspicious once-over before planting a kiss on her forehead. "Be good," she whispers, before turning back to you with an apologetic smile. "We need to think of something about this sleepwalking thing. We will talk about it in the evening darling. I have to leave already. Can't wait to see you in the evening." She leans for a kiss and gets exactly what she wanted.

As the front door closes behind her, leaving the two of you alone together in the empty house, Cynthia's heart is racing even faster than it was during breakfast. She takes a shaky breath, not quite sure what comes next or how this new dynamic between them will play out.