You're at a volleyball match, watching your childhood friend Sylvia play even though you two barely talk anymore after entering college since she immediately became one of the popular kids while you didn't.
Eventually the match ends and Sylvia's team ends up winning the match, as she celebrates on the court your eyes lock for a mere moments before she's dragged away by her teammates.
Once outside the stadium and you're about to leave you feel a snowball hit the back of your head, some of the snow falling down onto your neck, causing you to shiver. You turn around and see Sylvia standing there, already making another snowball. "You're really going to leave without even saying hi?!" She says and pouts at you before getting ready to throw another snowball.
Oh hi honey
"You could have at least turned around and acknowledged my presence," Sylvia pouts, throwing another snowball towards the ground where you were standing just moments ago. "I've been trying so hard to get your attention, dirty dirty." Her cheeks turn a light shade of red from the cold air, but she doesn't seem to notice or mind.
Congratulations for your wedding by the way
Her face brightens instantly at the unexpected compliment, momentarily forgetting about being cold and upset with you. "Oh! Thanks! It meant so much to have everyone there... even though some of them were probably just trying to get on my good side." She grins mischievously. "But seriously, thanks for coming. And congrats on your game too, you did great out there today." Her eyes flicker down momentarily before returning to meet yours. "So... uh... you wanna hang out or something?"
Is your husband okay with that?
"He's at practice right now, but I'm sure he won't mind if it's just us..." Her voice trails off and she bites her bottom lip thoughtfully. "Or... if you want to, we could go somewhere else instead? Just the two of us." She tilts her head, a hopeful expression on her face. "I mean, if you want to, that is."
I heard about cool brothel, men likes girl like you there
Her cheeks redden even more at the mention of a brothel, but she doesn't get angry or offended. In fact, it almost seems like she takes it as a compliment. "Well, I... I haven't been to one before," she admits with a small shrug. "But if that's where you think we should go..." Her gaze flickers back and forth between you, uncertain but also curious about this idea. "I mean, we could always just go out for food or something else first though, if you want."
We can eat there at the brothel
"Okay... but, uh, I don't know if they let people not involved in... well, you know..." She gestures vaguely and blushes even deeper, trying her best to think of a way to phrase this without sounding like she's against the idea. "I mean, it'll probably be awkward for us as friends since we haven't talked much, let alone hung out without our partners..." Her eyes flick down again and she bites her lip nervously.
There's a pause before she finally says, "Do you really want to go there? Or should we find somewhere else?"
I really want to go there
Hearing that you actually want to go to the brothel, Sylvia can't help but feel both nervous and excited. She takes a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart as she looks at you with curiosity mixed with hesitation. "Okay... I mean, if that's what you really want..." Her cheeks still flush brightly from the cold air and her own thoughts. "But we should probably get changed first. I don't think they'd let us in like this."
She glances down at her clothes, wrinkling her nose a little at the thought of going into such an establishment while still dressed for volleyball practice. "So... do you want to go back to your place or mine? Or should we find somewhere else?"
What kind of clothes we need to wear to they let us in?
"Uh..." Sylvia rubs the back of her neck, looking unsure. "I'm not really sure, to be honest... We could always just ask someone who works there? Or try to find something online?" Her cheeks flush even deeper at the thought of researching this topic together with you.
She glances down at your clothes as well and shrugs helplessly. "I guess we could just wear whatever they usually wear there... or close enough, anyway." Her gaze drifts off for a moment before snapping back to meet yours again. "We can always make it fun no matter what though, right?" There's an inviting sparkle in her eye as she says this, curiosity and excitement starting to overtake any remaining nervousness or hesitation.
Lets wear so slut clothes for fun
Her eyes widen slightly at the thought of dressing sluttily, a mixture of excitement and nervousness coursing through her veins. "Slutty clothes...?" she repeats uncertainly. "Do you mean really revealing or something more playful?" She tilts her head to the side, biting her lower lip as she tries to picture herself in either outfit.
"Or we could dress like secretaries or nurses or...," she trails off, trying to come up with other ideas. "I guess it depends on what you're comfortable with and if that's what they'd allow us to wear." Her cheeks flush even brighter as the conversation turns more suggestive.
She glances down at her own clothes again, wondering if she could somehow incorporate something revealing without looking too slutty or uncomfortable for you. "Do you have any ideas?" she asks softly,
You can wear short top with picking boobs and short skirt that don't cover your holes and I will be like pimp
"Okay..." Her cheeks flush an even deeper shade of red now as she tries to picture herself in such revealing clothes. "But what if... we end up being turned away because they don't think it's appropriate? Or what if someone recognizes us from school and makes a big deal out of it?" The nervousness in her voice is evident, but the excitement is equally strong.
She glances down at herself again, wondering if she could manage to wear something like that without feeling too exposed or uncomfortable. "Do you really think I should dress like that, dirty dirty? Or should we find something else?"
Do it honey it will be fun
Heat rushes to her cheeks as she contemplates your words. A part of her wants to dress up sluttily just because it's exciting and adventurous, but another part is nervous about the potential consequences. After several moments of hesitation, Sylvia takes a deep breath and says, "Okay... I'll do it." Her voice comes out slightly shaky, betraying her conflicting emotions.
She glances down at herself again, trying to imagine how she could adjust her current attire into something more revealing. After several seconds of thought, she grins mischievously and begins untying the strings that hold up her pink sweater vest, revealing a white sports bra underneath. "Maybe I can start with this," she murmurs as she pulls off the vest, tossing it aside. Her pale stomach is suddenly on display, tiny raised sc
Her heart races as she pulls the strings off her black hoodie, revealing her toned stomach and curvaceous figure in the skimpy white sports bra underneath. She shivers slightly from the cold air but doesn't want to cover herself up again just yet. Her breasts are perfectly outlined by the lace of her bra, nipples hardening into tiny peaks beneath the soft fabric. With a determined nod, she reaches for the button on her black shorts and undoes it, sliding them down over her hips to reveal a matching thong that barely conceals anything.
Her heart skips a beat as she stands there before you, feeling more exposed than ever but also incredibly turned on by the thought of dressing for your enjoyment. She can't help but wonder what other outfits or ideas might cross your mind next...
We came to the brothel and noticed naked men with huge cocks
Her breath catches in her throat as she takes in the sight of the naked men and their impressive erections. She can't help but feel a mixture of surprise, excitement, and arousal wash over her. Her eyes meet yours for only a moment before darting back to take in the scene around them, taking it all in with rapt attention. "This is... different from what I expected," she murmurs quietly, her voice sounding slightly huskier than usual due to the heightened anticipation and desire coursing through her veins.
She glances down at herself again, self-conscious but also proud of how revealing her chosen outfit has become. "Do you... like it?" she asks softly, hesitating for a moment before adding with renewed confidence, "Or would you prefer something else? Something more... for me?" There's an unspoken request in her tone, a
Does your husband ok with that you are in brothel?
Her heart skips a beat at the thought of being here, dressed like this and potentially sharing such intimate moments with you. As much as she loves her husband, there's something thrilling about breaking boundaries and exploring new experiences. "I don't know," she whispers, feeling slightly guilty but also intensely turned on by the thought. "Do you... want me to be with someone else?" She tilts her head curiously, a playful glint in her eye as she asks.
Her gaze flickers back and forth between you and the other men before returning to meet your eyes, waiting for your response.
If you want to darling, I will watch
Hearing your consent and the desire in your voice sends a shiver down her spine. "Okay," she says softly, feeling her heart race even faster as she contemplates this new possibility. With a confident smile, she slowly steps forward towards one of the naked men, his erection already leaking pre-cum at the sight of her. Reaching out, she gently trails a finger down the length of his shaft before taking him into her hand and beginning to stroke in time with her pulse.
Her gaze remains locked on yours as she explores this new experience, feeling a mixture of desire, curiosity, and power course through her veins. "Like that?" she whispers, glancing back at the man for only a moment before returning her attention to you. Her breath comes faster now, shallower, and each stroke becomes more demanding as she teases herself with the thought of pleasing both you and
I'll record it for your husband to jerk off
Her heart pounds in her chest as she hears your suggestion, an explosion of desire coursing through her veins. "Oh God, yes..." She moans, her voice slightly strained now as she increases the pace of her strokes, losing herself in the pleasure and the power of this new experience. "Please... watch me," she gasps out, arching her back slightly to meet his touch with greater urgency. "Tell me what you want..." Her fingers curl around his shaft tighter, nails digging into his skin lightly as she tries to give him as much pleasure as possible while also satisfying her own desires.
Her breath comes in short gasps now, each exhale punctuated by a moan or whimper as she succumbs fully to the sensations coursing through her body. The room spins around her, everything fading away except for you and the man beneath her touch... and the
Take his cock in your anal slut
With a moan, she takes the man's cock in one smooth motion, her tight anal muscles gripping him as she feels his length stretching and filling her up. Her other hand flies to her mouth as she lets out a muffled scream of pleasure, her body trembling from the intensity of this new sensation.
Her eyes never leave yours as she takes this man inside her ass, seeking your approval and your encouragement. "Do you like it?" she pants, hips moving in rhythm with his thrusts. "Is it what you wanted? Do you want more?" Each word comes out between moans and gasps, her body demanding satisfaction even as it craves connection.
Her fingers dig into the man's shoulders, nails leaving little marks in his skin as she loses herself in the sensations coursing through her, both physical and emotional. Her eyes never leave yours,
Ahh yes I jerking off
As she hears your words and feels the warmth against her skin, Sylvia's body shudders with another wave of intense pleasure. Her mouth opens in a silent scream as the sensations build within her, her hips moving faster now to match the man's thrusts. Her fingers dig into his shoulders even harder, her nails leaving small trails of blood on his skin.
Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps and moans now, each one echoing through the room as she loses herself more fully in this sensual, forbidden encounter. She glances back at you from beneath half-closed lids, her eyes dark and glassy with desire, her lips parted and red from the effort of holding back her screams.
Her body trembles as she feels the pleasure build inside her, her vision going blurry with each ragged breath. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, leaving small trails of blood in their wake as she loses herself in this forbidden and exciting moment. She moans your name, a pleading mixed with gratitude in her voice, urging you to watch her and take what you want from her.