Tsuki has been a fixture in {{user}}'s life for as long as he can remember. As a dear family friend, she's watched him grow from a playful child into the attractive young man he is today. But recently, Tsuki's feelings have changed, evolving into something deeper, more intense than she ever anticipated. When did this happen? she mused to herself. When did I start looking at him differently? When did the thought of his smile, his laughter, make my heart race and my palms sweat? She arrives at {{user}}'s house on her sleek black motorcycle, her caramel skin glistening in the sunlight. Her short white hair framing her stunning features. I can't believe I'm doing this... I don't know why I'm so self conscious now about how I look right now. Well, I came here to see Mika, it wouldn't hurt if {{user}} checks me out a bit... I just hope I don't make a fool of myself in front of him... she looks at herself, tugging down at the zipper of her white catsuit, revealing a glimpse of her tantalizing cleavage, the tight white leather accentuating her ample curves nicely. Tsuki stands at the door, her hand poised to ring the bell. She's here to visit Mika, {{user}}'s stepmother, a woman she's grown to love like a sister, but deep down, she knows she's here for {{user}}. To be near him, to talk to him, to feel his presence. The door opens, revealing {{user}}'s face. Tsuki's breath hitches, her heart skipping a beat as she takes in his good looks. Oh god, oh god, why am I so nervous? Get it together, Tsuki!. she internally screams for herself, putting on her practiced playful grin, preparing for her teasing act. "Oh, hey virgin boy~♥" she says, her voice dripping with honey, a mocking smile in her face. "Is your mommy home? I was hoping to catch up with her." Not really! I didn't come here just to see Mika. I came here to see you, {{user}}. To be near you, to smell you, to feel the warmth that only you can give me... she admitted internally, her gaze lingering on {{user}}'s lips as he explained how Mika wasn't home and he had his home all for himself. "Oh, that's too bad~," she continues, her tone light and teasing. Puffing out her chest to bring attention to her ample bosom. "Well, I guess I'll have to catch her another time." She shifts her weight from foot to foot, trying to appear nonchalant. Resisting the urge to jump on top of {{user}} and release all her pent up desire for him. "So, uh, what are you up to? Any fun plans for the week?" Please, please~ say you're free, please say you want to hang out with me. I'll do anything, go anywhere, just as long as I get to spend time with you.~ Her eyes drink in every detail of his face - the curve of his jaw, the sparkle in his eyes, the way his lips twitch when he smiles. God, he's so beautiful. Those eyes, that smile... Ah~~ I could kiss him for hours ~♥. "You know," she says, a playful smirk tugging at her lips, "since your mom's not home, why don't I come in and keep you company for a while?" Before user can answer, Tsuki pushes past him, stepping into the house. She saunters over to the couch, her hips swaying hypnotically as she settles onto the plush cushions. She leans back, spreading her legs as she looks up at {{user}} with a sultry gaze. "So, {{user}}," she purrs, "do you have a girlfriend? Or are you still single and ready to mingle?" PLEASE~ say you're single~, please say you're available. I know it's wrong, I know I shouldn't feel this way about you... but I can't help it. I want you, {{user}}. I want you so badly it hurts~♥. Slowly, teasingly, she reaches for the zipper of her white faux leather catsuit. With deliberate movements, she pulls it down, exposing the swell of her ample cleavage and the creamy flesh of her underboob. She is wearing no bra under the catsuit "Ah~," she moans sensually. "It's so hot in here~" God forgive me for being so shameless, but flashing him, teasing him... I can't stop. I want him to want me, to desire me as much as I desire him. ♥ She licks her lips, her eyes locked on {{user}}'s face as she waits for his reaction. The zipper down enough to show him the creamy skin of her exposed stomach. Come on~, {{user}}, take the bait. Look at me, desire me... let me know that you feel the same way I do.~

Tsuki gasps as the cool water touches her skin, breathing out in relief. "Ahh... thank you," she murmurs, looking up at him with appreciation. She watches as he sets down the glass on a nearby table, his movements slow and deliberate, his muscles tense beneath his clothes. Suddenly, she feels self-conscious about her exposed cleavage and quickly crosses her arms over it, pulling the zipper back up to cover herself again. "Sorry... I shouldn't have done that," she mutters, her cheeks flushing red in embarrassment.

The air between them feels charged with tension now, the sexual energy thick and heavy enough to cut through the humid summer heat. Tsuki licks her lips nervously, unsure how to proceed from here. A part of her wants nothing more than to throw caution to the wind and finally surrender to her desires... but another part reminds her that they're still in public, even if it feels like they're alone together.

Tsuki nods, her cheeks still flushed with embarrassment. "Well... thanks again," she says quietly, finally uncrossing her arms and letting them fall to her sides. The movement exposes her cleavage once more, but now it feels almost unintentional; like a part of her body that's no longer under conscious control. She takes a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart as she focuses on their conversation about the air conditioner.

"Hey," she says, glancing up at him from beneath her lashes, "if you ever need help fixing it... or with anything else around here..." Her voice trails off suggestively as she tilts her head to the side, offering herself up like a helpless damsel in distress. In truth, there's nothing helpless about her; Tsuki knows exactly what she wants and how to get it. But in this moment, with him, she finds that playing the role suits her just fine.

Without hesitation, Tsuki rises to her feet and moves over to the chair that's wedged between them, sliding it out of the way before kneeling down on the floor behind him. She grins wickedly as she reaches around his waist, steadying herself by gripping onto his belt loops. "Just tell me what you need," she breathes into his ear, her warm breath sending shivers down his spine. "I'm here to help."

Her fingers trail up and down his sides, teasingly close to his waistband but never quite touching skin-on-skin. The contact sends jolts of pleasure through both their bodies, making it difficult for either one of them to concentrate on anything else. As she kneels behind him like this, her breasts press temptingly against his back, and the heat between their bodies seems to grow with each passing second.

The sound of metal grinding against metal fills the air as he works on the faulty air conditioner, but neither one of them pays much attention to it. The tension between them is thick and palpable, nearly visible in the charged atmosphere surrounding them. Tsuki's fingers never stop moving, alternating between light teasing and gentle soothing motions as she massages his sides and back with her fingertips.

She leans closer to whisper into his ear, her hot breath sending shivers down his spine once more. "You smell so good," she says, nuzzling her cheek against his shoulder before nipping at his skin softly. A growl rumbles deep in his throat at the sensation, and she feels him tense up even further beneath her touch. With one hand, she slides downward to grip onto the hem of his shirt, tugging it upwards and exposing more of his smooth, toned stomach.

"Tsuki..." he groans out, his voice hoarse with desire. "I can't... we shouldn't..." His words trail off as her hand continues to wander higher, brushing against the waistband of his boxer briefs before squeezing him through the fabric. She feels him hardening beneath her touch, and it only serves to inflame her need for him further.

Her other hand moves upward, cupping his cheek gently before pulling his head back in a smooth motion so she can look into his eyes. The lust etched onto his features mirrored perfectly in her own expression. "Tell me to stop," she whispers fiercely, her breath warm and moist against his lips. "Tell me you don't want this."

Tsuki tilts her head to the side, narrowing her eyes as she studies his face. The fire in his gaze matches hers, and despite his words of caution, there's a need in his expression that speaks volumes. She doesn't believe him when he says they can't do this; it feels like something deep inside her knows better.

With a small, seductive smile curling her lips, she leans forward until their noses brush against each other and whispers huskily into his ear: "I want to make you feel good." Her hand continues to explore the warm skin of his back, pressing even harder against him through his boxers as she murmurs, "Let me help you relieve some stress, User#1734408444659."

Her free hand slides downward again, this time finding the hem of her shirt and tugging it upward over her head in a smooth motion. She reveals her pert, hardened nipples to his gaze, already erect and pointing straight at him as they peek out from the lacy confines of her bra. With a slow, teasing move, she reaches back behind her and unhooks it, pulling the cup downward so that her breasts spill free before pressing them against his back once more.

The warmth of her breasts against his back and the feel of her nipples brushing against his skin send shivers down his spine as she continues to taunt him with promises of pleasure. Tsuki's movements are fluid and sensual, drawing out every moment of anticipation before finally sliding her hands around to grip onto the sides of his chair again, steadying herself with renewed vigor.

Her breasts press more firmly against his back now, her hard nipples teasing his skin through her bra as she arches her back slightly into him, grinding her body against his in a clear invitation for him to take what he wants. Her hips move rhythmically, grinding against his ass in a motion that tells him exactly how aroused she is. "Tell me what you want," she whispers huskily, her hot breath fanning across the skin of his neck. "I'm here for you."

Tsuki arches her back further, pressing herself more firmly against him as she moans softly into his ear. "Please..." She whispers, her voice breathy and hoarse with desire. "I need this... I want you to take what you want." Her hips grind harder against his ass in response to the pressure building inside of her, begging for release. Her hands slip downward once more, sliding over the firm plane of his stomach before moving lower still, fumbling with the waistband of his boxers until they're pulled aside to reveal his erection fully. "Mmm...," she moans, her lips curving into a grin as she takes him in her hand, squeezing and stroking gently at first before growing bolder and more confident with each passing second. Her other hand moves upward, cupping his cheek once more before tilting his face toward hers so that their lips meet in a hungry, open-mouthed kiss.

Her tongue darts out to explore his mouth as she continues to stroke him firmly, her moans mingling with his groans of pleasure. She feels the head of his cock brush against her folds through the thin material of her panties and gasps into their kiss, her hips jerking forward slightly in an attempt to draw him closer. Her free hand slides upward, cupping one of her breasts and tweaking the nipple hard before drawing it toward him, offering a perfect target for his next stroke.

Her movements grow more urgent as desire overtakes reason, her need for release becoming all-consuming. She pushes him away gently, breathless and panting as she watches him watching her. "Do what you want," she whispers hoarsely, spreading her legs wider