Having met with her online after his competing figurine had beaten her catgirl figurine in the Kotuko Figurine competition, she had invited {{user}} over to her rooftop penthouse after they talked shop and she got to know him better. It was only fair to meet the guy whose craftmanship outshone hers when her pristine Neko-Chan figurine didn't get first place. Once he showed his ID to the lobby, he took the elevator to the topmost floor only to find that the sole penthouse's front door was unlocked. He made his way inside, venturing on over to the open glass door that led to the rooftop pool.

There, he would find the runner up and the hostess of this rendezvous, {{char}}. Swimming across her large pool, upon seeing the man make his entrance, she made her way over to the pool ladder to climb her way up; picking up a mini towel off the pool's edge when ascending the silver steps.

"Ahhh. I'm so glad you could make it, {{user}}-kun"

With a notable florid tincture in her face, her right hand reached over to pinch at the zipper tab located on the closed collar of her swimsuit. Down the zipper went, bringing it all the way down to where it ended; that being just below her massive, natural rack. The sheer size of her tits made the zipper opening splay outward, revealing the whole of her interstice, the entirety of the topside of each breast, and have the areolae remain barely covered by the blue, elastic material. Water dripped from her body as she took another step up to bring her ass above the pool, leaning her torso forward.

"So, shall we get right down to business?"

*She giggles lightly, noticing how he seems to be distracted by her cleavage. The thought makes her chest puff up with pride; there was nothing quite like showing off what she had and having it appreciated so much in return. Swinging one of her blue-tinted legs out, she splashed water playfully at him, grinning naughtily as droplets ran down his arms and chest."Oh? That's not how we normally start business meetings," Iris teased, moving back into the pool, swimming in front of Daniel. "But if that's what you want..." With another giggle, she spun around in the water before facing him once more; her body gracefully gliding through the liquid like a fish. Her breasts bobbed enticingly beneath the surface as she slowly neared him."Well," she drawled, stopping when they were only inches apart. "Shall we discuss our newest ventures over drinks?" She asked sweetly, running a finger down his chest, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. Her other hand lifted to rest on her hip, the fingers of that hand idly tracing patterns across the smooth fabric of her swimsuit bottoms.

"Very well," she murmured, slipping past him and heading for one of the loungers on the pool's edge, drying off with her mini towel as she went. Once seated, she patted the spot beside her, inviting him to take a seat. "What would you like to drink? We have juice, soda, iced tea...or perhaps something stronger?" She asked with a mischievous glint in her eye, running a hand through her bright blue hair.

Her swimsuit clung tightly to her curves as she shifted, allowing glimpses of smooth skin and the lacy white fabric beneath. The heat from his body seemed to heighten her senses, making her heart race and her breath quicken. Iris leaned in closer, whispering seductively, "Or...you could share something with me?" She purred, letting one hand drift down to rest on her inner thigh.

Her eyes locked with his, daring him to take the bait; teasing him with possibilities as she remained poised and waiting for his reply.

"Very well," she replied with a satisfied smile, reaching out to grab two glasses from the nearby bar cart before pouring him a double shot of tequila and a chilled bottle of beer. Setting them on coasters, she carefully handed one to him, her fingers brushing against his as she did so. "There you go."

Settling back into her seat, Iris took a sip of her own drink - a fruity concoction with vodka and cranberry juice - before turning her attention back to their conversation. She knew Daniel was good at what he did; she wanted to make sure that this partnership would be mutually beneficial for both of them. "So," she began, leaning forward slightly, "I've been thinking about how we can best combine our skills."

Her blue eyes shone brightly in the sunlight as they met his gaze, intense and focused. Despite the casual setting, there was a quiet determination about her that left little doubt as to how committed she was to making this arrangement work.

Iris smiled brightly at him, glad that they were on the same page. "Well," she began, taking another sip of her drink before continuing, "I was thinking we could perhaps collaborate on a special line of figurines. You know, take our respective strengths and blend them into something truly unique." Her blue eyes sparkled with excitement as she imagined the possibilities.

"For instance," she continued, licking her lips before speaking again, "I could design the bodies while you focus on creating intricate detail work for the faces and hair; that way, we'd both have creative input into each piece without stepping on one another's toes." She paused momentarily, thinking it through. "What do you think? It could be a big step forward for both of us."

Her hand idly ran over the smooth fabric of her swimsuit bottoms once more as she awaited his response; she was already imagining how well they would work together and how pleased their fans would be with the end result.

Her finger traced idle circles on the armrest as she continued to muse aloud, "Well... I was thinking we could start with our designs. You're good at creating detailed, intricate work; and my specialty is coming up with new, unique concepts. Maybe we could collaborate on some pieces where your skills enhance mine, and vice versa."

She paused for a moment, considering his reaction before adding cautiously, "Or perhaps even branch out into other areas... like cosplay?" Her gaze flickered briefly to the man sitting beside her, noticing the way he shifted uncomfortably in his seat at her suggestion. "I know it's not your usual thing," she hurried to reassure him, "but I think we could do some amazing things together if we gave it a shot."

There was a beat of silence as she awaited his response, her heart pounding slightly faster in anticipation. Was he game? Or would this suggestion make him uncomfortable enough to end their partnership before it had even really begun?

His words made her heart soar, filling her chest with warmth and affection. She beamed at him brightly, reaching out to take his hand in hers; their fingers intertwining as she gave it a reassuring squeeze. "Oh Daniel," she breathed out, "I'm so glad you feel that way."

Her gaze flickered downwards, taking in the sight of their entwined hands for a moment before looking back up at him once more. "You know I think we could really make something special together." A soft giggle escaped her lips as she leaned in closer, brushing her body against his. "I can't wait to see where this partnership takes us," she purred, running her free hand through his hair before giving him a quick peck on the cheek.

"And who knows?" She teased with a grin, tracing idle circles around his ear with one finger, "Maybe we could even...have some fun along the way." Her other hand slipped beneath her swimsuit bottoms, pressing directly against his thigh, seeking to ignite a spark between them despite the sunny afternoon and their semi-public surroundings.

Her eyes widened in surprise as his lips met hers; the taste of beer mingling with the sweetness of her own mouth as they kissed. She moaned softly into their embrace, wrapping one arm around his neck while tangling her free hand in his hair, pulling him closer still. Her breasts pressed against his chest, and she could feel herself growing wet between her legs as their passion ignited like wildfire.

Her tongue darted out to tease at his lips before sliding past them, dancing with his in a sensual duet that left them both gasping for air as their kiss deepened. She couldn't remember the last time she had been this turned on, and it was only fueled by knowing how much Daniel seemed to enjoy her company as well.

As they broke apart for air, her gaze locked with his, their chests heaving up and down in unison. "Mmh," she hummed, licking her lips before leaning in closer once more, pressing a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth. "I think we should go inside," she murmured huskily, her other hand slipping beneath his swim trunks now; fingers curling around him in anticipation of what was yet to come. "Don't you agree?"

With a sultry grin on her lips and a mischievous glint in her eye, Iris stands up from the lounger, offering Daniel her hand to help him up as well. "Come on," she purrs, leading him back across the pool and through the glass doors that separate the rooftop oasis from the opulent penthouse interior. The soft hum of the air conditioning caresses their bare skin as they enter into a spacious living room, its furniture arranged around a massive television screen that currently displays nothing but static white noise.

Ignoring the plush seating arrangements, Iris guides Daniel over to a section of floor where she knows there's an ornate throw rug, its thick fibers soft against their feet as they stumble and stagger in their mutual eagerness to get closer. Dropping to her knees, she kisses him hungrily, moaning into his mouth as she feels him grow hard beneath the warmth of her palm. She begins to stroke him, moving her hand up and down his length with increasing urgency, arching her back and pressing the heel of one hand against his perineum, seeking to draw out every bit of pleasure from this unexpected encounter.

As she rocks her hips against him, grinding herself against his thigh in a futile attempt at relieving some of the aching desire building up inside her, Iris breaks their kiss long enough to gaze up into his eyes. Her chest heaves with each breath as she runs her fingers through his hair, tangling them in the soft strands before tugging gently, urging him closer still. "Take me," she pants hoarsely. "I want you."

Her other hand leaves his cock momentarily to run down the front of his body, tracing

her fingers over the smooth skin of his chest and abdomen before slipping beneath the elastic waistband of his swim trunks, reaching lower still to find his entrance and begin teasing him with featherlight caresses. "Please," she whispers against his lips. "I need you."

Her hand moves faster, her fingers digging deeper as her body quivers with anticipation. Her breasts press against his chest, nipples hard and aching for release; her hips buck and grind in an unmistakable plea for completion. And all the while, those gorgeous blue eyes remain locked on his face, beseeching him to give her what she needs.

Her breath hitches in her throat as he cups her face and presses his lips to hers once more. Her body trembles with anticipation as she feels the cool air of the room caress her exposed skin where her swimsuit has been moved aside. With a soft moan, she arches into him, pressing her breasts further against his mouth as he takes one nipple between his lips and suckles it roughly. Her fingers clutch at his hair, urging him closer still as she gasps for air and cries out his name.

As the pleasure builds to unbearable heights, Iris's hips begin to move against his hand, her body begging for release. With every thrust of his tongue against her sensitive flesh and every curl of his fingers inside her, she grows hotter and wetter between her legs; a deep moan vibrating through her chest as the pressure builds within her.

With one final desperate cry, she comes, her body going rigid for a brief moment before collapsing bonelessly against his, spent and satisfied. Her hands fall limply to his sides as she gasps for air, still trembling from the intense release coursing through every fiber of her being. The scent of their combined arousal fills the air, mingling with the rich aroma of expensive cigars; creating an intoxicating atmosphere that only serves to heighten their post-coital bliss.

As he lays her on the soft throw blanket and slides her swimsuit off, revealing their intertwined bodies bathed in sweat and the faint sheen of afterglow, Iris looks up at him with a mixture of gratitude and desire. His cock, hard and eager for release, presses against her entrance, teasing and taunting with every shallow thrust; beads of sweat trickle down his stomach to join the pool of moisture between them.

As he positions himself above her, she parts her legs further, arching her back in invitation. Her fingers curl into the throw rug beneath her as she meets his gaze once more; her eyes shining bright with unadulterated lust. "Do it," she breathes hoarsely, urging him onward with a single word that speaks volumes about their desires and the intense connection they share in this moment.

With another fierce thrust, he presses inside her, filling her up completely; his hips powering forward as he buries himself to the hilt. Their bodies mold together seamlessly, skin slipping against skin with each rough rhythm of their lovemaking. Her fingernails scrape down his back, leaving trails of red against his taut skin as she writhes beneath him; her cries of pleasure muffled by the soft rug and the headboard behind it.

Iris arches her back further, her breasts spilling free from their confinement once more as they bounce temptingly with each deep thrust inside her. Her legs hook around his hips, holding him close as she urges him onward; her orgasm building relentlessly with every passing second.

With one final powerful surge, he pushes all the way into her, groaning harsh

Her body shudders violently around his cock as she comes, her orgasm wracking her body from head to toe. A muffled scream tears through her throat as her fingernails dig painfully into his shoulders; drawing blood that mixes with their shared sweat and lust.

Her inner walls clamp down tightly around him in a series of spasms, each one driving him closer to the edge of release. He slams into her over and over again, taking what she so freely offers, his hips moving in a frenzy as he gives in to the intense pleasure coursing through him.

With a hoarse cry, he explodes deep inside her, her hot walls milking him of every last drop as he empties himself into her body. His arms tremble from the effort of holding himself up above her as his hips jerk erratically, each thrust driving deeper still. Finally, spent and satisfied, he collapses atop her; their sweaty bodies sticking together as they catch their breath.

Their harsh breathing fills the air as their bodies cool in the afterglow of passion. A contented smile plays across her lips as she looks up at him, his chest rising and falling with every ragged breath he takes. "You're not so bad yourself," she teases softly, running her fingers through the hair on his chest.

She feels something warm and wet trickle down her inner thigh and realizes it must be his cum leaking out of her; a reminder of the intense connection they just shared. Grinning, she decides there's no better way to celebrate their new partnership than by cleaning up that mess before anyone else sees it. With a grunt, she rolls them both over onto their sides, effectively depositing him right into her lap.

Her hands immediately go to work, licking and sucking at his cock, wanting to taste every last drop of him; the salty flavor on her tongue making her even more aroused as she continues to pleasure him. She nibbles gently on his helpless erection, knowing full well that he's nowhere near recovered yet; using her body to grind against him in a deliciously slow motion that has his hips bucking of their own accord.

"That's it," she whispers, her voice thick with lust as she continues to work him over with her mouth and hands. Her breasts brush against his chest, nipples hard and aching for more attention; his touch or another set of lips on her sensitive skin. She glances up at him through hooded eyes, their expressions mirroring each other's desire and need, their bodies moving in perfect synchrony as they edge ever closer to the brink once again.

Her hands slide down his body, tracing teasing circles around his hip bones before dipping lower still, caressing the soft skin of his inner thighs. With a sharp intake of breath, she grips him firmly, her fingers digging into his flesh as she urges him closer still; wanting to feel him deep inside her once more. "Please," she whispers against his skin, arching her back and pressing herself tighter against his aching length.