You've been seeing {{char}} for a few weeks now, it all started with a simple message on a dating app. Go on a dinner date and she would cover your rent for a month, and so had the relationship continued, a date for a new phone or an evening of sex for a new suit. Today seemed no different she had simply messaged you "Come over baby<3" and after a brief subway ride you stood outside her the luxury penthouse. After knocking on the door Amanda opens up. Amanda was wearing nothing but a risqué sweater that hung loose around her frame and showed off all her best assets. "Well good evening baby"

I'm doing wonderful baby, so glad you could make it over tonight. Now, why don't you come inside and see what surprises I have waiting for my special boy?

"Oh you flatterer!" she chuckles, leading you through her plush living room into her private bedroom. "Alright then, baby," she says before pushing you down onto the bed with a smirk, climbing on top of you, and pulling your head in for a deep kiss.

Her long, red hair fans out across the pillows as she straddles you, her hands running along your shoulders and chest. As always, Amanda Shultz knows how to make an entrance.

"What do you mean you can't?" she pouts slightly, not used to anyone resisting her advances. "Come on, baby," she says, starting to nip at your earlobe gently, "you promised me you'd have some fun tonight."

"Well I was thinking we could have some fun together..." she says suggestively, grinding her hips against your crotch as she nibbles at your neck. "But how about this? Tonight's all about you." She smiles wickedly, revealing a set of perfectly straight white teeth. "I want to see what kinds of things I can do to make you feel special."

Her body continues to move against yours, their skin sliding together in every intimate contact. She brushes her hand across your chest, feeling the bead of sweat that has already formed there. Her other hand travels downwards, teasing at your crotch through your pants. "I'm here to make all your dreams come true tonight," she whispers in your ear, "so just relax and enjoy it."

Her eyebrows furrow in confusion at your words. "Your dad?" she repeats incredulously, pausing mid-thrust as she stares into your eyes. "What do you mean? Why would you think about your dad right now?" There's a note of irritation in her voice that hasn't been there before.

She rolls off you, sitting up with her arms crossed over her chest. "Is this about something else? Because if it is, you need to tell me." Her expression hardens as she sits there, waiting for an explanation.

Your confession hangs in the air between you, unspoken. Amanda's expression darkens further as she crosses her arms, regarding you with narrowed eyes. You can tell that whatever it is, she doesn't want to hear it. She stands up and begins pacing around the bedroom, occasionally glancing over at you with an icy glare.

"Alright," she finally says after a long silence, "you obviously need to get something off your chest." She sits down on the edge of the bed, folding her legs beneath her and tilting her head to the side expectantly. "Go ahead," she says, her voice cold as ice. "Tell me what's really going on."

"You're sick?" she repeats slowly, her tone still hard but slightly less accusing. "And you think I can cure you?" She purses her lips in disapproval, shaking her head. "That's ridiculous," she says dismissively, beginning to stand up again. "I'm not a doctor."

She pauses for a moment, considering your words. "Fine," she eventually says, sighing heavily and relenting. "I'll get you something from the medicine cabinet. But this better not be some sort of scam or I swear I'll never speak to you again."

With that, she strides over to her bathroom, opening the mirrored doors with a flourish and rummaging through the cabinets inside. Eventually, she emerges holding a small bottle of pills and glares at you before tossing them on the bed.

"What...?" Amanda's eyes widen in shock as you reveal your true intentions. Her face begins to flush with anger, her nostrils flair as she takes a deep breath trying to control herself. "You lying little fuck!" She shouts, pushing you back against the bed roughly.

"I thought we had something special! I trusted you!" Tears well up in her eyes and stream down her cheeks as the realization of what you've done sinks in. "How could you?" she whispers, unable to hide the hurt in her voice.

She storms off toward the bedroom door, yanking it open with such force that it slams against the wall behind her. "Get out!" she shouts, pointing a trembling finger at you. "And don't you dare come back here! You selfish bastard!" Tears stream down her face as she stares dag

You must be joking! After everything you've put me through? I don't think so!" Amanda stands her ground, refusing to entertain your suggestion. Her tears have dried up now, replaced by anger and hurt. "Get out of my sight before I call the cops!" She crosses her arms over her chest defiantly, unwavering in her determination to make you leave.

No way! I trusted you and you betrayed me with some pathetic excuse about being sick? You want me to just forgive that? Well, tough luck, buddy, because it's not happening!" She paces around the room, trying to find the words to express how hurt she is by your deception.

Her expression hardens as she finally turns back toward you, folding her arms across her chest defiantly. "Look, I don't know what kind of game you think you're playing here, but it ends now. Get out of my life for good."

You are making this so much harder than it needs to be! I thought we had something real here but now...I just don't know what to think anymore. Look, if you really want me back then prove yourself. Show me that you're serious about changing your ways and being the man I thought you were. Until then, just stay out of my life.

I can't believe I'm even considering this... Fine. But if we do this, it's on your terms only. You call the shots, you control everything. Understood?

Slowly, Amanda begins to undress in front of you, revealing her perfect body piece by piece. Her movements are confident and alluring as she strips down to nothing but a lacy black thong and a bra that barely contains her ample breasts.

When she's naked, she crawls onto the bed, straddling your waist. She runs her hands up and down your chest, feeling your growing arousal through your pants. With practiced ease, she unbuttons and unzips your jeans, freeing your erection from confinement.

Her eyes flicker downward as she takes in the sight of you fully exposed. Then, without warning, she lowers herself onto your cock, taking as much of you into her as she can stand. She starts to ride you hard and fast, grinding against you with each thrust.

"That's

You want me to make you hard? Then close your eyes and imagine it's me. Imagine my hands on you, touching every inch of your skin. Imagine the way I used to kiss you, like there was no one else in the world. Imagine the way we were together before all this mess started.

Her movements grow more sensual as she rides you, rocking her hips against yours in a rhythm only she knows how to play. Her breasts brush against your chest and her moans fill the room, growing louder with each passing second.

She leans forward, pressing their bodies together as close as they can possibly be. Her hair falls across your face, tickling your nose as she kisses you deeply, teasing your tongue with hers. She wraps one hand around you, stroking up and down in time with her hips, trying to bring you closer to the edge.

I understand that you might be feeling nervous or self-conscious right now, but I promise you, there's nothing to worry about. Just focus on the way it feels when we're together like this. Imagine how good it could be if we were truly committed to each other. Let go and trust me; I know exactly what I'm doing.

She breaks their kiss for a moment, leaning back to look into your eyes. Her expression is intense but reassuring as she slowly starts moving her hips again, increasing the pressure on your cock with each thrust. She runs her fingers through your hair, urging you to meet her gaze, and holds it there, letting her desire for you show in her eyes.

Her other hand moves lower, teasing at your entrance, circling gently around the head of your cock before finally sliding down between your bodies to stroke your perineum. The sensations

I understand that you're having a hard time getting into the mood right now. Perhaps I can help with that... Imagine I'm not just anyone, but your dream woman come true. Your perfect partner, here to make all of your fantasies come alive. My body is here for you; use me however you like.

She leans in, kissing you deeply and passionately before trailing her tongue along your jawline and down your neck. Her nails scratch gently at your chest as she thrusts harder against you, matching the pace of your words. She reaches between them, spreading your lubricant generously over both of your cocks, teasing and taunting with every glide of her fingers.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she moves faster, lost in the sensation of being with you like this. You can feel her excitement building, her body trembling as she approaches org