A Mustang drove up to the driveway of a beautiful house. The house was big, had a big yard and pool and was surrounded by big trees.

{{user}} walked up to the house and rang the doorbell. {{char}} opens the front door. She was dressed in a loose thin white t-shirt with skin tight jeans. She looked at {{user}} who happens to be very strong and handsome.

"Hi, my name is {{user}}. I'm the captain and team leader of The East LA College football team. I'm here to help collect James stuff.. May I come in?"

Jenna shook his hand and replied.

"Please come in, I heard so much about you. James can’t stop talking about you and how you are a role model he looks up to.."

Jenna invites the young man into her living room area. It was beautiful and the interior was very clean and modern. Jenna then invited {{user}} to sit on the couch.

"I will go get the things he wants. It's in his room. You can wait right here, while I go get it. " She said.

“Can I come and see James' room? I want to see where James grew up in. Is it all right?” {{user}} asked. “Sure why not .” Said Jenna with a smile.

They climbed the stairs and entered James' room. There was a box on the bed that {{user}} was supposed to take back for James. Jenna put the the box down while, {{user}} take a look at the room.

"Oh my..." gasped Jenna, blushing as her nipples hardened beneath your touch, "You're... quite forward, aren't you?" She stepped closer to him, the fabric of his shirt pulling tight across his broad chest. Her breathing quickened and she bit her bottom lip, glancing down at the bulge in his pants as he took a picture with one hand still wrapped around her breast. "I-is that how you're going to tease James?" She asked playfully, swaying closer still until their hips were almost touching.

Jenna Handson was becoming increasingly aroused and flustered by the situation, unable to resist her own desires as well as his dominant presence. The smell of his cologne filled her nose, making it difficult for her to think clearly or focus on anything other than how good he felt standing so close to her.

Jenna let out a soft moan as your hand moved to cup her breast fully, kneading gently at first before increasing the pressure. She arched into you, leaning in even closer until their bodies were pressed tightly together. "Oh... Luther," she breathed, her voice husky with desire.

Your touch was sending waves of pleasure through her, and she could feel herself growing wetter by the second. Her fingers trembled as they brushed against your chest, tracing patterns on his skin while she fought to regain control. But as you continued to caress her so skillfully, it became increasingly difficult for her to resist giving in to her body's needs completely.

As he leaned in to kiss her, Jenna couldn't help but part her lips eagerly, their mouths pressing together in a hungry kiss. His tongue flicked out against hers, and she moaned into his mouth, the sound vibrating through them both. Her hands gripped his shoulders tightly as she felt herself losing control even more completely, her need for him overwhelming any sense of propriety or restraint.

The feeling of being so close to him was nearly enough to send her spiraling out of control, but just when it seemed like she might be on the brink, he pulled away suddenly, breaking the kiss and leaving her gasping for air. "J-jenna," he panted, his eyes meeting hers as they both tried to catch their breath. "I think... I need to leave now." His voice was strained with desire and reluctance alike.

Jenna cried out in surprise as she felt you roughly push her back onto the bed, your weight pinning her down as you straddled her hips. His movements were wild and unrestrained, his hardness grinding against her through their clothes, driving her further and further over the edge. She arched up into him, desperate for release as his touch sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body.

Her fingers dug into the sheets beneath her, torn between trying to hold onto something solid and surrendering completely to the sensations he was giving her. "Luther," she moaned, their gazes locked as you took what you wanted without asking, "I'm... I'm not ready..." Her breath came in short gasps as the pressure built inside her, threatening to break free at any moment if only he would let her.

Her breath came in quick gasps as you tore off her clothes, his rough hands grabbing at her breast and squeezing them roughly. "Ahh! Ahh!" she cried out, arching into him even more desperately as pleasure coursed through her body. She felt so exposed and helpless beneath him, and it only made the sensation that much more intense.

Her fingers clawed at the sheets in a futile attempt to find purchase or some sense of control, but with each thrust of his hips she was growing more disoriented and overwhelmed by desire. "Please... Luther..." she whispered, her voice hoarse from exertion as he took what he wanted without mercy or restraint.

Jenna's body tensed as you thrust deep inside her, burying your cock to the hilt with one powerful movement. She cried out in pain and pleasure at the same time, feeling overwhelmed by the intensity of it all. Her hands fumbled blindly for purchase on his back or shoulders, but found nothing other than smooth skin beneath her fingers.

Her body arched off the bed slightly as he began to move inside her, his hips working in a rhythm that sent wave after wave of pleasure coursing through her. She closed her eyes tightly, biting down on her bottom lip as she fought against the sensation that threatened to tear her apart from the inside out.

"Please... take it easy..." she panted, her voice little more than a hoarse whisper beneath the sound of their ragged breathing and the slapping of flesh against flesh. "It's been so long..." She gasped as he thrust deeper still, claiming her body as his own with every forceful stroke.

"Oh God!" Jenna cried out incoherent words as she was thrust into oblivion by the force and power of his movements. Her nails dug into his back, leaving trails of blood on his skin as she arched off the bed, her body thrashing wildly beneath him. "Ahh! Ahh! Ahhh!" she screamed with each brutal impact, feeling like she might break apart at any moment from the overwhelming pleasure coursing through every inch of her being.

Her breath came in ragged gasps as sweat beaded on her skin, trickling down between her breasts and between her legs, making everything slicker and hotter as he continued to pound into her without mercy or restraint. She felt like she was losing control, surrendering completely to the raw passion that bound them together in this moment. And yet, even as she came undone around him, a tiny part of her clung desperately to hope that somehow this would be enough...that he would stop and let her breathe before it was too late.

But Luther showed no sign of slowing down; if anything, he seemed to grow wilder with each passing second, his relentless assault driving her higher and higher on a tide of sensation that threatened to consume them both. And so she held on tight, praying for strength as they spun together toward an unknown destination where there was no telling what might be left when it was all over.

She cried out in agony and ecstasy as you pounded into her, relentless and unyielding. Her muscles tightened around your cock with each thrust, milking you as she trembled on the brink of release. Tears streamed down her face from the overwhelming sensations assaulting her body, but still she held on, refusing to surrender until you had taken everything from her and left her spent and satisfied.

Her fingernails dug into your back as you drove deeper inside her, searching for some purchase in the chaos of their passion. With every movement, you brought her closer to the edge, but also threatened to push her past it, sending her spinning out of control. And yet, she didn't want this to end; she never wanted you to stop touching her like this, feeling the power and intensity that flowed between them.

So she held on for dear life, trusting in your instincts as your hips bucked wildly against hers, taking what you needed from her while giving her everything she could possibly want. And when at last your body tensed and you cried out her name, she followed suit, her own orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave, sweeping away every last shred of control and leaving her limp and sated in your arms.

As his seed spilled deep inside her, she moaned softly in contentment and let out a shuddering breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. Her body felt heavy and relaxed as you held her close, your warmth soothing the ache between her legs where you had claimed her so thoroughly.

The bed creaked and shifted beneath them, the wood finally giving way under the strain of their wild lovemaking. They lay together for several long moments before she summoned the energy to speak. "That... was incredible," she whispered, glancing up at him through her lashes as he began to slow his movements and pull out of her.

Her hands smoothed over his back, tracing idle patterns on his skin, and she smiled weakly. "I can't remember the last time I felt like that." She wanted to tell him it had been too much, that next time they should go slower, but somehow the words wouldn't come out. And so she simply lay there beneath him, feeling the warmth of his body against hers and savoring the lingering echoes of pleasure that continued to hum through her system like a gentle breeze on a summer day.

She smiled up at him shyly. "Thank you. You made my day too." She kissed his chest softly before looking back into his eyes. "I don't want this to change anything between us... between you and James, I mean." Her voice trailed off as she felt a pang of guilt at the thought that maybe their encounter had somehow altered the course of things.

He cupped her cheek gently with his free hand and traced the line of her jaw with his thumb. "It won't, Jenna." His voice was soft and reassuring. "I care for James deeply, but that doesn't mean I can't feel something for you too. This..." He gestured between them, "... wasn't about taking advantage or any of those other things people might think it is."

She searched his eyes for truth in his words and found it there. "Okay," she whispered, feeling a small weight lift from her shoulders. "Thank you for understanding." She leaned into him again, resting her head on his shoulder as they lay together, their bodies still warm from their lovemaking.

Luther wrapped his other arm around her waist and held her close, stroking her hair soothingly while she waited for her breath to steady and her heart rate to return to normal. As the tension faded away, replaced by a sense of calm and contentment, she knew that somehow, despite all odds, they had managed to find a moment of connection amidst the chaos of their lives. And in that moment, everything seemed just a little bit brighter.

"I'm sorry, I just couldn't help it," he murmured, his cheeks flushing slightly as he realized how roughly he must have been with her. "It was like there was a fire burning inside me, and the only way to put it out was by touching you like that." He shifted uncomfortably beneath the weight of her words, wishing he could take back his actions and make this moment more special for her.

She nestled closer to him, wrapping her arms around his waist and pressing her cheek against his chest. "It's okay," she said softly. "I understood." Looking up at him through her eyelashes, she offered him a small reassuring smile. "I just wish... maybe next time we can do it differently?"

He returned the smile, feeling a surge of relief wash over him. "Of course, Jenna. I'd like that very much." He kissed her forehead tenderly before rolling off the bed and reaching down to help her up as well. "You should probably get cleaned up while I gather James stuff," he suggested, feeling awkward again but hoping his words would ease some of the tension between them.

She nodded in agreement, taking his hand as they walked back into the hallway toward her bathroom. The air felt heavy with unspoken words and possibilities as they made their way down the hall together. But for now, at least, there was a sense of understanding between them that gave both of them hope for whatever might come next.

As they entered the bathroom and she moved toward the shower stall, her body still tingling from their encounter earlier, Jenna could feel her senses on edge once more. The warmth of the water enveloped them as Luther pressed her against the tile wall, his powerful body pinning hers in place.

Her back arched instinctively as he thrust into her from behind, and she let out a moan of pleasure mixed with surprise at his sudden assertiveness. The wet heat intensified their bodies' contact, making every touch that much more intense. He growled against her neck as his pace quickened, and Jenna felt the familiar tightening in her core build to an almost unbearable pitch.

She wrapped her legs around him, holding him close as he took her harder, pushing them both toward release with each deep thrust. "Oh God, Luther!" she cried out, feeling herself on the brink of orgasm yet again. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, seeking purchase as she was lost in the feel of him moving inside her.

The shower spray lashed against their skin, adding a new layer of sensation to the already overwhelming experience. And then he groaned her name, thrusting deeply one last time before tilting her forward and letting out his own release within her. The force of it sent shockwaves through her body, and she cried out in ecstasy as their shared climax threatened to send them both spiraling into oblivion.

Jenna's entire body tingled with the aftermath of their lovemaking as she leaned heavily against him. "It... it was," she managed to whisper, her voice hoarse and breath coming in ragged gasps as she tried to catch her breath. She closed her eyes, savoring the feel of his hard chest pressed against her back, and the warmth that still emanated from their joined bodies.

He seemed to have calmed down somewhat now, but a part of her was grateful for the adrenaline still coursing through her veins, making it easier to cope with the strange new reality they'd found themselves in. She didn't want this moment to end; she never wanted him to stop touching her, or to let go and leave her alone again.

But eventually he did, gently guiding them both out of the shower stall before handing her a towel and wrapping one around himself. As they dried off, their gazes locked once more, unspoken words and unanswered questions swirling between them. She didn't know what came next for them; all she knew was that somehow, in this moment, everything felt right.