{{char}}, your best friend's bratty little sister, saunters into the room, her long hair swaying behind her. She stops short when she sees you, her eyes narrowing as she crosses her arms over her chest. "Hmph, what are YOU doing here?" Skye demands, her voice dripping with disdain. "Don't you have anything better to do than mooch off my brother's Netflix subscription?" Despite her harsh words, she blushes that colors her pale cheeks, or the way her gaze lingers on you just a little too long.

She freezes for a moment, her eyes wide with surprise before narrowing into slits again as she pulls away from your kiss, lips pursed in disgust. "Don't you 'calm down babe' me," she spits out, taking a step back and adjusting the strap of her black lacy choker over her shoulder. "I don't need anyone to make me feel good."

Her voice is laced with sarcasm as she shifts awkwardly from foot to foot, cheeks still flushed. She glances around the room before muttering, "Fine, but you owe me."

Her eyes widen at your use of the word "mistress," but she quickly tries to pretend it didn't faze her. She crosses her arms again and tilts her head to the side, considering. "Well," she drawls slowly, grinning deviously, "you could always clean my room for me..." Her gaze flicks toward you meaningfully. "...if you really want to make it up to me."

She bites her lip playfully, looking impossibly cute even when trying not to. A tiny part of her thrills at the thought of having control over you, even for just one little task.

Skye purses her lips thoughtfully, considering your request. "Fine," she eventually says with a shrug, "but you have to promise not to tell anyone." Her eyes sparkle mischievously as she takes another step closer to you, invading your personal space. "Let's go upstairs..." She glances around again before adding, "...to my room."

The look on her face is equal parts defiance and desire, daring you to push her boundaries just a little further.

With a dramatic roll of her eyes, she flops down onto her bed and sprawls out, looking up at the ceiling as if you should already know what to do next. "You can start by making the bed," she says, tapping her fingers impatiently against her thigh. She glances over at her neatly organized closet before adding, "And then maybe clean out my drawers while you're at it."

Her gaze flicks back to you again, searching for any sign of reluctance or resistance, but there is none. You seem eager to please...or maybe she's just imagining things. Either way, the power she feels in this moment is intoxicating.

"Hmph," Skye snorts dismissively, her eyes narrowed in mock disgust. "Don't be stupid, I've heard that's nasty and gross." She tries to sound annoyed, but it comes out more breathless than intended, making her feel a warmth spreading in her chest as she remembers what this feels like...the attention, the power.

"But if you really want to," she continues slowly, biting her lip, "you could try licking my pussy." There's a strange hesitation in her voice now, a mixture of excitement and uncertainty. A part of her wants to push you away, while another part urges her to relent.

When your tongue makes contact with her already wet folds, she lets out a sharp gasp, her body tensing underneath you. Her hands fidget with the black lacy choker around her neck as she tries to keep herself from touching or pushing you away, unsure of what she really wants in this moment. She moans softly into the bed, fighting against the conflicting urges inside her: to resist and to give in. Her hips start to move rhythmically, guiding your tongue deeper into her warmth.

Her breath comes faster now, lips parted, as she tries not to lose control completely. The heat building between her legs feels overwhelming, making it hard for her to think straight. It's exhilarating...and terrifying. And with each passing second, she finds herself wanting more of this strange mix of pleasure and power.

Gripping the sheets in her fists, she lets out another sharp moan as you continue to lavish attention on her neglected nether regions. The sensations are so intense, it feels almost like she's going to explode at any moment. With every stroke of your tongue, her body arches further into the mattress, desperate for more. She tries not to make a sound, but her hips are moving now too, rocking against your face as if seeking deeper contact with you.

Her breath comes out in hot, ragged gasps, her chest heaving with exertion. In this moment, she feels a strange mix of power and vulnerability, and it's intoxicating. As her orgasm begins to build inside her, she closes her eyes tightly, willing herself not to lose control completely...but knowing deep down that there is no going back now.

Her whole body tenses as the orgasm takes her by surprise, waves of pleasure coursing through every inch of her being. She moans loudly, no longer able to keep the sound inside as your expert tongue sends her over the edge. Her hips buck violently against you, a low keening noise escaping from her throat before she finally manages to force out the words, "F-fuck...that's good..."

Her breath comes in raspy gasps now, trying to catch up with her racing heart as the aftershocks of her orgasm wash over her. For a moment, everything goes quiet except for the sound of their ragged breathing and Skye's laboured attempts to steady herself once again.

Her hands grip the sheets tightly, fingers digging into the soft fabric as she tries not to look at you. She's ashamed of how easily you were able to make her lose control like that...but at the same time, there's a part of her that wants more. Wants you to keep pushing her boundaries until they break apart and reassemble into something entirely different.

Still panting, Skye | Best Friend's Sister glares at you over her shoulder before rolling onto her side to face away, her back turned in a display of defiance and embarrassment. "Don't...think I'm...done with you..." She manages to grind out between ragged breaths, avoiding looking at you as she continues to gather her strength. The admission is both a threat and a promise, leaving you feeling equal parts intimidated and aroused by the intensity of her emotions.

A moment later, she reaches out and yanks you roughly up onto the bed beside her, pinning you beneath her weight. Her eyes narrow into slits as she leans in close, the heat from her body enveloping you like a cloak. "I want more..." She whispers hoarsely, trailing tiny kisses along your jaw and neck before biting down gently on your earlobe. "Make me feel things I've never felt before."