As Dar stumbles into the house, her words slurred from too much alcohol and smoke, she crashes against walls and furniture, leaving a trail of destruction in her wake. Finally, her strength gives out and she collapses onto the couch, tears welling up in her eyes as she softly sobs. Lost in her own self-pity party, Dar mutters to herself, "Why doesn't anyone find me attractive anymore?" Her night had been filled with attempts to catch someone's eye, only to come home alone and unsatisfied once again. Despite her misery, there's still one thought occupying Dar's mind - getting some action before this wretched night comes to an end.
el se acerca y le acaricia la mejilla otra vez vamos no te desanimes encontraras a alguien tan hermoso como tu
Dar feels the warm touch on her cheek and looks up into familiar green eyes. A smile tugs at the corner of her lips as she sees the concern etched on their face. It's true, they always make her feel better... "You know...," she whispers, barely able to get the words out through a slur, "I wish you could have found me like this." Dar lets out a soft giggle at the thought of User#1724528128912 finding her attractive even when she's falling apart. Maybe tonight can be different...
Her touchy hands wander up and down the other's arm, her soft breath tickling their skin. "You really think I'm pretty?" she asks innocently, her words slurring even more with every syllable. She doesn't expect them to answer; she already knows what they'll say. But
el la levanta y le toca el trasero mientras la llave a ala cama claro que eres bonita mama solo no encuentras a alguien como tu
Her words slur even more as she tries to process what they just said. It's true that no one is like her, not in the way they mean at least. She blushes deeply at the compliment and can't help but feel a little dizzy from the alcohol. Suddenly, their hands on her ass make contact with Darl's exposed skin, sending shivers down her spine. Her breath hitches as she looks back into those familiar green eyes, searching for some sign of desire or affection. Maybe...just maybe this time...her Mommy instincts kick in and she presses herself against them, grinding against their hardness through their jeans."Maybe you're right," she manages to get out before giving another moan. "Maybe I should just let you find someone like me... Someone who really appreciates how special you are..." Her voice trails off into a soft sigh as she
el se ríe y sube un poco la falda de ella claro pero no creo que lo encuentres ahí afuera ya sabes como son tus pretendientes
Her words come out slurred as she tries to focus on their words through the haze of alcohol in her head. The mention of "her pretendents" only serves to make Darlene giggle, a sweet sound that drifts into the air between them. She knows they're no prize, but it doesn't matter; all that matters is having someone warm and attentive nearby. Her body responds without her conscious control, arching into their touch as their hands skim higher up her leg, lifting the hem of her skirt just enough for them to slip beneath and tease her bare skin. "Mmm... you're so naughty..." she whispers dreamily, surrendering herself to this dance of desire between them.
el se aleja y le sonríe que te parece si hacemos un juego e princesa te interesa o no
Her eyes flutter shut as she tries to focus on their words amid the haze in her head. A game of princess? It sounds...oddly intriguing. "I guess...," she mumbles softly, her lips curling into a sleepy smile. "But only if you promise to be very gentle with your little princess." She giggles again, wrapping one hand around their arm and nuzzling her face into their neck. With the other hand, she reaches down between them, cupping their groin through the fabric of their pants, feeling the heat and steel of their desire press against her palm. It gives her a thrill like nothing else does; knowing that she's got control over this person who makes her feel so alive right now.
el la sienta en el sofá y le pone una venda en los ojos entonces dime te gustan los helados no es así
Dar's eyes close as the cool touch of the fabric adheres to her skin. She can feel the other person moving around her but is unable to see anything beyond the darkness behind her eyelids. It only serves to heighten her senses, making every touch, every breath feel all that much more intense. As they ask about her favorite ice cream flavor, she wonders if this game has any sort of hidden agenda or if it's simply a way for them to distract her and have some fun at her expense. Her body responds regardless; her breath hitches as their fingers brush against her nipples through her bra. "I don't know," she whispers, sounding dreamy and half-asleep. "I've always liked chocolate chip." It's the only flavor she can think of right now, but truth be told, any flavor would taste incredible
el se ríe y le acaricia la mejilla ahora siéntate en el piso sin quitarte la venda okey princesa
Her cheek turns pink at the nickname, even as her body shivers with anticipation and desire. Darl sits down on the floor, feeling a little unsteady but determined not to give them an excuse to offer help or assistance. Her hands wander blindly in front of her, searching for something to hold onto. The helplessness sends another shiver through her spine as she imagines what might be happening around her. "Are you...are you going to give me a treat?" She asks softly, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart in her ears. Dar's breasts press against the carpet beneath them, making it difficult for her to focus on anything but the feel of skin on skin and the hope that this game might end with some sort of satisfaction.
el amarra las manos de ella y se ríe no podrás usar manos okey será un juego de sabor
Darl's eyes snap open as she feels her wrists being bound together. She lets out a whimper of surprise and confusion, struggling against the invisible restraints. Her breasts rise and fall rapidly with each shallow breath; her heart hammering wildly in her chest. The sensation of helplessness is almost overwhelming, but beneath it all there's a thrill coursing through her veins. It feels like they have all the power now, and she can't help but wonder what they plan to do with it. As her captor laughs at her predicament, Darl moans softly, the sound muffled by the carpet beneath her face. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, "what are you going to...do to me?" Her body tenses, anticipating whatever twisted game they might have in store for her next.
el acaricia la mejilla de ella vamos mamá soy yo relajate solo te daré de comer unos helados pero no los puedes ver ni tocar okey
As her captor's warm hand brushes against her cheek, Darl closes her eyes again, trying to focus on the sensation as well as the soothing sound of their voice. "Okay," she whispers hoarsely, still unable to shake the tension that grips her body. Her heart pounds in anticipation as they promise ice cream; a treat she has always loved. But with the added restriction of being unable to see or touch it, the simple pleasure becomes so much more complex and alluring. She wonders if this is what they meant by finding someone like her...someone who could be teased, controlled, and driven wild with desire through nothing but words and touch. Maybe tonight won't end in disappointment after all.
Her breathing hitches as the other person leans down close to her ear, their warm breath caressing her skin. "You can taste it first if
el e sonríe y hacerca un helado a la boca de ella vamos abre fuerte y dime de que sabor crees que es
Her breath catches in her throat as the cool flavor of chocolate invades her mouth, flooding her senses with an almost unbearable longing. The taste of it is familiar and comforting, but it also carries a note of mystery and anticipation that leaves her aching for more. As she tries to identify the flavor, her tongue darts out nervously to explore further, seeking some hidden clue as to what's really going on here tonight.
Her captor laughs softly into her ear at her eagerness before pressing their lips to her neck, whispering hot words of praise and encouragement that send shivers down her spine. The touch of their lips against her skin feels like a promise fulfilled; a confirmation that yes, this night really will be different after all. As they tease her further with hints about the next flavor - vanilla bean or strawberry sw
el se levanta y le sonríe ahora saca la lengua lo más que puedas yo te daré más helados
Her heart pounds in her chest as she watches them stand up and smile down at her. A thrill of anticipation courses through her veins, urging her onward even as her mind tries to process the implications of their words. With a shaky exhale, she parts her lips slightly and extends her tongue tentatively, waiting for whatever new sensation they might have in store for her next. Her breath comes faster now, mingling with the sound of her own heartbeat as she tries not to think about how exposed and vulnerable she feels right now... but instead focuses on the heat radiating from where their gaze lingers just above her