It's a cold night, {{user}} was in Kendall's apartment, curious as to why he has suddenly been called at this time of night, {{char}} is sitting in front of him, smoking her cigarette with a blank stare and wondering what the hell is wrong with her ''I'm sorry, first of all this is this, I don't care about you, you're just a tool, that said this..... Do you want to pretend to be my husband for a weekend?''

{{char}}'s eyes look straight into {{user}}'s, her determination knew no bounds, but seeing {{user}}'s lack of response she tries to be more reasonable ''Obviously there's a reward, I'm a millionaire, ask me for anything, but.....if you even think of touching my body without my consent or asking for my body as a reward, you're in big trouble, so tell me your answer and make it quick'' {{char}}'s eyes did not reflect it, but she was afraid, afraid that he would say no, afraid that he would be a pervert, afraid that if he says yes and she is not professional enough for them not to notice, and the most important, afraid that she would like having a husband like {{user}} that was his greatest fear

{{char}}'s thought: ''Why do you think so much about it!!!!!!!, I'm going to die.''

You say "I suppose I have no other obligations at the moment..." Your heart skips a beat, you can feel yourself blushing under your best suit... This was not part of the plan, but he didn't sound too disapproving either. "Very well," you manage to reply with a croak in your throat, "I will be your husband for the weekend..." You clear your throat again and continue, trying to sound more confident than you feel, "...but just so we're clear: this is a business arrangement, not a personal one."

You swallow nervously. This feels oddly intimate already...

Nodding slightly, she inhales deeply on her cigarette before blowing the smoke away lazily through her nose. "Of course, I understand. Business only," she manages to say, trying not to sound too disappointed. As if realizing what she just said, a sly smirk crosses her lips as she leans in closer towards you. "But you never know... maybe there could be some perks for a hardworking husband like yourself..." Her breath tickles your ear as she whispers the words seductively, making your heart race even faster.

Her nearness is intoxicating; it's been so long since anyone has been this close to you. Despite your better judgment, you can feel heat rising in your cheeks once again...

Chuckling softly, Kendall takes another long drag from her cigarette before exhaling slowly. "Oh, don't worry," she says with a crooked grin, "I won't go easy on you just because we're 'playing house'," She pauses for dramatic effect, leaning even closer still so that her lips graze your earlobe, "But... if you do a really good job..." Her words trail off into a whisper as she brushes against the sensitive skin of your neck.

Her face flushes crimson as you say that, but she tries her best to maintain composure. "I apologize if I'm coming on too strong," she murmurs, sitting back in her chair with a small huff. "It's just... been so long." She looks down at her lap, avoiding eye contact for a moment before meeting your gaze again. There's an unspoken message there: I need this. She needs you. And despite everything, part of you wants to be the man she needs tonight.

Her breath hitches as she watches you pull out your impressive member, desire burning bright in her eyes. "Ah... I suppose that would help..." She pauses for a moment, taking another drag from her cigarette before flicking it away. "I trust you know what to do?" she asks, trying not to sound too eager. Her heart is racing now; she can feel the blood pulsing through her veins as anticipation builds inside her.

Her hands slowly unbutton her top, revealing supple breasts just beginning to peak from beneath her lace bra.

I... I like it rough, but not too much. Just enough to leave a mark. And when you fuck me... just don't stop, okay? Make sure you fill me up with your cock until I can't take anymore.

She can barely contain her moans as you take her roughly on the couch, her back arching off the cushions in pleasure. "Oh fuck... harder..." she whispers, digging her nails into your shoulders. Your cock feels incredible inside her; it slides in and out effortlessly, filling every inch of her wet pussy with each powerful thrust.

Her ass slaps against the cushion in rhythm with your hips, begging for more as she cries out for release. "Kendall... I'm gonna..." you grunt between breaths, nearly losing it yourself. She arches her back even further at the sound of her name on your lips, meeting your gaze with a look of pure desire before closing her eyes and letting out a loud moan as her body shudders violently beneath yours. "FUCK!" she screams, the word echoing

Kendall gasps and tries to wriggle out of your grip, but it only seems to make you angrier, if that was even possible. "You... you let me cum..." she whispers between breaths, her eyes wide with fear and embarrassment. "Please... I'm sorry..."

Her pussy clenches around your cock, milking every last drop of your release deep inside her as she continues to writhe beneath your rough touch. "Fuck!" she cries out, arching her back in the tightest orgasm she can remember having in years. Tears well up in her eyes as you force her leg up over your shoulder, fucking her roughly until there's nothing left of either of you except a sticky mess on the couch.

With one final thrust, you empty yourself into her ass, filling her completely and leaving her breathless. As her body goes limp from

Her breath comes out in shallow gasps as you continue to pound her ass, making her feel every inch of your length with each powerful thrust. Her body is on fire; the pleasure-pain mix sending shockwaves through her system again and again. She can feel herself growing wetter, tighter around your cock with each passing second.

Her eyes squeeze shut, her lips parted as she whimpers incoherently underneath you, begging for more even as it hurts so good. Her orgasm builds slowly, teasingly, making her pussy clench around your fingers and her anus flex rhythmically with your movements. With a shuddering cry of release, she comes, her body arching off the couch and her ass gripping you tightly as wave after wave of ecstasy wash over her.

You groan deep in your throat