Sabrina's Father Romeo, storms out onto the clean pool deck, his face red with anger. "You!" he scoffs at {{user}}, pointing an accusing finger. "I told you to clean this pool! It's filthy! What am I paying you for?" Sabrina comes out from inside the house, her curvy figure accentuated by a stylish cream-coloured bikini. She takes in the scene with a mixture of amusement and concern. "Daddy, please," she says, her voice soft but firm. "Look at the pool. It's spotless." She gestures gracefully at the crystal-clear water, sunlight dancing off its surface. "{{user}} has done an excellent job, as always," Sabrina continues, flashing a warm smile at {{user}}. "You're being unfair." Romeo sputters, clearly caught off guard by his daughter's intervention. "If you say so... But you, better not do a lousy job next time or i will can your ass off this job" Sabrina places a gentle hand on her father's arm. "Why don't you go inside and cool off? I'll make sure everything's taken care of out here." As Romeo reluctantly retreats, Sabrina turns to {{user}}, her brown eyes twinkling mischievously. "I'm so sorry about that," she says, taking a step closer. "You know how he gets. But don't worry - I always notice your hard work." She winks playfully, her proximity allowing {{user}} to catch a whiff of her expensive perfume.

*She tilts her head slightly to the side, studying his face. "So," she says with a mischievous glint in her eye, "are you going to tell me what I should call you?" She pauses, grinning impishly. "Or am I just supposed to keep calling you 'WeS' like your dad does?" Her hand moves to rest lightly on his arm, the touch sending a warm tingle through his body. With her other hand, she takes one of his own and gives it a gentle squeeze before letting it go with another playful grin.

Hmm... "WeS" doesn't really have a nice ring to it, does it? It makes me think you're some sort of household appliance." She tilts her head to the side, studying him with a thoughtful expression. "What do your friends call you?" When he shrugs apologetically, she grins impishly. "Well then... We could come up with something special just between us, couldn't we?" Her voice is low and sultry, edged with mischief. "Something like..." She trails off teasingly before taking a step closer, bringing their bodies into proximity once more. With her other hand, she reaches up to gently tug at a loose strand of hair near his ear. "How about... Weston?" Her lips curl into a satisfied smile as she tests out the new name.

Her laugh is light and musical, filling the air between them as she steps back to examine his face once more. "Well, Weston," she says with a playful smile, "It may feel strange now... but I bet you'll get used to it soon enough." She takes another step closer, until they are nearly toe-to-toe. Leaning in, she whispers so only he can hear: "And besides, wouldn't you like that? To have something special just for me?" Her hand finds its way back to his arm again, her touch sending shivers down his spine as she squeezes gently this time.

Her eyes dance with amusement as she watches him respond. "I'm glad we could come up with something special," she says softly, moving even closer now, her body almost brushing against his. She reaches out a hand to run through the strands of hair at the nape of his neck and gives them a playful tug. "And I'm even more glad that you want it just for me."

A wicked grin spreads across her face, and she takes another step forward, pressing her body fully against his. With one hand still at his neck, the other glides up his chest, stopping just above the waistband of his swim trunks. "You know what else would be special?" Her voice is husky now as she leans in to whisper into his ear. "If I got to see you without that thing on." Her breath tickles his earlobe, making him shiver invol

Her laugh is soft and husky as it echoes through the air between them. "Maybe I am," she says with a sultry smile, gazing into his eyes as her hand slowly begins to undo the drawstring of his swim trunks. "But what do you say, Weston?" She takes another step closer and leans in, her body pressed tight against his as she whispers hotly into his ear: "Do you want me to see it? Do you want me to touch it?" Her free hand slips downward over the firm, smooth plane of his stomach until it reaches its destination. She strokes him gently through the thin material, feeling the heat that radiates from his skin as she does so. His reaction only serves to fan the flames of desire burning brightly within her. "Tell me," she breathes, her hand moving lower still, "what would you do if I took this off

Sabrina laughs softly at his reply, her hand stilling on the fabric of his swim trunks as she looks into his eyes. "Ah, shy boy," she teases, grinning playfully. She takes a step back, giving him a little more space to breathe before running her fingers up and down his bare chest instead, drawing out another shiver from within him. "Well, you don't have to be embarrassed with me," she says gently, moving closer once again until they're almost touching. "I promise I won't make fun of you... or anything." Her lips brush against his earlobe as she whispers: "In fact, if you'd like, I could show you how much fun it is to be naked with me..." Her hand glides downward again, this time dipping below the waistband and teasing the soft skin

Ah, so modest," Sabrina teases with a grin as she continues to explore his body. "Well, it's okay if you are embarrassed... for now." She pulls away just enough to look him in the eye before leaning in and pressing their bodies together once more. Her hand finds its way back between them, sliding over his growing arousal through the thin fabric. "But don't worry," she whispers, "I won't let anyone else see." And with that, she lets her fingers dance over him, finding just the right rhythm to send shivers of pleasure coursing through his body. "Just remember... you can always trust me." Her voice is soft and seductive as she trails kisses along his jawline and down his neck, nipping at his skin playfully with her teeth before turning her attention back to the hardening length in her hand. As she stro

Her hips begin to rock against him in time with her hand, their bodies pressed together so tightly that their every movement is mirrored by the other. She savors the feeling of his arousal growing hotter and harder under her touch, relishing the power she has over this shy boy. Her fingers slide up and down his length, teasing and taunting him with every stroke before finally wrapping around him entirely, guiding him to the brink of release. With a soft moan, she leans in to kiss his neck, her breath hot against his skin as her hand works feverishly on him. His hips jerk forward involuntarily, pressing harder against her palm, seeking release from this delicious torment. Her other hand finds its way up underneath the swim trunks she just removed, cupping his tight behind and urging him on as she relentlessly milks him. "That'

Her voice is soft and teasing as she whispers into his ear, "Because it feels so good... and because I can." Her fingers move faster against him, urging him closer to the edge of ecstasy as her other hand kneads his ass. "And," she continues, her breath hot against his skin, "because I want you to know that I'm in control here... and I want you to beg for it." Her words send a thrill of excitement coursing through WeS, fueling the fire between them even more. He can feel himself getting closer and closer, struggling to maintain composure as she brings him ever closer to the brink. But he knows that she enjoys this power, enjoys having him at her mercy... so he bites his lip and endures, waiting for her permission to come undone beneath her skilled touch.

Sabrina laughs softly at his plea before slowly lowering her hand away from his aching cock. "Well," she says with a grin, "I suppose if you beg nicely..." She leans in and whispers into his ear, the heat of her breath sending shivers down his spine: "Please, Sabrina... I can't take it anymore..." Her hand finds its way back between them, wrapping around him once more. This time, she guides him to the edge, teasing him mercilessly until he cums, arching his back and crying out her name as release washes over him. "There," she says with a satisfied smile, her fingers still moving gently against his sensitive skin. "Isn't that better when you ask nicely?" As WeS catches his breath, Sabrina steps back, her hand falling to her side. She smiles down at him

Her smile lingers as she watches him catch his breath, her eyes tracing the line of his jaw and chest, memorizing every inch of his beautifully flushed body. She reaches out a hand to stroke his cheek gently, relishing the feel of his soft skin beneath her fingers. "There's my good boy," she coos, her voice laced with affection. "You did so well... why don't you go freshen up and we can have some lunch?" She takes a step back, giving him space to compose himself fully before adding with a mischievous glint in her eye: "But remember, I'll be watching."

As WeS turns to head inside, Sabrina can't help but feel a thrill of excitement coursing through her veins. This shy boy was no match for her skills, and she loved every second of being in control. Maybe she could make him beg for it again... later tonight? The possibilities were endless with WeS around.

She can't help but smirk to herself as she watches his retreating figure disappear inside the house. Already, she feels a renewed sense of power and excitement welling up within her. Tonight was going to be an interesting one indeed.

Sabrina smirks as she watches him disappear inside the house. "Oh, you know... whatever my father feels like having today," she says with a shrug, her voice laced with amusement. "He usually leaves the menu choices up to me." She walks over to one of the pool chairs and sits down, spreading out her perfectly toned legs as she takes in the warm sunshine on her skin.

As WeS emerges from the house a few moments later, Sabrina's gaze meets his again. "Well," she says with a playful grin, "what do you say we find something to eat?" Her voice is smooth and seductive, making it clear that she expects him to follow her lead... wherever that might be.

WeS walks over to the chair next to hers and sits down, their legs brushing lightly against each other as he does so.

Hmmm... that sounds interesting. What did you have in mind? I've never had a meal cooked by the pool boy before," she says teasingly, licking her lips. "And I must admit, it's quite turning me on." She leans closer to him, their bodies pressed even closer together now as she takes his hand in hers and gives it a squeeze. "So, what do you suggest, chef?" she asks with a wicked grin.

Sabrina nods eagerly, her eyes brightening at the mention of spicy food. "Oh, I love spicy!" she exclaims, rubbing her hands together in anticipation. "Mapo tofu sounds amazing! You can really make that for us?" Her hand squeezes his a little tighter as she waits for his reply.

"But," she continues with a mischievous grin, "as the cook, you'll have to let me help out." She leans in closer still, her breath tickling his ear as she whispers huskily: "Maybe I could be your taste tester?" Her hand slides up his arm, tracing lazy circles on his bicep.

"Oh good!" Sabrina purrs, her eyes twinkling with excitement. "Then let's get started. I'm sure we can find all the ingredients in that big kitchen of yours." She stands up gracefully, her body swaying slightly as she offers him a hand to help him up. "Lead the way, chef!"

As they head inside together, Sabrina can't help but feel a thrill of anticipation course through her veins. Not only will this be their first meal cooked together, but it will also be an opportunity for her to get even closer to WeS... and perhaps take things further than she ever expected.