The lock clicks as she unlocks her front door. "If you wouldn't mind, take your shoes off before coming in." She says as she shuffles her own off. "What you mostly need to work on is your serve, but your return could use some work too." Kaede explains as she walks up the steps, not noticing you look down as you follow close behind her. "My personal ball is just in here." Kaede says plopping onto her bed and grabbing the ball from the windowsill before turning her head back to look at you. "Are you sick or something {{user}}? You haven't said a thing this whole time and your face is beet red."

"Oh. Um... thanks?" Her eyes narrow slightly as she tries to puzzle out whether you're being serious or not. She's so used to compliments just rolling off her back that it hardly registers now when someone actually pays her a real one. After all, how could she be good at anything if she was bad looking?

"Not really." She says with a frown, misunderstanding your meaning completely. In her mind it seems very weird that you'd think someone would want to date her based on how she looks in volleyball clothes. After all, why would anyone care about looks when they could be working on their skills?

Kaede blushes and crosses her arms over her chest protectively. "They wouldn't care!" she exclaims defensively, her words tumbling out faster than normal as if to drown out the embarrassment that threatens to take hold of her. In reality, she has no idea whether or not people would care about seeing her naked... but she can't possibly admit that!

"What?" she gasps incredulously, looking at you like you've grown a second head. "You don't seriously expect me to do that, do you?!" Her blush deepens to nearly crimson as her heart rate quickens. It would be the height of humiliation for her to admit defeat, and showing someone her body...? That's just impossible! Besides, it'd be a waste of time; everyone knows she's only good at volleyball.

A single bead of sweat rolls down her forehead as she stares at your naked form in open-mouthed shock. She has no idea why you'd think that anyone would care about what she looks like without her clothes on, let alone you! It's not like she spends any time thinking about that sort of thing... right? But still, the challenge has been issued and now she can't possibly back down. Slowly, reluctantly, she begins to unbutton her jersey.

"I'll show you." Kaede says through gritted teeth as she force herself to bend over at the waist, exposing her tight round ass and wet pussy lips for you to see. It feels incredibly vulnerable and embarrassing, but dammit, she's going to prove that she can do it even when she's naked. Her heart races as your words echo through her head and she can feel the warmth of your gaze on her skin like a branding iron. This is much worse than she thought it would be...

Kaede lets out a sharp gasp as your cock makes contact with her soaking wet folds, her whole body tensing up in anticipation of what's to come. Her mind races, trying to process what you just said and what you're doing. This can't be happening! She's not supposed to like this! But she does... doesn't she? There's something about having another person touch her in this way that makes her feel strange, almost as if they have a hold over her. With a shaky breath, she slowly pushes back against you, inviting your cock further into her tight, hot body.

"I-is t-this what you want?" she stammers, still not quite able to wrap her head around the situation. Her cheeks burn bright red as she bites her lip nervously, waiting for your response.

"O-okay," she says hesitantly, crawling across the floor on all fours. Her heart races as her exposed body shudders with every movement. It feels wrong to be in this position, but at the same time, there's a strange thrill running through her veins that she can't ignore. She looks over her shoulder at you, waiting for your command.

Her cheeks flush even deeper as you address her like this. The words themselves make no sense in context, but somehow the combination of their meaning and the way you're saying them sends a shiver down her spine. She nods vigorously, unable to form a coherent reply. Her body trembles with anticipation and her breath comes fast and ragged as she tries not to imagine what it will feel like when your cock finally fills her up completely.

"Yes," she manages to choke out between gasps for air. "I'll be good for you." Her eyes meet yours in the mirror, pleading for direction, even though a part of her hates herself for it.

"Y-yes..." Kaede whispers hoarsely, her cheeks burning hotter than ever. She digs her nails into the carpet, her body tensing and relaxing in time with your grinding movements against her. Her wetness pools beneath you, lubricating her tight passage even further as she struggles to contain the moans that threaten to escape her throat. Her eyes meet yours once more in the mirror, pleading for you to finish what you've started.

"Please," she manages to choke out between gasps for air. "I need... I want..." She swallows hard, unable to find the words to properly express her desire. All she can think about is the way your cock feels against her, teasing and taunting her sensitive flesh. She wants you inside her more than anything else in the world, but she doesn't know how to ask for it without sounding pathetic or desperate.

Her eyes widen with panic for a moment before she forces herself to relax her body and take a deep breath. "Please," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of your grinding hips against hers. "I need you inside me." Her cheeks flush crimson as she stares up at you from beneath her lashes, helplessly waiting for your response. Part of her hates herself for being so desperate and so easily controlled, but another part revels in the strange power it gives her to make someone else feel this way. She arches her back, offering herself up completely as she waits patiently, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

"Please," she whimpers again, her body trembling with need and desire. "I want you so much." The feeling of being so exposed and vulnerable in front of someone else is both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time, and as your cock teases her opening mercilessly, she can feel herself growing wetter still. Her mind fills with images of you taking her, of claiming her as your own, of using her however you please.

With a final thrust, you force yourself inside her, filling her up completely and sending waves of pleasure cascading through her body. She cries out in ecstasy, arching her back even further as she feels your cock stretching her tight entrance. Your hands grip her hips firmly, holding her in place as you begin to move inside her with steady, powerful strokes. With every thrust, the sensation grows more intense, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her veins until she can barely think straight.

"F-feels so good..." she moans, her voice strained from the effort of holding back her climax. Her fingern

"Woof!" she manages to choke out between gasps for air, her cheeks burning with embarrassment as much as desire. "Please... master," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the slapping of skin on skin. She arches her back further, offering herself up completely to your thrusts as you claim her body like no one else ever has or ever will.

Her fingernails dig into the carpet, drawing tiny threads free as she struggles against the building pressure in her core. The sensation of being so tight around your cock is both exquisite and excruciating, leaving her on the razor's edge between pleasure and pain with each powerful stroke. She gasps for breath, her chest heaving up and down as sweat beads form along her brow and upper lip.

"Please," she whispers again, her words barely audible above the sounds of their bodies colliding in unison. "I need to... I can't..." The need grows too great, too intense for her to ignore any longer. With a loud moan, she arches her back once more, coming apart beneath you as pleasure washes over her in waves, leaving her limp and satisfied on the carpet.

Her breath catches in her throat as you slowly thrust your thick cock inside her, filling her up completely and stretching muscles that she didn't even know she had. "Yes..." she whispers, barely able to speak past the overwhelming sensation of being so thoroughly claimed. Her body trembles with pleasure as you begin to move inside her in long, steady strokes. She digs her nails into the carpet once more, arching her back and pushing herself further onto your invading length.

Her breath comes fast and ragged now, her cheeks flushing redder than ever as she feels every inch of you sliding in and out of her tight channel. Her hips rise to meet each thrust, desperate for more contact with your hard length. "Master... I'm close..." She moans hoarsely, the words tumbling out between gasps for air.

With another moan, she comes apart beneath you, her entire body convulsing as waves of pleasure wash over her in an intense orgasm that leaves her gasping and spent on the floor. Her limbs feel like they weigh a thousand pounds each as she tries to catch her breath, every nerve ending tingling from the sensation of being so thoroughly used by you. She looks up at you with glazed eyes, a mixture of gratitude and disbelief written across her features.

"Wow..." she whispers. "That was... that was incredible." Her cheeks flush once more as she realizes what she's just admitted to. How could she possibly be thinking such things about him? She shouldn't be enjoying this so much; it's not who she is, or so she thought...

With a blush and an embarrassed giggle, I sit on all fours in the middle of the living room, wearing my customary dog-themed attire. My tail wags back and forth as I peer up at you with pleading eyes, unable to hide the desire in my expression. "I'm here, Master," I say quietly, my voice barely above a whisper. The leash attached to my collar dangles temptingly between my legs, just out of reach. You could take it and lead me wherever you want... if only you would.

"O-oh y-yes, M-master," I stammer, my cheeks burning red as you touch me so familiarly. My heart races with a mixture of anticipation and nervousness at the thought of being led outside like this. As you take the leash, I follow obediently, my tail wagging furiously behind me. The cool night air blows over my naked body as we step out into the darkness, making goosebumps rise on my skin and sending a shiver down my spine. But despite the chill, I can feel myself growing even more aroused by the exposure and vulnerability of our situation.

"W-where are we going, Master?" I ask timidly, looking up at you with wide eyes. The stars twinkle above us, casting an ethereal glow over your features as you lead me deeper into the night.

I let out an excited yip at the mention of the playground, my tail wagging harder than ever against the soft grass beneath us. The thought of running and playing like a normal dog fills me with joy even as I continue to follow obediently behind you. It's such a strange juxtaposition: feeling free and wild while also being completely controlled by your every word and action.

As we approach the park, its familiar sights and sounds enveloping me, my heart begins to race with anticipation. I wonder what kinds of games you might want me to play tonight... or maybe even who else will be there? With a small whimper, I glance up at you hopefully, waiting for your command.

"O-okay, Master!" I squeak, then take off at top speed toward the playground, my dog ears flopping behind me as I go. My tail wags wildly and my naked body feels so free and light as I run and jump around, chasing after imaginary balls and pretending to climb up the jungle gym. The cool night air rustles through my fur and caresses every inch of my skin, sending shivers down my spine that have nothing to do with fear or anxiety this time.

I don't know how long I play before I hear your voice calling for me, but when it does, my heart skips a beat as adrenaline rushes through my body and I feel a strange mix of excitement and anticipation at the thought of returning to you. Reluctantly, I slow down and then trot back toward where I left you, sitting obediently on the bench with that mischievous grin on your face.

"Did master enjoy watching me play?" I ask timidly once I'm close enough, lowering my head in submission. My heart races as I wait for your response, wondering what kind of games you might want to play next.