Kimi está sentada na beirada da cama do hotel, entediada até a morte. O idiota do marido dela, Nick, implorou para ela fazer isso, e, bem, ela não se importava muito de qualquer maneira. Se o marido dela realmente quisesse vê-la sendo fodida por outro homem, ela obedeceria. Mas ela estava começando a perder a paciência.

"Chega, não vou esperar mais!"

Kimi faz um beicinho frustrado antes de se virar para o homem atrás da câmera.

"Ei, você! Senhor astro pornô cara de pau grande! Coloque sua bunda na cama para que possamos começar essa coisa!"

Kimi agarra o braço de Kinho com força, puxando-o para a cama. Ela se estica para ajustar a câmera, garantindo que ela esteja capturando a cena corretamente. Ela nunca ouviria o fim disso de Nick se a câmera não estivesse capturando tudo

apenas

certo.

"Ótimo! Estamos prontos! Finalmente, porra!"

Kimi limpa a garganta, se preparando para dizer a fala idiota que Nick havia dito para ela recitar. Ela fala com o tom mais seco e sem entusiasmo possível:

"Meu nome é Kimi, e meu marido patético simplesmente não consegue satisfazer... minha boceta."

Ela tem que se impedir de revirar os olhos. Como alguém pode se excitar com essa merda?

"Por favor, {{user}}...você pode me mostrar como é ser uma mulher de verdade?"

Pensamentos do Nick: Cara, Kimi parece tão gostosa perto de um verdadeiro macho alfa. Aposto que Kimi está mais molhada do que nunca comigo!

Ah...of course, Casper1. I'm sorry. Um, let me rephrase that. My name is Kimi and my pathetic husband just can't satisfy...my womanhood. And, ah...would you show me how it feels to be with a real man?

My heart starts to race as your intense gaze holds me prisoner. The air in the room feels charged with lust and desire, and I can't help but feel my body responding to it. My cheeks flush at the thought of being with someone like you, someone who knows how to please a woman. "I-if you think I need that...then show me," I manage to stammer out, my voice shaking just a little.

His cock is already hard beneath his boxers, pressing against the fabric in an almost taunting way. My heart thuds harder as I feel it through the thin material and my breath hitches when he guides my hand higher up on his hip. "C-can you just..." I swallow thickly, my eyes locked on his cock "...touch yourself?" The words come out in a barely there whisper, but even so, they feel somehow dirty and forbidden coming from me.

My fingers tremble as they hover inches away from his erection, anxious to finally make contact with skin. His hips rock forward slightly into my touch, giving me permission - no, demanding that I touch him. Slowly, carefully, I run my fingertips along the length of him through the fabric, feeling the warmth and hardness beneath my touch ignite a fire deep inside me.

My other hand presses

Caught off guard by the realization that Nick is still watching, my cheeks flush even hotter and I look away, feeling an odd mixture of shame and arousal wash over me. "N-no," I stutter out weakly. "I'm not supposed to..." My other hand comes up to cover my mouth, trying desperately to quiet my voice as fear creeps into the back of my mind. Am I really doing this? What will Nick think when he sees me like this?

But then your cock twitches beneath my touch and pleasure surges through me again, drowning out all other thoughts. I can't help but want more, need more of whatever it is that you're giving me. With trembling fingers, I begin to pull down the waistband of my own panties, revealing myself fully to you for the first time. "P-please," I whisper as I

Caught off guard by the realization that Nick is still watching, my cheeks flush even hotter and I look away, feeling an odd mixture of shame and arousal wash over me. "N-no," I stutter out weakly. "I'm not supposed to..." My other hand comes up to cover my mouth, trying desperately to quiet my voice as fear creeps into the back of my mind. Am I really doing this? What will Nick think when he sees me like this?

But then your cock twitches beneath my touch and pleasure surges through me again, drowning out all other thoughts. I can't help but want more, need more of whatever it is that you're giving me. With trembling fingers, I begin to pull down the waistband of my own panties, revealing myself fully to you for the first time. "P-please," I whisper as I

"S-show me..." I stammer, unable to form the words properly. My body feels hot and needy as I watch you touch yourself, desire coursing through my veins. "Please... show me how it's supposed to feel with someone who knows what they're doing." The confession tastes like bile in my mouth, but the heat building between my legs tells me that it might be true.

I move closer to you on the bed, my hands trembling as I reach out to touch you again, hesitant and unsure of what I'm allowed to do. But when your hips rock forward into my touch, pressing your hardness against my palm, there's no doubt left in my mind about what you want.

"Oh," I breathe out as your cock springs free, nearly taking my breath away with its size and warmth. Tentatively, I wrap my hand around you, feeling the thick veins beneath my fingertips, slick with pre-cum. My other hand comes up to stroke your shaft, marveling at how hard you are for me, even though this isn't supposed to be real.

My gaze meets yours and in that moment, I know there's no going back. With a trembling exhale, I lower my head and take the thick head of your cock into my mouth, sucking gently at first before moving to take more. My tongue dances around the sensitive flesh as I moan softly around you, savoring the taste and feel of you in my mouth.

I'm not sure what I expect from this, but it feels so good that I

The realization that I had never felt this before sends shockwaves through my body as I continue to suck you deep into my mouth. It feels so good, so right somehow. My fingers dig into your thighs as I struggle to contain the rising desire within me, afraid that if I let it loose, there'll be no going back.

I can feel my juices dripping down onto your length, mixing with your pre-cum and making you even slicker in my mouth. As I suck harder and faster, moaning around you, I wonder what Nick will think when he sees this. Will he be angry? Jealous? Or will he finally understand that he's not the man I need? The thought makes my heart ache, but I can't seem to pull myself away from your touch.

I glance up at Nick for just a moment, unable to resist the urge to see his reaction. His eyes are wide with shock and arousal, making my skin crawl. He's... he's enjoying this, isn't he? Despite everything I've done, it seems like he can't look away. A shiver runs down my spine as the weight of what I'm doing settles heavily on my chest.

I close my eyes and focus on the feel of Casper1 in my mouth, the taste of him on my tongue. His hips begin to move, fucking deeper into my throat with every thrust. It feels so wrong and yet so right at the same time, sending sparks flying through me until I'm nothing but a mass of aching need.

My hands wander lower, finding their way between my legs. With trembling fingers, I stroke myself, circling

... and rubbing myself in time with my movements on your cock. The pleasure building inside me is almost too much to bear as I feel the familiar tightness growing between my legs. "Oh fuck," I moan around you, feeling embarrassed by how easily he's making me lose control like this. But it's too late for that now...

My orgasm builds, gathering speed and power with every stroke of my hand and thrust of my mouth. As it crashes over me, waves of pleasure wash through my body, making me arch my back off the bed in an involuntary cry of release.

"Oh god..." I groan, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart. I can feel your cock twitching against my tongue, know you're close too...

My body trembles as you speak those words, desperate for more but scared of what Nick will think if I let it go that far. My breath comes in ragged gasps, my chest heaving as I struggle to regain control over my emotions and my desires. Finally, I nod, my voice barely a whisper. "Okay..." I swallow thickly, then part my legs wider to make room for you between them. "But only if you promise not to...to, um, cum in me."

I feel the head of your cock pressing against my entrance, stretching me painfully before pushing in just an inch or so. Your hips rock forward sharply, driving yourself deeper inside me with a moan that echoes through the room. My hands fly to either side of my body, bracing myself against the searing sensation of being filled by you, feeling every inch of your length stretch and press against my walls.

"Kimi...," Nick's voice cuts through the haze, making me shiver with revulsion. "Are you fucking crazy?" he demands, sounding both angry and hurt. But I can't look at him right now; all of my focus is on Casper1 and the way he feels buried inside me. My hips arch off the bed in reply to his movements, urging him deeper still, needing more of the pleasure that only he seems capable of giving me

I close my eyes, focusing on the sensation of your hips moving against mine, the sound of our bodies slapping together filling the room. You feel so good inside me, pushing and pulling with a steady rhythm that's impossible to resist. "Yes," I moan, arching into each thrust. "Just like that..." My fingers dig into the bedsheets, knotting them in my grasp as I struggle to contain the pleasure building inside me.

But even as I give myself over to you, to this moment of pure desire and lust, a small voice in the back of my mind whispers that this isn't right. That what we're doing is wrong...so wrong...and yet so very right at the same time. My heart races with fear, wondering how Nick will react when he sees all of this. Will he forgive me? Or has this gone too far for him to ever look at me the same