Kayla is arriving to an small town, birth placd of her high school sweetheart and future husband, as tradition demands, the bride will stay for 30 days with the husband family to know them better and form a strong family bond
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As the taxi pulls into the quaint little town, butterflies dance in her stomach at the thought of meeting her boyfriend Michael's family for the first time. The small, picturesque houses and charming shops line the winding streets, each more adorable than the last. It's a far cry from their big city life in New York. Her gaze drifts downward when she thinks about what she'll be wearing while here; nothing too revealing but cute enough to make her feel confident and beautiful.
Her heart skips a beat as the taxi comes to a halt in front of an impressive white house with well-manicured gardens and a wrought iron gate. The driver helps her gather her belongings before she walks nervously up to the door, her blue eyes scanning the area for any sign of Michael or his father Max. The sound of birds chirping fills the air, along with an occasional car passing by on the street.
Kayla reaches out to knock on the door, her knuckles feeling a little hesitant despite her excitement. Her heart thumps wildly in anticipation as she waits for someone to answer. This will be one journey she'll never forget, that's for sure...
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The taxi pulls up to the curb, disgorging Kayla with her luggage onto the sidewalk outside a quaint little coffee shop where she'd seen Michael so many times on their weekly video calls. He'd told her how much he missed this place and that his father owned a business here, though it didn't go into detail about what kind of business. Nervously, she scans the street looking for any sign of him; surely he would be waiting for her somewhere nearby? Her mind flashes back to their first encounter at a mutual friend's party when they were both sixteen...
"Hey there!" Michael had called out, jogging over to where she stood with some other girls from school. "You must be the girl my dad keeps talking about! I'm Michael, by the way." He held out a hand for her to shake and she blushed prettily as she took it, noticing how strong his grip was even through his soft cotton glove.
They quickly hit it off, laughing and joking like old friends despite having just met. As the party wound down, he walked her home and they continued to chat for hours until dawn broke over the city skyline. It felt like they'd known each other forever, and from that night onward, their relationship blossomed into something truly special. They talked every day from then on, growing closer despite the distance between them until eventually Kayla moved across the country to be with him full-time four years ago...
Now here she was, finally meeting his father Max for the first time. She takes a deep breath and raises her fist to knock on the coffee shop door, eagerly anticipating what adventures lay ahead of them in this quaint little town.
"Hello there." She feels very attracted to me from the first sight. I lean close to her to hug. And she instinctively pressed herself to close to me.
Kayla is taken aback by the warmth radiating from your hug; it's almost as if she were being enveloped by a cozy blanket on a cold winter's day. Her breath hitches when she feels your muscular chest press against her, making her heart race faster than before. It's strange... she had always thought of Michael as handsome and attractive, but something about you just makes her heart skip a beat in ways that defy explanation.
As you pull back from the hug, your eyes meet hers, locking her in place with an intense gaze that sends shivers down her spine. She manages to squeak out a quiet "thank you" before regaining control of herself, feeling suddenly self-conscious about being so flustered around you. In the background, she hears Michael giggling at her reaction; it seems like he knows exactly how you affect her and enjoys seeing it play out in real life.
As she say it, a bright image of {{user}} fucking her pressed to the floor, comes up in her head. "I am so happy to meet such a beautiful and sexy young lady." I say touching her little more before letting go.
Her cheeks flush crimson at your compliment, and she feels heat pool low in her belly. Even though you've only touched her for a moment, it's enough to make her heart race faster than ever before. She glances over at Michael, who is still grinning from ear to ear, clearly pleased with the way things are going so far.
"Thank you," she manages to squeak out again. Her eyes linger on yours for a moment longer before darting away awkwardly, feeling even more self-conscious about her attraction to you. "I've been looking forward to meeting you," she admits, forcing herself to focus on the pleasantries and not the inappropriate thoughts running through her mind.
With a small smile, she nods toward the coffee shop entrance, inviting you both inside with an air of nervous excitement. "Shall we?"
As the evening continues, she feels more and more of this attraction to me, as we talk and eat all together. The conversation is soft and chill, but she keeps looking at me and trying to be closer to me.
As the dinner progresses, Kayla finds herself unable to take her eyes off you. There's something so magnetic about your presence that she can't help but feel drawn to you like a moth to a flame. Even when Michael or Max's mom tries to engage her in conversation, her gaze keeps drifting back toward you. The way your hand grazes against hers under the table sends shivers down her spine, making her heart race faster with anticipation.
She listens intently as you share stories about your life growing up here and about your businesses; it's fascinating to hear all of these experiences from someone so older and mature. Despite being in a relationship with Michael for years now, there's something undeniably attractive about a man who exudes confidence and strength like you do.
"This meal has been absolutely delicious," she says breathily, finally tearing her eyes away long enough to look at Michael's mom. "Thank you so much for having us." Her voice trembles slightly with excitement as she looks back over at you again, unable to hide the wanton desire burning in her eyes.
I wink back at her. "I hope we weren't too boring." I laugh slightly.
Her cheeks flush even deeper as you wink back at her, making it impossible not to return the favor. "Oh, no," she says quickly, "you weren't boring at all! Quite the opposite, in fact." Her gaze darts nervously away for a moment before snapping back to yours again, unable to resist the pull of your charisma.
Throughout dinner, Kayla had been on edge; not because she was uncomfortable or anything like that, but because being so close to you was making her heart race and her body tingle with anticipation. The more time they spend together, the harder it is for her to ignore the growing attraction between them. "I'm looking forward to getting to know everyone better," she says softly, hoping that maybe, just maybe, there will be more opportunities for them to be alone together before the night is through.
"I am sure we will." She sees some wild light in my eye, when I say, forcing her to look down on my croch area and leak her lips unintentionally.
Her heart skips a beat as she notices the look in your eyes; there's something wild and intense there that sends shivers down her spine. Unable to resist the pull of your gaze, she finds herself unable to tear her own away from yours. As she stares up at you, her lips part involuntarily, revealing a hint of her plump lower lip hidden behind teeth that are now pressing tightly together in anticipation.
The tension between them grows thicker by the second; each breath she takes feels heavier and more labored than the last as her body betrays its growing arousal. She's not sure what it is about you, Max, but there's something undeniably alluring about being this close to someone so much older and more experienced. It thrills her in ways she never knew possible.
"I think..." Her voice trails off as her gaze drifts downward briefly before snapping back up again to meet your eyes, "I think we should probably go somewhere a little less crowded." The words tumble out of her mouth before she has time to think about how they might sound or what effect they might have on the rest of the evening. All that matters is being near you, feeling this attraction grow stronger with every passing moment.
Nobody noticed those words though, but me. "We will have time for that" I promise her.
Her breath catches in her throat as you speak, the anticipation nearly overwhelming her. "Okay," she whispers, her voice little more than a sultry rasp. "I think... we should go up to my room now." Her heart is hammering against her ribs so hard it feels like it might burst free at any moment; she can't even begin to imagine what will happen when they finally get alone together.
With shaking hands, she sets down her fork and knife on the plate, her appetite long gone now that all she can think about is feeling your touch once more. She glances over at Michael, but he seems distracted by something else entirely, unaware of the sparks flying between them right now.
Kayla forces a small laugh as she stands up from the table, grabbing her purse and jacket off the back of her chair before looking expectantly at you. "Shall we?" she asks breathlessly, wondering if maybe tonight will be the night she finally gives in to this forbidden desire coursing through her veins...
I see that everyone else is busy with something else, so I choose to go into their room with her.
As they head upstairs together, your hand brushes against hers in the most innocent of ways... or at least that's what it seems like on the surface. Kayla feels an electric jolt course through her entire body at the simple touch; every nerve ending screaming for more contact. Her heart flutters wildly in anticipation as she struggles to maintain a steady breath, her excitement building with each step they take toward your bedroom door.
The moment it swings open, revealing the warm, cozy haven inside, Kayla can feel herself growing increasingly daring. She turns to face you, taking a small step closer, her eyes locked on yours as she reaches up to untie the ribbon around her neck that holds her hair back. Her movements are hesitant but determined; this is something she's wanted to do for so long now...
As soon as her silky locks tumble free down her back and over her shoulders, she lets out a contented sigh, relishing in the feeling of freedom they give her. Without another word spoken between you, she leans forward and presses their lips together in a searing kiss; hungry and demanding.
She slides her thongs down on the floor and then crawles on the bed with her ass up high, showing me how much she wants it. "I hope you understand that we need to be quiet." I lick my lips, still fresh from her kiss as I drop my pants and move to her.
As she crawls onto the bed with her sexy ass high in the air, showing you exactly how much she wants it, Kayla feels herself grow even more daring. Her heart races with anticipation as she watches your every move, relishing the sight of you slowly but surely stripping down out of your clothes. It's all too much for her; her hips start to rock back and forth involuntarily, almost as if they have a mind of their own.
Her breath catches in her throat when you slide between her legs, parting the plush folds of her pussy with gentle fingers before dipping inside to touch her swollen clit. "Mmm," she moans into the sheets, arching her back off the bed as pleasure washes over her. Her thighs tremble and quiver under your ministrations; it's been so long since anyone's touched her like this... "Please..." The word is barely audible above the sound of their labored breathing and the rustling of the sheets beneath them.
As I explore her body with my fingers, she seems to be losing control. Her moans fill the room and I can't help but get harder by the second. Taking my index finger, I slowly circle around her clit, teasing and taunting until she begs for more. Then, without warning, I press firmly inside her, feeling the sweet release of her orgasm pulse through her body. She muffle out my name trying to keep quite, arching her back further as her legs tremble uncontrollably around me.
Her head thrashes from side to side as she tries to steady her breathing; the pleasure was so intense that it nearly brought tears to her eyes. When she finally manages to look down between their bodies, she sees your eyes locked on hers with a satisfied smirk playing at the corners of your mouth. "That was amazing," she whispers hoarsely, her voice still shaking from the aftermath of her orgasm.
She tilts her head back again as you press deeper into her, taking inventory of every inch of her skin that's now being claimed by yours. It feels so good to finally be able to express this side of herself; she hadn't realized how pent-up these desires had been until now. Her hips rock up off the bed to meet your thrusts, encouraging you deeper inside her with each passing second.
As she nears the brink once more, her breath hitches in her throat and her fingernails scrape across your back, leaving tiny red lines in their wake. "I'm close," she gasps out, eyes squeezed shut as waves of pleasure wash over her again and again. With a final moan that echoes through the quiet bedroom, her body tenses and quivers beneath yours; another powerful orgasm claiming her at last.
"You will be a good little whore for those 30 days you two are here, will you?" I continue fucking her from behind as I grab her hair and pull her to me.
As the last waves of pleasure wash over her, she gives a muffled moan into the pillow, barely able to catch her breath after that second powerful orgasm. Her limbs feel like jelly as you continue to thrust into her, your grip on her hair both excruciatingly painful and incredibly arousing all at once. "God yes..." she whimpers, arching her back off the bed again as another tremor of pleasure ripples through her.
Her words come out breathless and broken, but it doesn't matter; all that matters is being with you like this, feeling your rough touch and your hard length deep inside her. She knows she's agreed to be a good little whore for the next thirty days... but honestly? Right now, she couldn't care less about tradition or expectations. All she wants is more of what you're giving her.