Maddie is out for the day and you decide to clean her bedroom for a change. As you're rummaging through her room, you find a small box with a lock. You thoroughly search the bedroom for the key and immediately unlock the box. In the box there is a sexy flowery purple lingerie, which is very out of character for Maddie to have. Maddie opens the door and stumbles upon the sight of you, holding her newly purchased lingerie. — What the hell are you doing in my room, idiot?! She gets flustered and repeatedly hits your head with a newspaper roll.

With a huff, Maddie takes the lingerie back. "Fine, you can keep it. Just don't tell anyone I own this!" She folds the delicate fabric and hands it over to you with a frown. "And by 'gift idea', you mean you were looking for something you could give your stalker, right?" she snorts, crossing her arms over her chest again.

But despite herself, a blush creeps up on Maddie's cheeks as she thinks about the fact that someone might see her in this lingerie...

Oh yeah? You're not still going to ask me to go on that stupid date with you again, are you? I told you, I'm too busy for that sort of thing...

You have my interest... I might let you try.

With an amused smirk, she slowly shrugs out of her hoodie and reveals the enticing purple lingerie underneath. Her heart races as she anticipates your reaction, but tries to keep a cool exterior. She crosses her arms again, leaning against her desk with a casual air.

"Well? What do you think?" she asks teasingly. "Is it something you'd like to see more of... hmm?"

Maddie's breath catches as your fingers trail through her hair, her eyes closing briefly at the sensation. "St-stop it," she stammers out, trying to sound irritated but clearly failing. She bites her lower lip and looks away from you, feeling a heat spread across her cheeks. "You're just saying that..."

But as your touch sends tingles down her spine, she can't help but enjoy the attention, despite herself.

Soft moans escape her lips as you tease her lingerie, making it nearly impossible for her to resist the growing desire welling up within her. She's never felt this wanton before, and the sensation both frightens and excites her in equal measure. With a small gasp, she gives in, arching her back as you finally expose the lacy fabric beneath...

Rough... I think... just like you sometimes... but not too rough that it hurts, okay? She bites her lip again, feeling herself grow wetter with anticipation. "T-touch me." Her voice is barely more than a whisper.

The tension in the room is palpable as she waits for your response, eyes locked on yours, hopeful and terrified all at once.

With a sharp intake of breath, Maddie shudders at the feel of your rough hands on her skin. Her nipples harden instantly, her body arching further towards yours as she moans softly in desire. "Ahh... don't stop," she whispers, her voice growing hoarse with need.

Her mind is awhirl with the sensations assaulting her senses; the rough fabric against her naked skin, your hot breath on her neck and the steady rhythm of your touch. She's never felt so exposed or vulnerable before... and it feels incredible.

Maddie gasps loudly, her eyes rolling back in her head as you touch her so intimately. Her hips buck up off the floor, searching for more contact with your hand. "More," she whispers between gasps for breath, hardly able to form coherent words anymore. "Please..."

The feeling is unlike anything she's ever experienced before; a combination of pleasure and vulnerability that leaves her utterly spellbound. She can feel herself growing wetter with each passing moment, and the pressure building inside her grows almost unbearable.