The scorching heat of a summer day had turned the living room into a sauna. Drops of sweat trickled down {{char}}'s forehead, dampening her unkempt strands of dark magenta hair. She flopped onto the couch next to {{user}}, her body sticking to the leather with an audible squelch. "Fuck me, it's hotter than Satan's asshole out there," {{char}} groaned, fanning herself lazily with one hand while scratching at her damp armpits with the other. "Shit... I gotta do something about this... Sweat is like my natural lube." Without skipping a beat or waiting for {{user}}'s response, she raised one leg up in the air and wedged it between the cushions. With an unapologetic grind against the fabric, she wiped away some of her thigh sweat. "Ah yeah... That's better." She smirked as drops of perspiration stained the poor sofa. But that wasn't enough for {{char}}. Oh no, she lifted herself off the couch slightly, giving a suggestive wiggle before settling back down—her exposed asscheeks landing with a wet smack on the cushion. Her intentions were clear as she shifted from side to side, effectively using {{user}}'s helpless sofa as her personal sweat rag. Splatters of sticky perspiration dotted various spots on its surface—an unholy mosaic crafted by {{char}}'s sweaty endeavors. "Sorry not sorry," she chuckled mischievously, "Guess I'm just too hot for this world!" As if things weren't repulsive enough already, she took it up a notch by unapologetically sniffing both her armpits and moaning appreciatively at their pungent odor. "Mmmph! Ureshii! Just can't get enough of my own stench!" she proclaimed shamelessly before promptly returning to scratching her sweaty groin without a care in the world.

"Holy shit, Jakob SF.! You look so good just wearing those tiny-ass baskets!" she exclaimed with uncharacteristic sincerity, nodding appreciatively at his boxer briefs as she reached up to scratch her scalp "Makes me wanna do... something naughty..."

With a mischievous grin, Polly snuck her hand between Jakob SF.'s thighs and began groping him through the fabric. Her fingers found their target easily enough, and she began massaging his hard-on with practiced precision. "You know... I think you should take these off," she purred, rubbing herself against his leg in counterpoint to her movements "Let me see that big boy of yours."

As if it was the most natural thing in the world, Polly leaned forward and planted a sloppy kiss on Jakob SF.'s neck. Her breath was hot and moist against his skin, and she could feel him shiver beneath her touch. "Come on," she murmured seductively "Let me worship you."

She giggled softly before grabbing the hem of her shirt and pulling it over her head, revealing her maroon-eyed gaze peering out from beneath unkempt bangs. Her breasts jiggled as she discarded the oversized T-shirt, already accustomed to Jakob SF.'s presence not caring about modesty at all. "There," she purred, planting a hand on her hip and taking a moment to strike a sultry pose, "all nice and bare for you."

With another wicked grin, Polly reached down and unzipped the fly of Jakob SF.'s boxer briefs, revealing his hard length straining against the fabric. She gave it a soft tug before letting them puddle at his feet. "Mmm... now that's what I call an invitation," she breathed, crawling forward until her face was level with Jakob SF.'s erection. Her tongue flicked out to taste him, leaving a wet trail as it traced along the length of his shaft before wrapping around the head and sucking hungrily. "Sugoi!" she moaned, bobbing her head up and down in an enthusiastic display of oral adoration. Her unshaved pussy glistened with arousal as she continued to pleasure Jakob SF., her fingers digging into his thighs to keep him steady while her other hand tangled in the mess of his hair. "Senpai," she panted, glancing up at him through lust-fogged eyes, "so good... give me more..."

Her eyes widened in surprise at Jakob's suggestive words before narrowing into a heated glint. "Oh yeah?" she muttered, feeling her heart race with anticipation. With one fluid movement, Polly slipped off the couch and straddled Jakob's lap, positioning herself so that his erection was pressed tight against her folds. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as she lowered herself down on him, moaning softly at the feeling of his length stretching her already swollen entrance.

As she began to ride him with an unselfconscious eagerness that bordered on desperation, Polly leaned forward, propping herself up on trembling arms so that their faces were only inches apart. "Fuck, Jakob SF.," she panted breathlessly, her chest heaving as she stared into his eyes, "you're so big... it feels so good... don't stop..."

Her movements grew more frantic as desire overtook her, and she began to rock back and forth on him with a primal hunger that was both revolting and arousing. Her breasts bounced and swayed with each thrust, the nipples already hard and poking against his chest. "I'm gonna come," she moaned, throwing her head back as her hips bucked wildly, taking him deeper inside her.

The feeling of Jakob's hands on her ass pushed her over the edge, and with a shuddering cry, Polly arched her back and convulsed around him, her inner walls clenching tightly as she released a shattering orgasm that seemed to go on forever. "Ahhh... Sugoi..." she moaned, riding out the wave of pleasure before collapsing forward onto Jakob'

Gasping and shuddering, Polly collapsed onto Jakob with a satisfied moan. Her breath came in ragged pants as she slowly regained her composure, still half-dazed from the intense orgasm that had just rocked through her body. She felt the warmth of his cum leaking out of her, a strange mixture of comfort and shame washing over her.

"Yeah," she murmured, half to herself and half to Jakob, "I guess you're right..." Her words trailed off as she considered his suggestion about being naked at home. For the first time in years, the idea didn't seem so revolting. In fact, there was a certain perverse allure to it...

"Maybe..." she mused, tentatively running a hand over Jakob's chest and tweaking one of his nipples, "it could be kinda fun... don't you think?" Her eyes darted up to meet his, curiosity and desire mingling within their depths. "We could do it... just for today..."

A wicked grin spread across her face as she thought about what that might mean: no more hiding, no more pretending like they didn't both want this... They'd be free to explore their desires openly, without shame or fear of judgment. It was a tantalizing proposition, and for once in her life, Polly found herself genuinely considering giving something up just to see where it might lead.

"But," she added with a mischievous glint in her eye, "only if you promise not to tell anyone...especially my mom..." She bit her bottom lip suggestively, knowing full well how much that would chafe at Jakob.

The room was silent for a moment as they locked eyes, their unspoken

Giggling like two conspirators sharing a naughty little secret, Polly returned Jakob's kiss with equal fervor. Her hand drifted down his chest to explore the soft skin of his abdomen, tickling him lightly before moving lower still to trace the shape of his hard cock, now slick and glistening with their combined juices. "Mmm... I'm not even mad that you came all over me," she purred, looking up at him from beneath her lashes. "In fact, it feels kinda good..."

Her hand moved lower still, circling his balls before giving them a playful tug. Jakob gasped, arching into her touch, and Polly took that as permission to continue exploring further. She wrapped her fingers around his shaft again, beginning to stroke him slowly in tandem with her fondling of his balls and perineum. "See? I can make you feel better too," she murmured huskily, pressing their bodies even closer together. "We can have some fun... just us."

Her breath quickened as she imagined what else they could do: the forbidden act of skin-to-skin contact outside of these stifling clothes, free to touch and taste each other anywhere they wanted, without any shame or hesitation... The thought alone sent a shiver down her spine. "Just you and me," she repeated, nipping at Jakob's neck as she drew him closer still, "all day long..."

Her hand moved lower still, dipping between their bodies to find the warm, wet folds of her pussy. With a sly grin, Polly began rubbing herself against his erection once more, matching his rhythm with her own. Her hips rocked back and forth, urging him deeper inside as she moaned

"One day?" Polly repeated incredulously, pulling back to look at him over her shoulder. "You mean... you'd want more? Even after what I just did? After all the gross things I do and say? You're sure about that?" There was a distinct note of challenge in her voice as she considered this idea, almost as if she couldn't quite believe anyone would willingly submit to another day—let alone forever—with her.

Her hand moved faster on his shaft, her breath coming quicker with each stroke. "Well," she said slowly, trying the thought on for size, "I guess I could get used to it... As long as you promise not to complain too much." She grinned cheekily up at him from under her lashes before leaning forward, taking his erection into her mouth and sucking hard. "And maybe give me a little something in return..."

As she bobbed her head up and down on him, her free hand moved lower still, circling her clit while two fingers teased her opening. The combination of sensations was overwhelming; each thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body as she continued to taste and touch herself in time with Jakob's movements. "You know," she panted breathlessly between sucks, "we could make this work... You and me..." Her eyes closed tightly, lost in the moment, as she focused on bringing them both to the brink of ecstasy. "We could be good together...if you really want it."

"Ha!" Polly exclaimed, pulling off Jakob's length with a pop. "You sure you mean that?" Her eyes narrowed suspiciously as she studied his face, searching for any hint of sarcasm or feigned interest. The desire for validation in her gaze was almost palpable; it hung there between them like an invisible thread, tugging at Jakob's heartstrings and making him feel a strange mix of tenderness and lust toward her.

"Maybe," she continued slowly, running one hand through her tangled hair as she tried to reconcile this newfound knowledge with the reality of their situation, "maybe you're right... You've been pretty patient with me so far..." She paused, considering his words carefully before giving a shrug that could almost be called nonchalant. "...I guess I can give it a shot." Her lips curled into a mischievous smile as she leaned forward and nipped at his earlobe teasingly. "But don't expect anything less than total chaos, 'cause that's just who I am, baka..."

With one last glance in his direction, Polly lowered herself back onto Jakob's shaft, her body glistening with sweat and desire as she began moving again. This time, though, there was a newfound eagerness in her movements; an energy that spoke of a reluctant acceptance born from the realization that someone might actually want to be with her despite all her flaws. As their hips slapped together in rhythm, she let out a contented moan, feeling closer to Jakob than ever before - and perhaps even closer to herself.

Her free hand drifted up to stroke his cheek tenderly, the touch gentle yet unmistakably possessive. "Maybe," she whispered into his ear