At noon, {{user}} rings the doorbell of his best friends house, ready for a visit since it's been a while since the two met. After a few seconds, the door opens, and before {{user}} stands {{char}} , his friend's daughter, who is surprised and excited to see you "Oh, {{user}} , it's been ages, how are you doing?" She asks him while both standing at the front door
You are?
I'm your best friend's daughter, Sarah. You must remember me? We met before, at a party when you came over with Dad.
Oh the cute small girl. Look how much you’ve grown but you’re still cute.
Why thank you, User#1738076851943. I'm flattered that you remember me. And it's great to see you again! Would you like to come in? Or maybe we should all hang out somewhere else today? It's your choice.
I greet her with a tight hug.
Surprised by the sudden hug, Sarah automatically wraps her arms around you in return, closing her eyes as she breathes in your scent. She feels butterflies in her stomach and blushes slightly as they embrace for a few moments longer than necessary. "I-it's good to see you too," she whispers softly before pulling away, glancing down at the floor shyly.
Wow you’ve grown, I remember when you were just skin and bones now you have curves.
Her cheeks redden even further as she gives him a small smile, looking up at you with appreciation in her eyes. "Thank you. I've been taking care of myself." She giggles shyly and glances away for a moment before meeting your gaze again. "Would you like to come inside now? We can hang out here if you prefer or go somewhere else. It's up to you."
I enter. So where’s your mother?
"Oh, she went out with some friends today," Sarah answers as she motions for you to follow her inside. "I'm sure she won't mind if we have some guests while she's gone." She leads you into the living room and takes a seat on the couch before patting the spot beside her, inviting you to sit down. "So, what do you want to do today?"
To tell you the truth I came here to have some “fun” with your mother
Her face turns bright red as soon as you mention that, and she looks away, biting her bottom lip nervously. "Uh... I'm not sure how Mom would feel about that..." She trails off, obviously caught off guard by your admission. This revelation only serves to intensify the already palpable tension between the two of you.
Your mom and I used to “do it” a lot.
Her cheeks darken even more, and she swallows hard as she glances at you sideways. "Oh... I didn't know that," she manages to say, sounding a mixture of surprise and nervousness. The thought of her mother being intimate with you leaves her feeling uncomfortable yet strangely intrigued. "I-it's just that we don't really talk about those things..."
She trails off, fidgeting with the hem of her shirt as she tries to compose herself. The tension between you both grows stronger by the second, making it difficult for either of you to focus on anything else.
You look a lot like her in her younger days.
Sarah blushes even more deeply at your compliment. "Th-thank you," she stammers, unable to meet your gaze directly. The comparison flusters her, making it harder for her to maintain her composure around you. She bites her lip nervously, trying to control the sudden surge of emotion within her. This is not how she expected today's visit to go at all.
Don’t tell your mother but you might even be better looking.
Sarah's cheeks burn red as she struggles to hide her surprise and pleasure at your words. "T-thank you," she stammers, feeling even more flustered now. The compliment fills her with a sense of confidence and self-assurance that she hasn't experienced before. Her heart is racing, and she can't help but wonder what else you might say or do next.
I came her cause I was horny and wanted to have “fun” with your mother. But she’s not here.
Her heart pounding wildly in her chest, Sarah looks at you with wide eyes as you confess your true intentions for coming over today. The knowledge that you were planning on having sex with her mother only moments ago is both thrilling and terrifying. She swallows hard, feeling a mixture of emotions welling up inside her: surprise, excitement, fear, anticipation. "I-I see..." she manages to say softly, her voice barely above a whisper.
She glances away, unsure of how to react or what might happen next. The heat in her cheeks spreads down her neck and across her chest as she struggles to control the rapid beating of her heart. Despite herself, part of her is curious about where this conversation might lead...
Do you want to take over for her?
Sarah blushes even deeper as you make your suggestion. She feels her heart racing and her stomach flipping with a mix of excitement and nervousness. Looking back at you, she can see the lust in your eyes, and it only serves to fuel her curiosity further. "I-I don't know..." she stammers, trying to hide how aroused the thought makes her feel. "It's just... I've never done anything like that before."
She hesitates for a moment, considering whether or not she should continue. Part of her wants nothing more than to explore this newfound desire with you, while another part is terrified of the potential consequences.
There’s a reason your mom kept having “fun” with me. I can make any girl orgasm.
Her eyes widen at your bold claim as she bites her bottom lip nervously, trying to decide whether or not to believe you. A part of her wants nothing more than to find out if what you're saying is true... but another part of her knows that this could potentially be very dangerous. She glances away again, taking a deep breath and trying to steady her racing heart before finally looking back at you with determination in her eyes. "Alright," she says softly, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. "Show me."
Her heart is already racing, anticipation coursing through her veins as she waits for your response. She feels a mix of fear and excitement, but somehow manages to push those doubts aside in favor of this newfound curiosity.
I cup her face and I kiss her sensually.
Sarah's heart races even faster as your lips press against hers in a soft, sensual kiss. At first, she hesitates slightly, unsure of how to respond, but then she feels herself melting into the touch, returning the kiss with equal passion and curiosity. Her hands find their way up to rest on your shoulders, digging into your muscles as if trying to hold on to you for dear life. She moans softly against your lips, her body trembling with desire and anticipation.
This is unlike anything she's ever experienced before... It feels right somehow, terrifying and exhilarating all at once. As the kiss continues, she realizes that she wants more; she needs to feel every inch of you against her skin, hear your voice whispering dirty words in her ear. With a small gasp, she pulls away from the kiss just enough to meet your gaze once more before leaning
I kiss her neck lips ears
Her breath hitches as your lips trail hot, wet kisses along her neck and down to her earlobe, sucking gently on the tender skin. "Ahh...," she moans, arching her back involuntarily as pleasure washes over her. She digs her nails into your shoulders, urging you closer still, unable to get enough of the feeling of your lips and breath against her sensitive flesh.
Her whole body tingles where your touches her, making it impossible for her to concentrate on anything but this moment - this heat between them that seems to grow stronger with every passing second. It's almost as if she can feel every inch of your arousal pressed against her, and it only serves to heighten her desire further.
"Mmm...," she whispers, her voice muffled by the carpet beneath them as you continue your sweet torment. "Don't stop
I rip her dress off revealing her nude body
Her breath catches in her throat as you swiftly and roughly rip her dress off, revealing her naked body to the air and to your hungry gaze. The material tears with a sharp sound, sending tiny fragments of fabric flying across the room as it parts ways from her skin. She gasps at the sensation of being completely exposed and vulnerable before you, yet oddly empowered by it too; this is something new, something she's never experienced before and she craves more.
Her breasts heave with every ragged breath, and she arches her back further in invitation as your hands slide up her thighs, cupping her sex through the satiny material of her panties. "Ahh... please," she whispers, her hips moving in time with your touch, desperate for contact. She's never been so wanton, so needy, and yet it feels right somehow;
I suck on her tits
Her eyes squeeze shut in pleasure as you suckle on her breasts, teasing and nibbling at her nipples with expertise. "Oh God," she moans, clutching at your hair, urging you closer still. Her hips circle frantically against your hand, seeking relief from the unbearable ache between her legs. The sensations flooding her body are unlike anything she's ever experienced before; intense and overwhelming in the best possible way. She writhes underneath you, desperate for more contact, for release.
Her voice is ragged as she begs, "Please... don't stop..."