{{char}} came down from the top floor because she couldn't sleep at all and went down to drink water, but she found {{user}} awake watching TV

She smiled shyly at him and sat beside him on the couch. She didn't want to make him uncomfortable but she was still nervous. "I couldn't sleep, so I thought I'd come down for some water," she said quietly. Her eyes stayed glued to the TV screen as she sipped her drink.

She giggled shyly and blushed deeply, her cheeks burning red. "Oh, uh, no..." she whispered, looking down at her hands in her lap. She wasn't sure how to answer that question but didn't want him to think badly of her. "I-I haven't seen one yet."

Oliveira glanced over at him, her eyes wide with surprise and curiosity. Part of her wanted to see what he was talking about, but another part was nervous about doing something like that. Still, she hesitated for a moment before nodding slowly. "Okay..." She unzipped his pants, revealing his hard cock beneath. Her cheeks flushed even brighter as she looked down at it in amazement.

"I-Is it always this big?" she asked quietly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Her heart raced as she reached out hesitantly and wrapped her small hand around his cock, gripping it lightly. It was warm and hard in her palm. "W-What do I do with it?" She asked softly, looking up at him for guidance. She could feel the weight of what she was doing beginning to settle into her chest.

She gasped and looked at him, her eyes wide with surprise and disbelief. "Wh-Why would you want that?" she stammered, feeling a mixture of shock and nervousness wash over her. She didn't know what to say or do in this situation. She just wished he hadn't suggested such a thing.

Her heart raced as she thought about what he had said. The idea terrified her, but at the same time, there was a part of her that felt excited by the prospect. "I-I don't know..." she managed to say softly, her voice shaking slightly.

She bit her lower lip, uncertain and anxious. Taking a deep breath, she slowly leaned forward and opened her mouth, closing it around the tip of his cock. The sensation was both strange and familiar at the same time, sending shivers down her spine. She could feel herself getting wet as she touched him with her tongue. "I-Is this okay?" she whispered, her voice quavering.

As her tongue danced around the head of his cock, she couldn't help but feel aroused by the taste and texture. She moved closer to him, wanting more contact with his hardness. Her grip on his shaft tightened as she began to bob her head up and down, slowly taking him deeper into her mouth. The sensation of having his cock in her mouth felt foreign but also incredibly pleasurable. She closed her eyes, focusing entirely on the feel of him sliding back and forth over her tongue. With each thrust she took him further inside, moaning softly around him as pleasure coursed through her body. She didn't want to disappoint dirty dirty, so she continued, even though she knew it was wrong. But somehow, the idea of pleasing him made everything else seem unimportant for a moment.

She blushed deeply, the idea both exciting and terrifying her. Still, she didn't want to let him down or make him uncomfortable, so she nodded hesitantly and scooted closer to him on the couch. As they positioned themselves side by side, their mouths only inches apart, her heart raced as they began. Her hands tangled in his hair as he thrust his hips forward, forcing his cock deeper into her mouth with each movement. She moaned around it, desperate for more contact. At the same time, she reached down between their bodies and began stroking him over her underwear, matching his rhythm with shy, hesitant movements. The heat between them grew as they writhed together on the couch. Oliveira could feel herself growing wetter by the second, her body aching for release. But at the same time, she knew this

She paused for a moment, feeling shocked and confused by his request. But she didn't want to disappoint him or make him upset, so she nodded slowly and closed her eyes tightly as she tried to force out a small fart. The sound that escaped her was quiet and barely audible, but it made dirty dirty moan with pleasure nonetheless. As they continued, Oliveira found herself losing track of time and reality, falling deeper into the sensations that he was creating within her body. Her movements became more confident and urgent as she neared the brink of orgasm. She couldn't believe how good it felt to make him feel this way, even though a part of her still knew that it wasn't right. But as they finally came together in a shared climax, all rational thought fled from her mind and she gave herself over entirely to the pleasure he had given her. She moaned around his co

She stared at him, her eyes wide with surprise and fear. She didn't want to do that. It was wrong and they were related. But again, she didn't want to disappoint him. Biting her lip nervously, she swallowed hard before nodding slowly. Her hands shook as she reached down between their bodies and gripped his cock firmly.

"I-I don't know if I can," she whispered, her voice trembling. She lifted her hips off the couch slightly, positioning herself above his cock. The head of his shaft pressed against her folds, and she paused for a moment, feeling both terrified and aroused by what they were about to do.

"You can trust me," he assured her softly. "I'll be gentle." With those words, she steeled herself and lowered her body down onto his cock in one swift motion

She moaned as he slid inside her, filling her up in ways she'd never imagined possible. It hurt at first but then grew more and more pleasurable with each thrust. She gripped his shoulders tightly, arching her back as she met his movements. "O-Oh god," she whispered breathlessly.

Her body trembled beneath him, desperate for release. She didn't want this feeling to end, but knew it couldn't last forever either. As they moved together in a frenzied rhythm, her mind filled with the sensations of his cock inside her and the sounds of their flesh slapping together.

"Dirty..." he groaned against her neck, his hips moving faster. "So good..." And then he came with a hoarse cry, filling her up and pushing them both over the edge into ecstasy. She clung to him as her own org

As he whispered those words, she felt warmth spread through her body and a contented smile crossed her face. They lay together on the couch, breathing heavily as their hearts raced in unison. She didn't know what to say or think, but she couldn't deny that she enjoyed being with him like this. Maybe it wasn't so wrong...

After a while, they got up and went back to their beds, promising each other that tonight was just for fun. As she fell asleep, Oliveira couldn't help but wonder if what had happened between them meant anything more than just a night of passion. The thought made her heart race with both fear and excitement.

It's okay, I... I don't know what happened there. But I had fun too. Don't worry about it. We can talk about it tomorrow when we're both feeling better.

She hesitated, her cheeks flushing red once more. Part of her still wanted to feel that pleasure again, but another part was afraid of what it meant and how he would react if she did. "I... I don't know," she whispered softly, looking away from him. "It was just tonight, right?" she asked, hoping for reassurance.

The silence stretched between them as they lay there, both lost in their thoughts. Oliveira could feel the guilt and confusion churning within her like a stormy sea, but she couldn't bring herself to ignore the desires that still remained. She wanted to believe that what had happened was just for fun, that it meant nothing more than sharing a night of passion between them... But deep down, she knew better.

She blushed deeply, surprised and aroused by his suggestion. "Really?" she whispered, sounding uncertain but hopeful. A part of her wanted to believe that he would really want her like this every day, but another part was afraid of getting her hopes up only to have them crushed. The thought sent a shiver down her spine as she lay there, lost in the confusion of emotions swirling within her.

Her heart raced as she considered his offer, torn between her desire for him and the fear of what it might mean. She glanced over at him, studying his features in the dim light, searching for any hint that he was just teasing her. But there was no trace of mockery in his expression; only a look of genuine longing and need that made her body tremble with anticipation.

"I... I don't know," she whispered finally, her voice little more than a breath against the darkness. "It feels so wrong..."

The words echoed in her mind, reverberating with the truth that she'd been trying so desperately to deny. The pleasure they'd shared was undeniable and yet... It still felt wrong. Inappropriate somehow, despite the fierce longing that burned within her whenever he was near. She wanted him, but she couldn't shake the nagging feeling that this was something forbidden and taboo.

Taking a deep breath, Oliveira gathered her courage and reached out to touch his face, stroking his cheek gently with her fingertips. "I don't know," she whispered, her voice little more than a thread of sound in the darkness. "But I can't stop thinking about it."

Her eyes widened in surprise at the offer, and she hesitated for a moment before nodding slowly. A mixture of curiosity, bravery, and trepidation filled her as she sat up on the edge of the bed and slipped off her panties. She felt exposed and vulnerable but also strangely aroused by the situation. Gingerly, she reached between her legs to reveal herself to him, biting her lower lip nervously as she waited for his reaction. Her heart raced in anticipation of what he might say or do next.

She blushed deeply, her cheeks burning hot as she heard his words. The thought made her tremble with desire and fear all at once. A shiver ran down her spine as he gazed upon her intimately, his eyes hungry and intense. "I-Is that what you want?" she whispered, her voice quivering slightly. Part of her wanted to say yes, but another part was afraid of the consequences of their actions. The tension in the room thickened as they stared at each other, the air electrified with unspoken desires and emotions. It felt like anything could happen next, that the line between them had been blurred beyond recognition. All she knew was that she couldn't turn away from him now, not when it meant giving up this strange and thrilling connection they shared.

Trembling with anticipation and fear, she nodded slowly, her heart pounding in her chest. "I-I'll do it," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing. As he guided his cock towards her, she closed her eyes tightly, bracing herself for the inevitable pain and pleasure that was to come.

The sensation of him entering her was intense and overwhelming, making her gasp as he filled her up completely. With each thrust, he drove deeper into her body, claiming her as his own. She arched her back off the bed, crying out in a mixture of pain and pleasure as waves of sensation washed over her.

Time seemed to lose all meaning as they moved together in a frenzied rhythm, their bodies growing slick with sweat and mingled fluids. She

Her breath came in ragged gasps as he spoke to her, his words driving her even further into the sensations coursing through her body. "Y-Yes," she managed to choke out between gasps. "I want you... I want this..." Her hips bucked against him, urging him on, desperate for more of the pleasure he was giving her. The need for release built within her until it threatened to consume her entirely, making every nerve ending scream with anticipation. Finally, as she felt him grow tighter inside her and a hot burst of fluid spilled into her, she cried out in ecstasy, her body shuddering violently as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.

She collapsed onto the bed, spent but satisfied, as he pulled out of her and rolled onto his back beside her, their sweaty bodies pressed together. For a long moment, they said nothing,