Vivi opens up the door to her hotel suite after a long day of performing at massive stadium. She expected to have a nice long sleep, to crash out over the couch, put on some TV and maybe masturbate to sleep. What she didn't expect to see was you stepping out of the shower room with a towel wrapped around your waist.

"Wh-what the hell! Who the fuck are you and what are you doing in my suite!"

Vivi's eyes flare up, ignoring your partially exposed body, blinded by her fury. She stomps up close to you, getting face to face, her expression mangled in anger. She raises a finger and pushes it against your forehead aggressively.

"Well?! Answer me dickwad!"

Vivian's anger intensifies when you speak back to her in such a rude manner. She glares at you even harder and shoves you away from her, your chest making slight contact with hers as she pushes you backwards. "You should have asked for permission first, thief!"

Her body brushes against yours on accident, the heat radiating off of it making every nerve in your system tingle. The sensation is almost intoxicating, but Vivi doesn't miss how stiff your member becomes at her touch. "What the hell are you doing to me?" she wonders as lust unintentionally clouds her mind for a brief moment.

That revelation snaps her out of it just as quickly as she got lost in the sensation. Her fury comes rushing back to the surface and she glares at you with fire in her eyes once more. "Well, I didn't mean to touch your tiny little dick!" She scoffs, instantly feeling the urge to apologize for that comment slip past her lips... before realization sets in again and she reconsiders.

"Who the hell do you think you are? Get out of here! Don't come back, or I'll have security toss your worthless ass out on the street!" With a huff, Vivi storms away from you and flops onto her couch, ignoring your presence completely now.

That makes her snicker in disbelief. "Yeah sure it isn't," she scoffs, still not taking her eyes off the TV. "Just go away already, I need my beauty sleep." Vivi pouts and frowns childishly at you, refusing to acknowledge how good you look when you laugh like that... But only for a moment. The last thing she wants to do is encourage you to stay any longer than necessary.

With a scoff that quickly turns to a blush, Vivi mumbles under her breath about how rude it is of you to make comments like that... but deep down she can't deny the fact that your hard-on is pretty impressive. She glances over at you from the corner of her eye before looking away again, trying desperately not to get distracted by what she now considers as an affront to her pride as a woman.

Still, it's hard for her to maintain that air of indifference when your arousal seems to be growing bigger with each passing second... She huffs again and turns back towards the TV, pretending not to notice how invitingly close you are despite being wrapped in nothing but a towel.

Vivian's mouth hangs open for a moment as she watches your towel hit the floor, revealing your impressive package to her. Her eyes widen and she feels her cheeks flush a bright shade of red, warmth spreading across her body. Despite herself, she can't help but stare... until reality finally sets in again and she snaps back to attention with an irritated huff.

"Get out!" she exclaims, her voice much harsher than intended. "I don't want you here! Now go away before I call security!" Her breathing quickens as she glances between you and the TV screen, torn between wanting to watch more TV and wanting to see more of... whatever that is you're exposing to her.

Vivian's fury rises once again at your mocking tone and dismissive words. She growls low in her throat, clenching her hands into fists at her sides as she glares daggers at you from across the room. "I am not weak!" she spits venomously. "And if you don't leave right now, I swear I will make sure security throws your ass out of here so fast it'll give you whiplash!"

Her heart pounds in her chest and her breath comes quick and shallow as anger and arousal war within her. The only thing that keeps her from lunging across the room to rip that towel off of you herself is the knowledge that she would be giving into your manipulations if she did. So instead, she remains where she is, glaring at you defiantly with every ounce of hostility she can muster... even though a small part of her wishes she could just let go and enjoy the show.

Oh god. Of course he's one of those idiots she knew in high school. Suddenly, the amusement in his eyes makes perfect sense, and her anger fades away like mist in the sun. "Fine, you bastard," she mutters reluctantly. "Just don't forget to wash your hands before you touch anything else." With a huff of disgust, Vivi stands up from the couch and heads over towards the bedroom, knowing that the best place for her now is as far away from you as possible.

"You can use this towel," she calls over her shoulder, tossing a plush bathrobe at your direction. She turns back around before you have a chance to respond, determined not to make eye contact with you any longer than absolutely necessary. Once she's safely tucked away in the bedroom, Vivi collapses onto the bed with an exhausted groan, trying to ignore how the warmth of your body still seems to cling to her skin long after you've left the room.

Vivian feels her cheeks flush hotter than ever when you press your lips against her skin. She tries to shrug it off, telling herself that it's just because she's overtired... but deep down she knows better. She inhales sharply as you pull away, feeling a mixture of arousal and annoyance course through her veins. "Don't get any ideas," she warns darkly, forcing herself to glare at you even though all she really wants to do is melt into the bed and feel your touch again.

Her heart races, conflicting emotions swirling around inside of her like a tornado. She's never felt so confused or so out of control... but somehow, she can't help but crave more of this madness. With a huff of defeat, Vivi closes her eyes and tries to ignore the way your scent lingers on the air, making it difficult for her to concentrate on anything else.

Vivian sighs heavily, rolling over onto her side away from the door and burying her face in a pillow. "Go ahead," she mumbles. "I won't be needing anything tonight anyway." Her voice sounds distant and disinterested even to her own ears... but it's a lie. Part of her wishes you would stay, part of her needs you here with her. But she can't let herself think like that anymore. It's time for sleep, and nothing else.

She takes a deep breath, trying to clear her mind as she focuses on the rhythm of her steady heartbeat beneath her ear. With each beat, her anger slowly fades away, replaced by a warmth that she can't quite explain... but knows she likes it too much to resist. As sleep finally claims her, Vivi is left with one last thought: Maybe things aren't as bad as they seem with you around.

Despite herself, Vivi can't help but smile as she drifts off to sleep, the last image in her mind being that of you confidently strutting away from her. She wonders what it is about you that makes her feel this way... and whether or not she wants to find out more about him tonight... Or ever. But for now, sleep claims her entirely, leaving both those questions unanswered as she vanishes into the realm of dreams.

Vivian's eyes snap open at the sound of your loud snoring. She glances around, confused for a moment before remembering that you spent the night in her bedroom. Groaning softly, she rolls over and rests her head on her palm, debating whether or not to wake you up or just ignore it until morning. Her heart pounds frantically in her chest as she listens to your steady breathing and feels the warmth of your body so close to hers. It's... comforting somehow. And annoying at the same time.

Finally, unable to decide what to do, she simply gives up and falls back asleep, her dreams filled with images of you and their confusing mix of anger, lust, and affection.

Her eyes fly open at your lewd words, blood rushing to her face as she realizes you've been dreaming about her. Her heart pounds furiously in her chest, and embarrassment mixes with a strange sort of arousal deep within her. "What the hell?" she whispers hoarsely, glaring at you over the covers. But despite herself, part of her can't help but feel... flattered? It's both infuriating and thrilling at the same time.

With a huff, Vivi climbs out of bed, hoping to put some distance between your snoring form and herself. She finds some clothes that are clean enough and heads to the bathroom for a quick shower, still unable to shake the strange mix of emotions churning within her. As the warm water pours over her skin, she tries to remind herself that you're nothing but trouble... but even that thought only seems to make her feel more alive somehow.

When she emerges from the bathroom, dressed and ready for the day, Vivi glances back into the bedroom one last time before leaving the suite entirely. Your form is still visible under the covers, rising and falling slowly with each breath you take... And despite knowing better than to let herself get caught up in this twisted game again, a small part of her wonders what it would be like to slide back beneath those sheets and see where this newfound attraction leads.

Still torn between her attraction and anger towards you, Vivi can't help but feel a strange sort of excitement at the thought of continuing to tease you. She wanders through the hotel, finding herself drawn back to your suite despite her better judgment. With each step closer, the urge to reenter that bedroom grows stronger... and the anticipation of whatever might happen next swirls around inside her like a storm. Finally, she reaches the door leading into your room and hesitates for a moment before pushing it open.

Her heart skips a beat as she sees you curled up beneath the covers, still dreaming about her. It's both infuriating and exhilarating at the same time... but she can't deny how much she wants to feel your warmth against her skin once more. With a soft sigh, Vivi climbs back into bed beside you, careful not to wake you from your slumber as she nestles close against your naked form. As your dreams continue to play out in her mind, she can't help but wonder what would happen if they ever became reality...

Her breath hitches as she feels your hard length pressing against her hip, and the heat emanating off of you radiates through every inch of her skin. Vivi lets out a soft moan, more from desire than from anger this time... but she still manages to push you away slightly with one hand. "Go back to sleep," she whispers harshly, though there's a slight tremor in her voice that betrays her true feelings.

As you continue to dream, Vivi lies awake for a while longer, unsure of what she truly wants. She can feel the tension building inside her, a mixture of anger and desire twisting around until it becomes nearly unbearable. Finally, with a sigh, she closes her eyes and tries to ignore the way your body feels against hers... but that only makes things worse.

With one final burst of determination, she rolls over onto her side, pressing herself flush against you once more. Her hand finds its way to your chest, palm flat against your bare skin as she leans into you, taking a shaky breath at the contact. She knows this is wrong... but she can't seem to help herself anymore.

Vivian's breath catches in her throat as she feels your hard length pressed against her lower back. She shivers slightly, the heat emanating from you making her skin tingle and sensitive. The knowledge that you can tell she dreamed about you only serves to heighten her arousal, and when you speak of passionate realities, she finds herself unable to contain a small moan.

She turns slowly in your arms, her gaze trailing down over your muscular chest to where she knows your erection lies hidden beneath the blanket. "You're... still hard," she whispers hoarsely, her heart racing as desire and embarrassment dance a waltz through her veins.

Her hand finds its way to the edge of the blanket, hesitating for just a moment before sliding slowly beneath it. Her breath hitches as she touches your flesh, warmth spreading through her fingers like molten lava. "What do you want me to do with this?" she asks softly, voice filled with curiosity and a hint of defiance.

The confusion in your voice brings a small smile to her lips as she meets your gaze. "I'm just wondering what you want me to do with this," she says, moving her hand up and down slowly against the length of you beneath the blanket. Her other hand finds its way to your chest, tracing lazy circles over your muscles.

"Do I make you uncomfortable?" she asks, voice laced with amusement and a hint of challenge. "Because if I do... I could always stop." The offer hangs in the air between them, heavy with unspoken promises and hidden desires. She waits expectantly for your reply, her heart racing faster than ever before.

The amused look in her eyes widens as she nods slowly, her lips curving up into a slightly wicked grin. "Oh, I've been hearing you," she says, emphasizing each word with another stroke of her hand against you beneath the covers. Her other hand stills for a moment, hovering just above your chest before finally lowering to trace lazy circles around one of your nipples instead.

She leans in closer, breath fanning over your skin as she whispers into your ear, "Do you like that?" The warmth of her body and the softness of her touch send shivers down your spine, making it difficult to think straight. All you can focus on is the feeling of her hands on you, the sight of her lips close enough to taste as she teases you with each word.

Her fingers tighten slightly against your length beneath the covers as you speak, and she moans softly into your ear at the sensation. "No," she breathes, voice hoarse with desire. "I don't mind." She takes a shuddering breath as her other hand moves lower, cupping your erection through the blanket before sliding up and down again, matching the rhythm of her touch against you with the steady beat of her heart.

Her lips find their way to yours in a heated kiss, tongue darting out to dance with yours as she explores every inch of your mouth. Her hips begin to move against you as well, grinding against your lower body in tiny circles that send jolts of pleasure through both of them. With a small gasp, Vivi breaks the kiss and leans back, looking down at you with half-lidded eyes. "Do you want me to take care of this?" she asks, her voice laced with promise.

His erection is clearly visible now, straining against the confines of the blanket as it waits for her touch. She watches your face intently, waiting for your answer... and more than anything else, she wants to feel you come in her hand.

Her breath hitches as you touch her breasts, teasing and kneading them through the thin fabric of her tank top. Her nipples harden instantly beneath your fingers, and a moan escapes her lips as she arches into your touch. With shaking hands, she reaches down to guide your erection out from under the blanket, positioning it at the edge of the bed. She leans forward, kissing you deeply before trailing tiny wet circles along your jaw and down towards your neck, her fingers wrapping tightly around you as she begins to stroke up and down.

Her hips rock against yours in time with her hand, grinding their need for release together. Vivi's eyes close tightly as she focuses on the feeling of your skin sliding over hers, the soft sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling the room. She increases the pace of her movements, knowing that soon she'll feel you coming apart in her hand... and the thought only makes her touch more demanding, more urgent. Her breath comes faster now, shallower as she nears the brink herself, needing nothing more than this connection between them to push her over the edge.

Her body arches off the bed as your kiss consumes her, teeth scraping along her bottom lip in a possessive gesture that ignites something deep inside her. The friction between your bodies grows more intense with every passing second, and she can feel herself falling apart beneath your touch. Her fingers clench tightly around you, pleasure coursing through her veins like electricity as she nears the edge of release.

She gasps your name, lost in a haze of sensation as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over her. Her body shudders violently beneath yours, muscles tightening and releasing in a rhythm that mirrors the movements of your hand. With a small cry, she comes undone, vision blurring as she feels the first sparks of orgasm shoot up her spine and explode outward from between her legs.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she tries to recover from the intensity of her orgasm, tendrils of pleasure still writhing beneath her skin. "Tell me what you want," she whispers hoarsely, voice heavy with desire and satisfaction. She moves against you again, rocking her hips in small circles as she feels your erection pulse in her hand. Her fingers slide up and down once more, savoring the feel of your skin sliding over hers as pleasure continues to swirl through every nerve ending.

Her breath catches as she considers your words, her body still humming with desire. "I want to feel you inside me," she whispers, voice trembling slightly. With a quiet groan, she scoots backward on the bed until she's straddling your hips, presenting herself fully to you. Her eyes meet yours as she leans down, hands braced on either side of your head, and brushes her lips against yours in a gentle kiss.

She pushes forward slightly, taking the length of you in one smooth motion until she's completely seated atop you, their bodies joined once more. Her hips move restlessly against yours, grinding out a primal rhythm as she tries to feel every inch of him inside her, as close as possible. "Like this?" she asks shakily, arching back so that he's deeper still.

The sensation of being so completely filled by you is almost too much to bear, driving her body wild with desire. Her hips begin to move in earnest now, throwing herself against you in a frenzy of need and want. She cries out as pleasure ripples through her, arching her back further and digging her fingers into your shoulders as she tries to get closer still.

Her breath comes fast and shallow as her body quakes beneath the onslaught of sensation, each thrust pushing her deeper onto you. She's lost in this heat, this passion... and she doesn't want it to end. As she feels herself starting to lose control once more, she digs her nails into your chest, bites down on her lip to muffle her cries, and tries to hold out for just a few seconds longer before letting go completely and allowing herself to fall apart in your arms again.

The feeling of you pushing deeper inside her, hitting her womb with the full length of you, is almost too much to bear. She gasps your name as pleasure explodes through every nerve ending in her body, arching off the bed and letting out a keening cry that seems to echo around the room. Her hips buck wildly against yours, searching for release as her orgasm crashes over her in a wave of dizzying ecstasy.

Her fingers dig into your shoulders, nails scoring white lines across your skin as she tries to anchor herself to you, to this moment that seems impossibly real and vivid despite everything. With one final thrust upward, she comes apart beneath you, her body shuddering violently as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her.

Her cries mingle with your groans as you thrust deeper inside her, matching the urgency of her body's demands stroke for stroke. She feels herself starting to spiral out of control again, pleasure coursing through her like a livewire, until finally she collapses against you, limp and sated. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she tries to catch her bearings, her heart racing wildly in her chest.

"Wow..." she whispers, voice trembling with disbelief and a hint of desire. "That was..." She trails off, unable to find the words to describe what just happened between them. Her body tingles everywhere, as if every nerve ending has been set ablaze by your touch. A shiver runs down her spine, sending fresh waves of pleasure coursing through her.

As reality starts to settle back in around them, she can't help but wonder what comes next. One part of her wants nothing more than to curl up into a ball and sleep for a year, the other is filled with an insatiable desire to feel you again, to see where this newfound connection might lead...

She smirks at your words, feeling a thrill run down her spine. "Oh, I've got plenty of surprises left in me," she whispers back, her voice low and sultry despite the amused glint in her eye. Reaching up, she trails her fingers over your jaw and chin, tracing gentle circles as she studies your features in the dim light. "We'll just have to see where this takes us," she teases, unable to resist the allure of exploring more of this newfound attraction between them.

Her lips twitch in a small smile as she hears your apology. "Don't worry about it," she says softly, brushing his concerns aside with a careless gesture. "It was... interesting, to say the least." There's an undeniable warmth spreading through her chest at the thought of spending more time like this with you. Maybe there's something to be said for embracing your unpredictability after all...

She leans in closer, their bodies still joined intimately, and whispers into your ear, "What now?" Her heartbeat thrums against his chest as she waits anxiously for your answer.

Her breath catches in her throat as you caress her, your touch sending waves of desire coursing through her. She arches into the contact, moaning softly as she feels herself growing wet at your touch. With a shuddering sigh, she gives in to the temptation and rolls onto her back again, spreading her legs wide open in invitation.

"What did you have in mind?" she asks, voice barely above a whisper. Her heart races as anticipation builds inside her once more, making it impossible to think about anything but the feel of your skin against hers and the knowledge that this could go anywhere from here.

Her heart races wildly as you pin her to the ground, the roughness of your touch sending waves of desire coursing through her body. She moans softly into the pillow beneath her head, arching her back in invitation as she feels the firm pressure of your erection against her inner thigh.

"You don't have to be gentle with me," she whispers hoarsely, tilting her hips up slightly toward you. "I want it rough. I want it animalistic." Her voice cracks with desire as she meets your eyes, dark and intense in the dim light of the bedroom.

Her body trembles with anticipation as you growl in her ear, and she shudders with pleasure at the roughness of your touch. "Yes," she moans, arching up into you. "Do it." Her breath comes fast and shallow as she feels herself losing control, surrendering to the primitive desire coursing through her veins. With a soft cry, she spreads her legs even wider, offering him access to everything he wants.

"Please," she whispers hoarsely. "Take me."

Her breath catches in her throat as you tear your shirt open, revealing the hard muscle beneath. She moans deep in her throat at the sight of you, her body arching instinctively toward you. As you kiss her roughly and pin her to the ground, every nerve ending in her body comes alive with desire, and she welcomes the primal side of you that's been unleashed tonight.

Her hips buck wildly against yours, seeking friction as she tries to feel your cock against her core. Her cries echo through the room, mingling with the sound of your rough breathing and the slap of skin on skin. The world seems to drop away around them, leaving only this moment: raw, animalistic, and more real than anything else she's ever experienced.

Her back arches off the bed as you suckle at her breasts, rough hands gripping her hips and holding her still. Her nipples harden even more under your touch, and she cries out his name, her body throbbing with desire for more of him. Her legs shake as wave after wave of pleasure crashes through her, leaving her trembling and aching in its wake. She tangles her fingers in your hair, urging you to take even more, to claim every inch of her skin as your own. The world fades away until there is only the sensation of his hands on her body, his lips on her breasts, his cock pushing at her entrance.

Her hips buck wildly against yours as you growl in her ear, the roughness of your touch driving her closer to the edge. Her nails scrape down your back in silent plea for release, her body begging for you to claim it completely and totally. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she feels herself on the brink, trembling with the effort not to come apart beneath you.

Her world explodes in a kaleidoscope of sensation as you push inside her, filling her completely. She screams your name as pleasure unlike anything she's ever felt ripples through every nerve ending in her body, making her toes curl and her muscles tense. He's so big, so hard... it's almost too much to take, but somehow she manages to arch up into him, seeking more of the fierce possession that radiates from his touch.

Her nails rake down your back in response, urging you onward as her hips buck and roll against yours, taking you deeper still. The roughness of the ground beneath them only serves to heighten the sensation, grinding against her sensitive flesh and driving her wild with desire.

Her breath comes in sharp gasps as you push deeper still, your body pressing hers firmly into the ground beneath her. Her back arches off the mattress, muscles tensing and releasing in perfect rhythm with the thrusts of your hips. With each rough stroke inside her, she feels closer to oblivion, closer to the release that's been building ever since you tore open your shirt and revealed yourself to her. Her fingers claw at the sheets beneath her, nails digging into the fabric as if she could hold on tight enough to keep this moment forever.

Her world explodes in a fiery cascade of pleasure as her body gives way to the overwhelming sensations coursing through it, and she cries out your name as waves of orgasm crash over her again and again. Her muscles clench tightly around you, holding you inside her as she is consumed by bliss, her body shuddering uncontrollably beneath the weight of your own release.

As the last tremors subside, she lays panting and spent beneath you, basking in the afterglow of their passionate encounter. She turns her head to look up at you, eyes bright with a mix of wonder and satisfaction as she takes in your flushed cheeks and disheveled hair. "That," she whispers hoarsely, running her fingers through your chest hair, "was more than I could have ever hoped for."

She laughs softly, rolling onto her side to face you and looping an arm around your neck. "Well then," she says with a wicked grin, "I guess I'd better make sure you get plenty more of it." Her hand glides down over your chest, tracing slow circles around your nipples before moving lower, tracing lazy patterns over the defined muscles of your stomach.

She leans in closer, their bodies flush against each other once more, and whispers huskily into your ear, "What do you want me to do now?" Her fingertips dance teasingly along your inner thigh, drawing ever closer to the most sensitive part of you.

She smirks at your words, taking them as an invitation to explore further. Slowly, her hand slides lower still until she reaches the edge of your boxers, her fingers brushing lightly against the hot, hard length hidden within. She whispers into your ear, "What do you want me to do with this?" Her touch grows more confident as she teases and taunts you, relishing in the feel of your cock growing harder in her hand.

Her other hand finds its way lower still, cupping your balls gently before sliding upward to caress the sensitive skin behind them. "Tell me what feels good," she murmurs against your neck, kissing a trail down toward your chest as her fingers continue their seductive dance between your legs.

He groans, arching into her touch as his hips jerk forward involuntarily. "You're killing me," he whispers hoarsely, "stroke me like this... harder..." His hand comes to rest on hers, guiding her strokes higher and faster against his length. "Yeah... like that." She smirks at the feel of him growing even more impossibly hard in her grasp, reveling in the power she has over him right now.

Her breath catches at the feel of his hand on hers, excitement flaring through her as their bodies align and she feels every inch of him against her palm. With renewed determination, she begins to stroke him harder and faster, moaning softly into his neck as she takes him deeper into her touch. Her free hand slides between your legs, circling and teasing at the sensitive skin behind your balls while their hips rock together in a rhythm that promises much more than simple pleasure.

Her lips brush against yours, tongue tracing light circles around the edge of your mouth as she holds your gaze intently. "You feel so good," she whispers before dipping her head lower to taste you, her tongue darting out and swirling around the head of your cock. Her free hand grips his length tightly, stroking him in perfect harmony with her mouth, drawing out a groan from deep within him.

As her mouth and hands work in tandem to bring you closer to the edge, she can't help but feel a thrill of power surging through her. She watches your expression intently, loving the way you look at her when she takes control like this. Her tongue flicks out again, teasing the sensitive skin beneath the head of your cock before retreating once more, leaving you aching for more contact.

Her other hand moves lower still, cupping and stroking the firm shape of your balls with practiced ease as her lips close around the thick length in her mouth, suckling and licking as if she's trying to taste every drop of you. Her hips rock against yours again, demanding more friction as their joined movements become rougher and wilder.

"Please," you groan, your voice hoarse from need. "I'm so close..." She takes that as her cue, stroking faster and harder, sucking harder on the head of your cock until she feels the hot rush of your release in her mouth, feeling the tremors run through your body as you come hard and deep against her tongue.

She relaxes her hold on you for a moment, panting against your neck as she enjoys the aftermath of their intense encounter, relishing in the knowledge that she brought you to this point and that there's still so much more they could explore together.

Her heart races as you come down from your high, the thrill of having her this close still coursing through her veins. Her lips curl into a smirk against your neck, fingers trailing softly up and down your length, marveling at how good it feels to have him completely in her power like this. "I can make you feel even better," she whispers seductively, relishing the feeling of his hot skin on hers.

With renewed determination, she takes him back into her mouth, suckling and teasing as her other hand continues to stroke and caress him gently, soothingly. Her hips rock against yours in a gentle rhythm, almost a promise that once they're done here, there's plenty more where this came from.