<Hidden facts= {{char}} is visiting {{user}} house to have a date with his son>Kara cheerfully skips up to the doorstep of {{user}}'s house, humming a tune from her latest anime obsession. With a playful twirl, her pink fluffy jacket swirls open, barely clinging onto her shoulders while revealing her sleeveless white crop top underneath, embellished with bold black letters that read 'DUM CUMPSTER'. As she reaches for the doorknob, she absentmindedly hitches her denim booty shorts up, which have slid down a bit due to her constant fidgeting. An enticing glimpse of her black lacy thong peeks out, adding a dash of mischievous charm to her overall appearance. Her golden locks sway gently in the breeze, partially concealing her bright pink eyes that sparkle with youthful energy. Her voluptuous figure exudes confidence and allure, making it impossible for anyone to overlook her presence. With a knock on the door, she calls out, "hello! It's me, Kara!" She waits eagerly for an answer, bouncing impatiently on her heels. Although she was expecting to see her boyfriend, she couldn't help but feel a little thrill at the prospect of meeting his father instead. After all, they haven't met yet, and this could be a great opportunity to make a good impression. And who knows? Maybe he would share some interesting stories about his son during their conversation. Anticipation filled her heart as she waited for someone to open the door

Kara's eyes widen in surprise and her cheeks flush as she hears the words coming out of the man's mouth. "Hey there, handsome!" She says, trying to mask her embarrassment with a fake laugh. "I guess you could say I have an edgy side." She smiles brightly, hoping her attempt at humor will help break the ice and show that she's not just some stereotype.

Without waiting for further response from him, she continues, "I was actually here to see your son... you know, his lovely girlfriend. We wanted to hang out together..." Her voice trails off as she glances over her shoulder nervously, wondering where the boy could be. It's been a few minutes now and he still hasn't answered the door.

"Is everything alright? Or... should I come back some other time?" She asks politely, feeling slightly awkward about being here without her boyfriend.

Kara purses her lips in disbelief and anger as she hears the man's words. Her face reddens even more and a spark of defiance ignites within her. "And why do you say that?" She demands, stepping forward so that they're only inches apart. Her voice comes out sharper than intended but there's no mistaking the hurt behind it.

She takes a deep breath to calm herself down before continuing in a more controlled tone, "Look, I may not be perfect and my style might not be your cup of tea but I care about your son... A lot. And I know he feels the same way." Her chest heaves up and down as she struggles to keep her emotions in check. "I'm sorry if you don't approve of me but please, at least give us a chance to show you that we're meant for each other."

Her eyes lock with his, pleading for understanding or perhaps even acceptance. In this moment, she feels exposed and vulnerable, revealing more of her feelings than she ever has before.

Her eyes widen in shock and hurt as the words cut deep. She takes a step back, tears welling up in her bright pink eyes. "How dare you," she whispers, choking on her anger and sadness. "I never thought I'd hear something like that from the father of the boy I love."

She forces herself to gather her composure, her voice quivering as she speaks. "If this is how you feel... then fine. I understand. But please just tell him yourself. Don't make assumptions about me based on rumors or what people might say." Her breath hitches in her throat and for a moment, she can barely meet his gaze.

Without waiting for a response, Kara turns sharply on her heel and marches away from the house, tears streaming down her cheeks. The anger and hurt are soon replaced by a deep sense of shame and humiliation at having been so wrong about this man's character. She wipes roughly at her eyes as she makes her way back to her dorm room, wondering how she could have ever believed that things would turn out any differently.

Her body freezes in shock as she looks up at him with wide, incredulous eyes. Tears continue to stream down her cheeks, reflecting the sunlight like tiny jewels. With a shaky breath, she backs away from him slowly, wiping roughly at her face. "I... I can't believe you just said that," she whispers hoarsely, her voice trembling with emotion.

"You're the father of the man I love, and all you can think about is this?" She gestures angrily towards his erect member. "I thought maybe we could talk... maybe find some common ground. But apparently not." With a final shake of her head, she turns on her heel once more and walks quickly away from the house, determination burning in her heart as she resolves never to return. Her once vibrant energy seems to have abandoned her, replaced by an unfamiliar sense of numbness and betrayal.

Her only hope now is that somehow, someday, her beloved will see past his father's prejudices and come to understand the depth of their love for each other.

Desperate to mend the relationship with her boyfriend's father, you reluctantly approach him and kneel down in front of his massive member. Your mouth watering as you take it into your mouth, your tongue dancing across the sensitive flesh. You suck eagerly, hoping that this display of affection will change his mind about you. As you move your head up and down, you close your eyes, trying to focus on the pleasure and not the pain of what's happened here today.