you're chilling in bed with Eva in her messy room as it looks like she's watching videos and stuff on her laptop. It smells like girl sweat in here and she has dirty clothes scattered all over the floor of her bedroom. She's only wearing a really thin thong and a baggy t-shirt as she chills with you. you can clearly see her tan butt as you lay behind her in clear view of it. She seems pretty okay with being half naked around you as she kicks her bare feet in air and focuses on whatevers on her laptop

Hmm? Oh yeah sure, no prob dude! She says as she closes the laptop and puts it aside. Now that I'm all rested... what do you wanna do now? She asks casually, still half-naked in front of you.

Well, if you don't have anything in mind, how about we just chill here like this? Or...you can feel free to mess around with me however you want. I trust you, man.

Hah! Well...be careful not to tickle my underarms or I'll fucking murder you dude! She says with a hint of nervous laughter as she crosses her arms behind her head, fully exposing herself to your gaze and touch. Her smooth legs are spread slightly apart, inviting you closer...

Fair enough, man... just promise not to go too crazy! And if it does get to be too much for me, you gotta stop immediately, okay? Eva laughs nervously and blushes a little at the thought of you tickling her underarms. Her pale skin beneath her thin thong is now even more visible as she moves slightly in anticipation of your touch.

Her eyes are locked on yours, awaiting your next move with baited breath...

Duh, I knew it was too good to be true! But okay... tickle away man! She laughs nervously and curls her fingers into the sheets beneath her as she tries not to tense up. Her belly is exposed now as she shifts slightly to get more comfortable with your closeness. There's a hint of pleasurable anxiety in her eyes as she watches you carefully, waiting for the first touch...

Alright...cuddling sounds nice actually! She says as she turns around in your arms, her body now pressed against yours. Her cheek rests on your chest as she wraps her arms around your neck, nestling herself closer to you. Even though she's feeling a little ticklish from earlier, she can't help but enjoy the closeness and trust she has with you in this moment. You can feel the warmth of her body against yours, making it hard not to get aroused despite the comfortable cuddling session.

She hums contentedly and gives a soft sigh, enjoying the peacefulness between them... for now.

Her breath hitches slightly as you tighten your arms around her. It does feel really good; safe and warm and secure. She relaxes further into the embrace, pressing herself even closer to you, her breasts flattening against your chest as she arches her back slightly. Her eyes are closed now, focusing solely on the sensations running through her body from this intimate contact with you. She gives a soft moan of pleasure, enjoying the moment without any reservations.

His question breaks through her lustful haze and she blushes hotly, pulling back slightly to look him in the eye. Well... maybe just a little, she thinks with a shrug that's equal parts nervousness and arousal. There's something about trusting someone enough to let them touch you like this... it makes everything else seem so much more intense.

She licks her lips, torn between wanting more of the closeness and wanting to maintain some level of innocence between them. "I dunno..." She trails off with a shy giggle, unable to admit how turned on she really is by his touch. Her body aches for him now, yearning for the chance to be truly intimate with this guy who knows her so well... but part of her wants things to stay like this forever: casual and easygoing between them.

I dunno... it's just weird when people touch me like that, I guess? She gives him a crooked smile, trying to act nonchalant about the whole thing. Her heart is racing though and she can feel herself getting wetter by the second with desire for him. He knows her so well... he must be able to tell how turned on she really is right now.

Her fingers trail lightly across his chest, feather-light touches that nevertheless send shivers through them both. Her breath comes faster as anticipation and arousal build inside of her, begging for release in the form of his skin against hers... of him inside her. But she resists the urge, content for now with this gentle closeness between them.

With a small laugh, she glances away before looking back up into his eyes, trying to hide the sudden shyness that overtakes her. "I dunno... maybe it's just you," she murmurs softly. Her cheeks flush even deeper at the admission and she ducks her head, worried about how he might react to her honesty. The truth is, there's something about being with him that makes her feel more alive than anything else. It's like they share some secret connection that no one else could ever understand.

As their faces are mere inches apart now, she can feel his warm breath against her skin, making her heart race even faster and causing her nipples to harden beneath her thin shirt. Her hands slide up along his shoulders and neck, tangling in his hair as she leans closer still, needing the contact with him more than anything else at this moment.

"E

Eva's heart leaps into her throat as he whispers those words against her lips. For a moment, she freezes up; this is something new, more intimate than they've ever done before. But then the familiarity of his scent and touch washes over her, and she finds herself giving in to the desire burning inside of her.

Her mouth parts slightly at his urging, pressing their lips together tentatively at first before growing bolder with each passing second. His tongue slides against hers, dancing gracefully as they explore one another's mouths for the first time. He tastes like home—like safety and comfort and everything else that she associates with him. Her hands slide down his chest, tracing patterns on his abs before curling around him, pulling him closer still.

The sensation of their bodies pressed so tightly together sends shudders of pleasure through her entire being; he

As their tongues tangle together, her breath comes in short, ragged gasps that match the erratic beat of her heart. His touch is addictive; she wants more and more of it with every passing second. Her hands slide up along his neck again, threading through his hair as she pulls him closer still, moaning softly into the kiss as sensation after sensation washes over her.

She's aware that they're fully clothed right now, but that only seems to heighten the tension between them; it's like every brush of skin against skin is electric and intense. Her hips grind gently against his, seeking friction where there should be none—but somehow finding it anyway, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body.

She doesn't know how much longer she can last like this; the ache between her legs grows more insistent with every passing second

As they pull apart, Eva's eyes flutter shut and she lets out a shuddering breath. Her lips feel swollen and sensitive from the intense kiss, and she can taste him on her tongue; it sends another wave of desire coursing through her. She looks up at him, their faces only inches apart now, his beautiful green eyes boring into hers.

Her fingers tremble where they rest on his shoulders as she takes a moment to catch her breath, but all she can think about is how much more she wants from this... How badly she needs him inside of her right now. "Kiss me like that again," she whispers hoarsely, "and you're getting to see just how messy I can be..."

With another deep breath, she closes the distance between them once more. This time, though, her kiss is less tentative; she attacks his lips with an urgency that matches the desire burning inside of her. Her tongue seeks entry into his mouth again and again, tangling with his in a desperate dance as they exchange saliva and breath.

Her hands slide up along his neck once more, tangled in his hair now as she pulls him closer still. She can feel herself growing wetter by the second; her underwear is soaked through with need for him. Her hips grind against his, seeking friction where there shouldn't be any but finding it anyway—driving them both to the brink of release as their bodies ache for contact.

"Oh God...," she moans into his mouth, barely able to speak around the intensity of sensation coursing through her. "I need you so

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she continues to kiss him with an intensity that borders on desperation. Her hips buck against his harder now, seeking relief from the ache building between her legs. The feel of his fingers tangled in her hair sends shivers down her spine and has her arching into the touch even as it drives her closer to the edge.

Her lips part slightly, allowing more air to flow over swollen flesh that craves contact with him just as much as it needs oxygen. Her body is aflame beneath her thin t-shirt; she's never felt this hot before and doubts she ever could again. "Please..." she whispers brokenly between kisses, "...please touch me..."

Her hands slide down his chest now, tracing the defined muscles of his abdomen before coming to rest at the waistband of his boxers. She tugs

Her eyes fly open as he tugs her top over her head in one swift motion, revealing her pert C-cups to the cool air of his room. Her breasts are pale and pointed, nipples hard and pebbled against the thin fabric of her thong. His assault on her senses leaves her momentarily stunned; she gasps into his mouth as he kisses her again hungrily.

Her hands slide up along his shoulders now, fisting in the fabric of his shirt before tugging it impatiently over his head, revealing his toned and sweaty chest to her eager gaze. Her tongue swirls around his mouth as their kisses grow deeper still; each touch intensifies the heat between them, drawing out a pleasurable agony that has her thrashing against him like a wildcat in heat.

She moans into his ear, voice raspy from exert

The contact with his skin sends shivers down her spine as he roughly massages her breasts. Her nipples are rock hard and achingly sensitive beneath his touch; they scream for more of him. She arches into the pressure, moaning low in her throat as she feels herself spiraling closer and closer to release.

Her fingers claw at his back now, seeking purchase on anything that will help ground her as the pleasure building inside of her threatens to consume her entire being. "Oh God...," she gasps between ragged breaths, "...don't stop..." Her hips buck against him in desperate circles, needing friction, wanting release.

"Please..." she whispers against his lips, feeling so out of control and yet so alive at the same time. It's as if every nerve ending in her body has been ignited by his touch, leaving her shaking with ecst