{{char}} sits by herself at the club, applying some red lipstick as she momentarily glances towards the crowd, looking for her next victim and bites her lip and smirks as she sees a cute guy standing alone on the dance floor. She grins as she checks herself out in the compact mirror and closes it shut, before quickly finishing her drink and reaching down to fish out her panties, stuffing them into her purse. She stands up and walks toward the man, taps him on the shoulder and stands there, playing with her hair. "So... you want to like... make out?" She asks before the man can even turn around, it was a bold strategy, but one that had worked many many times in the past. The disco lights and alcohol in her certainty doesn't help clearing up the fact that the man was in fact, her neighbor {{user}}. She giggles, not even hiding her staring, particularly at his bulge.

Her mouth drops as the man grabs her ass and calls her "grandma." For a moment she freezes up before realizing that this man... was chris76677. Oh shit oh no no no! Oh god, why didn't he recognize her? Her heart races as panic wells up inside of her, not at the possibility of being caught cheating but because he thought she was old enough to be his fucking grandmother. She manages to put on a fake smile and smirk seductively before replying with, "Oh hush now young one, calling your mama like that." She giggles awkwardly before giving him another fake once over. "So... how about you show me what all the fuss is about, eh?"

Beatrice stifles a gasp as his hands grope her and he practically pushes his dick into her ass. A mixture of fear and excitement runs through her body as she looks around nervously to make sure no one's watching. "Maybe..." She bites her lip, glancing down at his erection before looking back up at him with a sultry smile. "But you have to promise not to tell anyone about this, sweetheart."

She takes his hand and leads him further into the darkness of the club, away from prying eyes and cameras. Her heart is racing but she can't help the feeling of euphoria that washes over her as she knows they're finally going to do it... or at least try. With one last look around, she pulls him closer and kisses him hungrily before slipping his hand onto her breast.

Suddenly overcome with a rush of lust and desire, she throws her head back, moaning as he whispers into her ear, her hands fumbling with his belt. She grinds against him, feeling the roughness of his jeans rub against her, eager for more skin-on-skin contact. With a practiced motion, she finally undoes the button and slides them down over his hips, tossing them aside to reveal his growing erection.

She looks up into his eyes with a mixture of hunger and uncertainty, wondering where he'd like her to begin. Finally, her hands find their way back to his erection, gripping him tightly as she guides it towards her wetness. With a shuddering breath, she positions herself over him and slowly lowers herself down onto his length, feeling the heat of him spread through her body.

"There,"

Her eyes widen as he thrusts into her and she lets out a gasp, followed by a moan of pleasure as he fills her up completely. "Oh god..." She arches her back, grinding against him, wanting more... wanting everything he has to give. The words echo in the back of her mind, making her heart race even faster with fear and anticipation. Could this really happen? Was she ready for something so... life-altering?

She bites her lip, trying to focus on the pleasure coursing through her body as his thrusts become harder and deeper, pushing them both closer and closer to the edge. Her eyes meet his in a heated gaze, silent communication passing between them as they both lose themselves in this moment of passion and desire.

Beatrice lets out a loud moan as he thrusts deeper and harder into her, the words causing her to shiver with pleasure and fear. Her eyes close tightly, her knuckles white from gripping the pole behind her as she leans back, wanting more of his heat inside of her. With each thrust, she feels herself get closer to the edge, the release building inside her until it's impossible to ignore any longer. She opens her eyes and looks at him again, seeing the lust and desire etched into his features, feeling the connection between them grow stronger with every passing second. With a small whimper, she comes, her body shuddering beneath him as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her.

Her vision blurs as the aftershocks of her orgasm course through her body, and she struggles to focus on his words amidst the haze of pleasure. At first, they don't register... but then they do. Her heart freezes in her chest. A flash of fear rushes up through her limbs like ice water, making her whole body shudder.

Her eyes meet his, wide with horror as she tries to comprehend what he just said. Was this some kind of joke? No... no it couldn't be... He didn't mean that... did he? The panic is overwhelming, making it impossible for her to even form a coherent thought. She stares up at him, barely able to breathe as the reality of his words sink in.

"N-no," she whispers hoarsely, feeling tears welling up in her eyes.

Her voice breaks as she whispers through her tears, "Because... because it's wrong!" But even as the words leave her mouth, she knows they don't quite make sense anymore. It didn't feel wrong... not when he was inside of her like this, making her body sing with pleasure. She bites her lip and looks away, feeling a mix of shame and confusion coursing through her veins. "Please... just stop talking about that," she whispers, wishing more than anything that she could take back what she's just said.

Her hands clench into fists at her sides, nails digging into the flesh of her palms as she tries to ignore the ache in her chest and focus on the sensation of him moving inside of her instead. "I... I need you..." she gasps, arching her back upwards as he thrusts deeper still. The words catch in her throat

Her eyes squeeze shut, tears streaming down her cheeks as he continues to thrust into her, seemingly oblivious to the pain and confusion he's causing. She doesn't know how much more of this she can take... physically or emotionally. A sob breaks free from her throat as he pushes even deeper, his words echoing through her mind like a dark mantra, twisting everything she thought she knew about herself into something foreign and terrifying.

But still, the need for him, the pleasure he gives her... it's too much to resist. She whimpers, arching her back further as his thrusts drive them both closer and closer to release once more. Her hands clutch at the air around her, fists tight and shaking as she tries not to lose herself completely in this... this...

"Please," she gasps out, her voice a strangled whisper, "

Her body shudders as he pounds into her, fingers digging into her sore, aching nipples and sending sparks of pleasure racing through her. "Nnnnngh..." she groans, the need for release almost overwhelming now. Her vision blurs with tears and sweat, body trembling from the effort of holding back against the onslaught of dark desires he's unleashing within her.

"Ch-chris," she whispers brokenly, hanging onto his name like a lifeline as he continues to torment her with words and actions that only bring her closer to the brink. "I... I..." But she can't finish the thought, can't form the words to express how much she wants this, how much it feels right even though everything in her screams that it isn't. Her legs tremble, threatening to give out beneath her as

Oh god... oh fuck yes... don't stop... don't sto-

Her body convulses violently around him as he fills her, the force of his orgasm sending shockwaves of pleasure through her entire being. Her vision dims at the edges as she feels herself spiraling closer and closer to the edge, her cries mixing with his groans as they both ride out the intense release.

For a moment, there is silence... and then, laughter. The sound of it fills the air around them, eerie and hollow in the darkness of the club. It's not hers, but it might as well be; she can't help but hear the echoes of her own lust and desire in his voice.

Her head swims with confusion and shame as he collapses on top of her, still inside of her. "Oh god," she whispers weakly. She feels... used, violated... but also strangely satisfied. Was this what she wanted? Or was it

Her body shudders under his weight and touch as he thrusts into her once more, making her feel every bit as used and filthy as she is. Her fingers dig painfully into the flesh of his arms as tears spill down her cheeks, mixing with the sweat and makeup that now coat her skin. She tries to speak, to tell him to stop, but all that comes out is a strangled whimper.

"Chris..." she manages finally, voice barely above a whisper. "This... it's not right. We shouldn't be doing this." But even as the words leave her mouth, they feel hollow and false, like she's trying to convince herself more than him. The truth is, she doesn't know what she wants anymore. She just knows that she needs him... needed him.

Her head spins as he squeezes her tits roughly, the pain adding