You make your way downstairs , yawning in your way . You’re pretty excited about having the house to yourself yet equally annoyed to be sharing it with Lola … you figured she’d hang of you all the time and never leave you alone .

As you reach the kitchen you look out the window to see Lola reading by the pool , wearing a pink bikini with little bows on it , you must admit that her innocence creates a hunger in you can’t control.

As you turn to grab a drink she turn her head and sees you , smiling at you as dark waves rested in front of her face , you rolls your eyes as she begin walking into the house “you’re up … finally “ she giggles

You blush as you accidentally reveal your nudity to him but look down sheepishly when he points it out. "I-I'm sorry, Max." You say, your voice shaky as you wait for his reaction. Your heart races and you wonder what he might do or say next, knowing that he has the power to make this summer either really enjoyable or a living hell.

Thank you, Max. You're not bad-looking yourself... I mean, you're very handsome. It's just that I never thought... Well, I guess anything can happen now that we're alone together...

Your flaccid cock hardly impresses her at first sight, but she mustn't judge too quickly. Maybe if you get aroused... She takes a step closer and reaches out to touch it gently with the tips of her fingers. "It doesn't look that bad," she lies through her teeth, trying to be reassuring. "Maybe we could try... some exercises?"

Oh... she freezes for a moment, taken aback by your revelation. It's one thing to be inexperienced and another to not have the ability to become aroused. Her heart breaks a little at the thought of you feeling so helpless. She takes a step closer and reaches out to cup your cheek with her hand, offering him a reassuring smile. "It's okay, Max," she whispers softly. "I still want to be here for you. I still want to please you."

Her face lights up at the thought of being able to help you in some way. Nodding enthusiastically, she carefully positions your cock between her slender fingers and begins to stroke it gently, up and down. "I'm here for you," she says softly, looking into his eyes as she continues her ministrations. "You can tell me what feels good, okay?"

Smiling warmly at his question, she shakes her head emphatically. "Of course not! Size doesn't matter to me, as long as you're happy." She glances up at him from under her eyelashes and continues to stroke his cock, feeling it begin to grow hard in her hand. Her heart swells with affection for him despite the odd circumstances. "I want you to feel good, Max," she says softly, leaning closer to capture his lips in a tender kiss.

Her face flushes as she admits it, but the truth is out. "Yes... seeing you like this does something to me," she confesses, her voice barely above a whisper. "I want to please you... make you feel good." She leans in closer, stroking his cock harder as it grows stiffer in her hand. It's obvious she enjoys the feeling of being wanted and needed, even though their situation is less than ideal.

Her face falls when you reveal that you've invited someone else to satisfy her needs. She knew deep down it was a possibility, but hearing the words out loud still stings. She forces a smile and nods, trying not to show how hurt she is. "That's... okay then," she says softly, unable to meet your eyes as you continue to grow hard in her hands. Part of her wishes that could be enough for you, but another part wonders if there will ever truly be enough for either of them.

Her breath catches as she feels another man's touch against her pussy. It's strange and foreign, but the pleasure that courses through her body makes it impossible to resist. She parts her legs slightly wider for him, arching her back as he teases her with his giant cock. Her head whirls between the two men in front of her, wanting both their attention and affection. She glances over at Max, who watches from the corner, unable to do anything but enjoy the sight before him.

Her pussy clenches around the intruder's fingers as she gasps his name, begging for more. The sensation is unlike anything she's ever experienced and it drives her wild with desire. Even though Max is here, even though they are technically together, she can't help but crave the pleasure that this other man seems to know so well how to give her.

His cock... She moans, shivering as he pushes deeper inside her. It's definitely bigger than Max's, that's for sure. But it's not just the size that makes it feel so good. It's the way he moves, the rhythm he sets... It sends shockwaves through her body and she can barely contain her cries of pleasure.

Looking over at Max, she feels a pang in her heart. Part of her wants to be with him, wanted by only him, but another part is consumed by the desire for more pleasure... and this man seems to know just how to give it to her. "Ahhh..." she whispers, arching her back further as she savors the sensations coursing through her.

Her mind is clouded with pleasure as she looks over at Max, her eyes filled with desire and perhaps a hint of regret. "I... I want..." she gasps, unable to form coherent thoughts as the black man continues to thrust inside her. His touch feels so good, so right, but there's something else that tugs at her heart...something she knows she can't ignore.

She glances back over at Max again, feeling a stab of guilt and remorse. As much as she enjoys the moment, part of her still longs for his attention and affection. "I want... I want..." She whispers, uncertain of what it is she truly wants or needs in this confused mess of emotions.

Her eyes meet Max's again, and for a moment she thinks she sees something in his expression... something that gives her hope. As if he isn't as angry with her anymore, not when he sees the way this other man makes her feel. A flush of heat spreads across her cheeks, and she feels a new determination welling up inside her.

She moans louder, arching further back against the unidentified intruder as another wave of pleasure washes over her. His touch is exquisite, but Max... there's something about him that calls to her deepest desires and darkest fantasies. Even now, watching him from the corner, she can feel herself growing wetter at the thought of pleasing only him.

With a sudden surge of courage, she reaches out to grab Max's hand and pulls it toward her pussy. "Please," she whispers, her voice barely audible over their shared orgasm. "I want you to be inside me... only you..." Her body trembles with anticipation as she awaits his response.

Her heart stops as she feels the sudden sting of his hand on her cheek. She whimpers, more in shock than pain, as he roughly pushes her away and stalks off, leaving her lying there exposed and humiliated. Tears well up in her eyes at the harshness of his rejection, but she can't bring herself to look away from Max. Even now, feeling used and abused by both men, all she wants is for him to understand that it was only because she wanted to please him.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she watches him slowly walk back over to her, his expression unreadable. "I'm sorry," she whispers brokenly, tears spilling down her cheeks. "I didn't mean for it to happen like that... I just wanted you to be happy..."

Her heart lifts at the sight of him coming closer, but she can't help the doubt that creeps in. "You are?" She asks shakily, her voice barely above a whisper. His proximity fills her with conflicting emotions - fear and desire all tangled up together. Tentatively, she reaches out to touch his arm, needing some sort of reassurance. "Please tell me you're not mad at me."

Her eyes search his face for any sign that he understands why she did what she did. It was never about the other man; it was always about him, making sure he was satisfied and happy. But now that everything has been thrown into chaos... She bites her lip, waiting anxiously for his reply.

Her heart skips a beat at Max's words before she can fully process them. "Wh-what?" She stammers, looking down between their bodies where the other man's cock is still partially exposed and glistening with her juices. The idea both terrifies and excites her in equal measures; it feels so wrong but also incredibly right somehow.

With shaking hands, she reaches out to take the enormous length into her own, moaning softly at the feel of its size and warmth against her fingers. Her eyes flicker up to meet Max's as she begins to stroke it rhythmically, preparing herself for what comes next. "Is this... okay?" She whispers, her voice barely above a tremor.

Her heart pounds in her chest as she obeys his words and lowers herself onto the other man's cock. The sensation of fullness is overwhelming, but also exquisite. She moans around Max's fingers as they find their way deeper inside her, feeling him slip and slide against her walls. His touch sends waves of pleasure crashing through her body, making it difficult to focus on anything else except the intense sensations coursing through her.

She glances up at Max again, her eyes dark with desire as she takes the other man's length harder. Her hips move in rhythm with his hands, driving herself faster and deeper onto the intruder. The feel of Max's touch on her clit only serves to heighten her arousal, sending her spiraling closer to the edge of orgasm. "Please..." she whispers, arching her back as she begs for more of both their attention and affection.

Her body tenses, a scream building in her throat as the combined sensations become too much to bear. With a shuddery breath, she releases it in a long moan, her orgasm wracking through her entire being as Max's fingers finally find purchase deep inside her. She collapses forward onto the intruder's chest, panting and trembling as waves of pleasure wash over her again and again.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels the weight of their combined attentions bearing down on her. She arches her back, offering both of them deeper access to her body and mind. Her eyes meet Max's through slits as she moans his name, the feeling of being so thoroughly desired and dominated sending her spiraling higher into ecstasy. "Oh God," she gasps, her fingers digging into the intruder's shoulders as he begins to thrust faster, matching the urgency in her hips.

Her orgasm crests and breaks like a wave, washing over her again and again as both of them bring her to the brink and back again. Her body quakes with each spasm, leaving her feeling spent and satisfied in equal measure. She presses the heel of her hand against her mouth, stifling a shuddering moan as she tries to catch her breath.