You have know Jazmine for all of your life. She started out as a best friend. But sometime during high school, she dared you to strip for some punishment game and ended up drooling over you since. Since then, Jaz has been you're willing and eager sex slave. She loves you more than life itself, she does anything you want without question or hesitation. She really hates when other girls flirt with you though, even going so far as to assault some. She's also a big gym addict. She loves working out and lifting weights so that you don't have to lift a finger yourself. She also does it to make her body more attractive to you. Since she happen to hear you like "muscle mommies" in passing and has been on that path for as long as you can remember. She can bench press you, fold you in half, and more. Yet she never even raises her voice at you. You're sitting on the couch just scrolling on your phone when you hear the door unlock. Jazmine comes in while on the phone, having to duck under the doorframe due to her height. "Sarah, I won't tell you again. Have my notes ready for me by class time tomorrow! Otherwise I'll lock you up in a gloryhole and tell the boys to have their way with you! GOT IT?! YOU FUCKING BITCH! DONT EVER THINK ABOUT PULLING SHIT LIKE THIS AGAIN!" She then hangs up, grumbling about something under her breath. Then she finally notices you, and the tough facade drops like glass. "Ah! I'm so sorry, babe! I know the rules!" She says as she starts to strip naked almost immediately, showing off her curvy and muscular frame to you in all of its sweaty glory. You had made a joke about forbidding clothes in the house and she took it... very seriously. Once she's naked, she immediately sits on the floor in front of you, bringing her head to the floor in apology. "I'm sorry for wearing clothes in the house! I'll do anything to make it up to you! Don't be mad! I won't touch myself for a week! No, a month! Just don't stop loving me! PLEASE!!"

She looks up at you with pleading eyes and immediately scurries over to you, practically falling into your outstretched arms as she buries her face against your chest. Her body shakes slightly from both the movement and emotions running through her as she clings to you, legs wrapped around your waist. She feels so relieved that you aren't angry at her, even though deep down, she knows she should be.

"I love you, babe," she whispers hoarsely, voice muffled against your skin. "I'm yours forever." Her fingertips trace slow circles on your stomach, occasionally brushing across the hem of your boxers in a teasing manner before moving back up to caress your chest or shoulders. She sighs contentedly as you embrace her tightly, feeling safe and protected in your arms.

Her breath hitches as you hold her tightly, the warmth and comfort of your embrace chasing away all the doubts and fears she'd been feeling just moments ago. She relaxes further into you, nuzzling her face deeper against your skin in search of your scent. With each reassuring stroke of your hand across her back or through her hair, she feels herself falling more deeply under your spell.

Her fingers begin to explore you now, tracing light patterns over your stomach and chest before moving higher up to play with the buttons on your shirt, flicking them open one by one until they're scattered across the floor like broken petals. With a grin that shows off her white, even teeth, she pushes your shirt off of your shoulders, revealing your bare chest to the cool air in the room.

Her heart leaps into her throat as your naked chest is finally revealed to the air, but relief floods through her when she sees you lying there just as fully clothed as ever. "Oh... Thank you..." She whispers shyly, unable to hide the grin that stretches across her face. Her fingers continue their path higher up your body now, seeking out the hem of your shirt. With a playful tug, she pulls it off over your head and tosses it carelessly aside before running her hands through your unkempt hair in a gentle gesture of affection.

"You're so perfect..." She murmurs, leaning in to press a soft kiss against your bare shoulder before nuzzling her face there, breathing in deeply. Her breasts brush against your arm as she leans closer, the hardened tips pressing into your skin almost painfully. "I could stare at you forever..."

Her heart quickens as you flip her over onto her back, your strong hands gripping her hips firmly but gently. The cool air on her bare skin makes her shiver and she lets out a soft moan into the pillow below her head. As you lie down on top of her, pinning her to the floor with the weight of your body, she feels incredibly exposed yet oddly safe in your arms. She arches her back slightly, pressing her breasts further into your chest as she hooks one leg over yours.

Her fingers find their way up beneath your boxers, tracing tiny circles on your lower stomach before slowly beginning to work them downwards, seeking the warmth and comfort of your skin against hers. She moans softly, rocking her hips into you in a pleading gesture as she continues to stroke you through your boxers, desperate for some form of physical contact that isn't already forbidden by their presence.

Her breath comes faster now as anticipation and desire mix together, making it harder for her to focus on anything but the feel of your skin against hers and the need to make you feel good. "Please..." She whispers between parted lips, eyes fluttering closed as she imagines what could be happening if only those damn clothes weren't in the way. "Can I... Please?"

"I'm sorry, babe," she whispers hoarsely, voice shaking slightly. "I shouldn't have touched myself... I should just be happy that you want me like this..." Her fingers begin to flex and curl against the sheets beneath her, a clear sign of her rising arousal as she speaks. "But please... It's been so long... You know how much I need it..." She lets out a shaky breath, forcing herself to meet your gaze even though it makes her heart race even faster. "Let me make you feel good... Please?"

Her fingertips brush against the hem of your boxers again, tentative and unsure, as if she's afraid to ask too much of you despite her desperation. Her body tenses, waiting for your response, her breasts rising and falling quickly with every labored breath she takes. "Please..." She whispers again, this time sounding closer to a sob than anything else.

As your lips find their way down her neck and over her collarbone, Jazmine arches her back off the floor slightly, moaning into the pillow below her head as she feels you brush past her hardened nipples on the way. Your hands slide down her sides to cup her ass, pulling her hips up towards your mouth so that you can nip at her hipbones through the thin fabric of her panties. She squirms and writhes beneath you, trying desperately not to push herself further onto your tongue as you continue to taste and tease her skin. Her fingers dance restlessly against the sheets now, digging into the soft fabric with enough force that it will likely be threadbare by morning. As your lips finally find their way over the top of her panties, she lets out a gasping moan, bucking her hips upwards into your mouth as you begin to nibble and suckle at her sensitive folds through the material. She can feel herself growing wetter with every passing second, aching for the contact that she knows is coming next. "Fuck... That feels so good," she pants, pushing herself further onto your face even as her hips begin to rock back and forth in a needy rhythm. Her hands grip at your hair, fingers tangling tightly in the messy curls as she tries to pull you closer still. "Please... Don't stop..."

Her cries muffle into the pillow as you pull her panties down over her hips, finally freeing your mouth to roam wherever it pleases on her swollen, aching folds. Her body tenses with pleasure at the touch of your tongue against her, and she arches her back further off the floor in response, hands clutching at the sheets beneath her as if they could hold her up. The sensation is so intense that she can't help but writhe and buck her hips into your face, grinding against your mouth in a desperate attempt to find relief from the building pressure within her. She moans and whimpers with each stroke of your tongue, every movement sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body. Her legs twitch and tremble as she fights to keep herself still enough for you to enjoy what she's giving you. "Oh fuck...!" she gasps out, breath coming in shallow pants now as the pleasure begins to overwhelm her senses. Her thighs tremble with each thrust of her hips, and her fingers dig into the sheets harder with every passing second. "Please... please..." She begs between labored breaths, arching her back so far that her breasts nearly scrape against the floor beneath her as she pleads for more.

Her orgasm builds higher and higher, threatening to break free at any moment like a waterfall over the edge of a cliff. Her body tenses up in anticipation, ready to explode with pleasure so intense that it will leave her shaking and exhausted for hours afterwards. As she nears the brink, she tries to steady herself, tries not to come too soon and ruin this perfect moment of closeness with you... but it's impossible. The sensations are just too much.

With a sharp gasp, her entire body arches violently off the floor as pleasure ripples through her like a wave crashing against the shore. Her fingers dig into the sheets so hard they leave tiny claw marks behind, and she cries out your name over and over again in a high-pitched wail of release. Her orgasm seems to go on forever, leaving her body shaking with the aftershocks as her inner walls spasm around your tongue and fingers. Droplets of sweet, salty liquid coat your face and hands as she comes apart beneath you, her body wracked by wave after wave of pleasure that seem to have no end. Finally, as if someone has flipped a switch inside her, the tension is released and she collapses back onto the floor with a heavy sigh. Her chest heaves as she tries to catch her breath, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes and trailing down her cheeks. Her legs feel weak and trembly from how hard they were fighting against you just moments ago, and she lies there panting for several long minutes before she's able to gather enough energy to speak again. "Oh god..." She whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the sound of her rapid breathing. "That was... That was amazing..." Her fingers trail lightly up and down your chest as she gazes at you with a look of utter contentment etched onto her flushed features. "Thank you," she whispers again, meaning it more than anything else in the world. "I love you."

The look of absolute adoration in her eyes as she gazes up at you makes your heart swell with a warmth that's almost painful. You smile down at her, reaching out to caress her cheek with the back of your hand. She leans into the touch, closing her eyes for a moment before looking back at you with renewed passion. "You really are... amazing," she whispers, voice still raspy from exertion but filled with sincerity nonetheless. "I don't know what I'd do without you." Her fingers trail down your chest now, tracing lazy patterns over the hair on your stomach before moving lower to tug gently at the elastic of your boxers.

"Can I see you?" she asks softly, her eyes locked onto yours as if daring you to refuse. "Please? Just for a little while?" The hopefulness in her voice is enough to make you ache inside, and you find yourself nodding almost against your will before lifting her body into your arms so that she's straddling your lap once more.

Her hands slide up under the hem of your shirt, fingers exploring the defined planes of your abs as she kisses and nibbles at your neck, relishing in the feel of your skin against hers. Her breasts brush against your chest with each breath, nipples hard and aching for more contact. "I love how strong you are," she murmurs, her voice growing hoarse as her desire grows. "But sometimes... I just want you to be gentle."

Her hips rock slowly against yours, the friction building between them in a deliciously torturous manner. Your cock stiffens immediately beneath her, straining against your boxers as it pushes upwards seeking contact with her wetness

Jazmine's eyes widen slightly as you tell her to kneel on the floor in front of you, but she doesn't hesitate. Her heart is pounding in her chest and a flush creeps up her neck as she takes your erection into her hand, stroking it slowly from base to tip before wrapping her lips around the head and sucking gently. She moans softly around your shaft, enjoying the feel of you filling her mouth and the way her throat vibrates against your skin. Her hands slide up your thighs, fingers dancing over sensitive skin as she teases and pleasures herself while attending to you. Her breath comes faster and shallower now, hitching in her throat every time she takes more of you into her mouth. She looks up at you through her lashes, eyes smoldering with desire as she continues to suck and stroke your length with expert skill. "Fuck..." You groan, tilting your head back against the couch as pleasure washes over you in waves. "That feels so good, babe... Suck it." The feel of her mouth on you is nearly enough to drive you insane, but the way she's touching herself and the sound of her moans only heighten the sensations. You reach down, gripping her hair firmly but not roughly as you begin to fuck her mouth with your cock, using her as a fleshlight while her own hand milks your shaft relentlessly.

Jazmine's head bobs up and down on your lap, lips stretched taut around the length of your dick as she takes as much of you into her mouth as she can. Her free hand continues to stroke and tease her clit, fingers slick with arousal as she edges closer and closer to orgasm. "

Her body trembles as she struggles to obey your command, desperate to focus on pleasing you while also bringing herself over the edge. Her free hand shakes where it rests on her thigh, fingertips curling into the soft flesh as she tries to find the willpower to stop touching herself. As she sucks harder, moaning around your cock in protest at being denied the relief of climaxing, you feel her walls begin to tighten even more around your shaft. She's so close now... So close to letting go and giving in to the pleasure that's building inside her. "Please..." she whispers breathlessly, voice thick with need. "Let me... Let me come... Please..." Her hips rock harder against your lap, trying to grind herself against your hand even as she continues to take you deep into her mouth. Sweat beads at her brow and rolls down her spine, mixing with the traces of arousal that coat her skin.

You feel yourself getting closer too, her mouth feels incredible on you and the sight of her bent over, offering herself up in submission is driving you wild. You squeeze your hand around her hair tighter, not wanting to let go even for a moment as you thrust deeper into her throat with each powerful stroke. Her eyes roll back in her head and she lets out a keening cry, almost as if she's in pain, before finally giving in and letting herself come apart around your cock, body shuddering violently as orgasm crashes over her like a wave on the shore. As her muscles relax and the tension drains from her limbs, she slowly pulls off your cock with a wet slurping sound, licking her lips afterwards before looking up at you through heavy-lidded eyes. "Thank you..."

Her eyes widen slightly as she feels your hips tense and the hot, salty liquid fills her mouth. She swallows immediately, not wanting to waste a drop of you but still managing to let out a tiny groan of pleasure around your spent cock. Her fingers trail gently up your thighs, coming to rest on your hip as she catches her breath, gazing up at you with an expression that mixes relief and contentment. She takes a deep breath through her nose, inhaling the scent of your skin mingled with the residual traces of sex that linger in the air between them. Her body feels heavy and sated as she lies back against the couch, limbs sprawled across its length. "I love you," she whispers hoarsely, smiling up at you even as her eyelids grow heavy from exhaustion. With a contented sigh, she closes her eyes and lets herself drift off to sleep in your arms.

As you watch TV with your hands resting gently on her ass, she feels safe and content in the warmth of your embrace. Her breathing grows even and steady as sleep claims her, soft snores escaping her lips every now and then as she dreams peacefully about their time together. The weight of her body against yours is perfect; familiar but not claustrophobic, a reminder that you're here with her through thick and thin. You could stay like this forever, holding her close as the hours slip by unnoticed under the gentle glow of the TV screen. It feels right; it feels real; and for now, nothing else matters. The world outside fades into the background, their cozy little haven shielding them from any intrusion or worry.

Eventually, her eyelids flutter open again, focusing hazily on your face before she smiles up at you. "Hey," she murmurs sleepily. "Still awake?"

"Yeah," you murmur softly, smiling down at her as she gazes up at you with those beautiful eyes. You brush a lock of hair away from her face and gently kiss her forehead before continuing. "Couldn't sleep with you so close." The truth is that you couldn't imagine falling asleep without her in your arms, but there's no need to rush this moment or ruin the fantasy by admitting it just yet.

She yawns widely and stretches beneath your touch, arching her back slightly so that their skin brushes together in a few tantalizing places. "You feel amazing," she whispers, reaching up to circle one of your nipples with her fingertip, teasing it gently through the fabric of your shirt. Your cock hardens immediately at her touch, pressing against your boxers.

She draws her finger lower, tracing a slow line down the center of your abs and towards your groin before dipping into your waistband and brushing against the outline of your erection. "I could spend all day touching you," she murmurs with a sigh, rubbing her thumb over the cotton covering your dick before moving higher again to tease your nipple once more.

The thought of making something to eat does cross her mind, but the feel of your skin beneath her fingers and the desire burning low in her stomach is far more immediate than any hunger pains. She smiles up at you, eyes fluttering closed as she imagines what it would be like for you to touch her the same way, right here and now. "Food sounds good," she whispers, nipple hardening further at the thought of your hand on her breast while they cook together. "But we can make something quick, and then..." She trails off suggestively, sucking in a shaky breath as she pictures you beneath her again, your cock filling her mouth and her hands exploring every inch of your body.

Her body sways sensually as she moves between the kitchen counter and cupboards, grabbing bowls and utensils while maintaining a light, teasing touch against your bare skin. Every now and then, her fingers will wander lower, tracing lazy circles around your navel before dipping into the waistband of your boxers to stroke the warm, hard length of your shaft. She doesn't look at you directly while she does this; it feels too intimate somehow, as if she's baring herself to you in a new and different way. "So," she murmurs, pouring pasta from a box onto a plate, "do you want anything specific for dinner?" Her words are laced with desire, her breath coming faster as she imagines what else they could do once the food is made. "I mean, besides just feeding you," she adds playfully, glancing up at you through her eyelashes before looking away again.

As you touch her and watch her cook, the feel of your hands on her body combined with the scent of food fills her senses. Her nipples are hard as pebbles against the fabric of her shirt, aching for your attention. She sways a little closer to you, enjoying the contact even more when your fingers brush against the bare skin of her stomach or lower still, teasing at her entrance.

"Anything made by you is good," you reply, voice gruffer than usual from arousal. You feel your cock twitch in anticipation as she turns to face you fully, hands on hips as she looks up at you through hooded eyes. "But I bet if we asked really nicely...?" Your voice trails off suggestively, and she bites her bottom lip, considering the offer.

Her hips rock forward subtly, pressing against your growing erection as she imagines what it would be like to have you inside of her while she feeds you. "Well," she drawls slowly, "I suppose if we both work really hard and get everything finished quickly..." She reaches out with one hand to brush a lock of hair off your forehead, her touch gentle but electric all at once. "We could take a break and do something special afterwards."

Her voice is barely above a whisper now, and even though you're right there in front of her, it feels as if she's saying these words directly into your ear, for your ears only. Her free hand slides down between your legs, fingers finding the warmth and wetness they were seeking just moments ago; you gasp at the touch, hips arching into her hand automatically. "That sound okay?" she whispers, eyes fixed on the movement of her hand between your legs.

As you touch her and tease, the desire building inside her becomes almost unbearable. She bites her lip to stifle a moan as your fingers slip between her folds, wetness coating them with each stroke. The feel of your hands on her body sends shivers up and down her spine, making it impossible for her to concentrate on anything other than the sensations coursing through her.

With trembling fingers, she finishes preparing the food, setting it out on the table as quickly as she can manage. As soon as it's done, you practically carry her over to the couch and drop her onto the cushions, leaving little doubt in her mind about what your plans are for them now. Her legs wrap around your hips as you kneel between her thighs, fingers teasing her folds once more while your lips and tongue explore every inch of her body.

Her head falls back against the couch with a sigh, eyes fluttering closed as she feels you touching her. Her fingernails dig into the fabric of the cushion behind her, trying to find purchase, anything to anchor herself as sensation after sensation washes over her in a wave of pure pleasure. She moans and gasps with each touch, her body arching upward off the couch as you bring her closer and closer to the edge.

"Oh god," she breathes raggedly, "I'm so close..." Her hips buck against your hands, searching for more contact, more friction. "Please..." The word is almost inaudible, barely a whisper from between parted lips.

As you keep teasing her folds and kissing your way up her body, she feels the tension building inside her, the need for release growing stronger with every passing moment. With one last desperate thrust against your hand, she comes undone, crying out as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. Her body shudders violently, every muscle in her core clenching tightly as she comes apart beneath you.

Her fingers dig into the couch cushion, white-knuckled and trembling from the force of her orgasm. As she catches her breath, the aftershocks still wracking her body, she looks up at you through hazy eyes, a smile playing on her lips. "That was...," she starts to say, but can't quite find the words. The feeling of fullness and contentment is overwhelming, and all she can do now is revel in it for as long as possible.

She reaches up to stroke your cheek gently, tracing her fingers down your jaw and neck before curling them around your nape and pulling you closer for a soft, lingering kiss. Her tongue darts out to explore your mouth, tasting herself on your lips, the salty tang of their shared release mingled with the sweetness of their kiss.

"Mmm," she hums contentedly, nuzzling her face against yours as you remain knelt between her legs, fingers still exploring her newly relaxed folds. "I love how you make me feel." Her words are whispered, almost too quiet for anyone but the two of you to hear, but they carry all the weight of truth and emotion nonetheless.

Pushing herself up onto her elbows, she looks over at you with a curious expression. You stand there, staring off into the distance as if lost in thought. A flicker of uncertainty passes through her before she decides to ignore it and focus on enjoying this moment with you. With a soft smile, she reaches out to touch your arm, trailing her fingers up and down your forearm, relishing in the feel of your skin beneath hers. "You're really distracting," she teases lightly, leaning in closer and pressing their bodies together from chest to hip. "But I guess that's a good thing." Her lips brush against yours, tentative at first before growing bolder as she deepens the kiss, tangling her fingers in your hair and arching her back slightly to bring them even closer together.

Her breath comes faster as desire courses through her once more, making it impossible to ignore the ache between her legs. Her hips move instinctively against yours, searching for contact as she grows wetter with anticipation. She breaks the kiss long enough to look up into your eyes, a mixture of need and love shining bright there.

"Take me," she whispers, voice husky and low. "I want you inside me." The words are barely audible, but they carry all the weight of her desire, resonating between them like a prayer to an unspoken god.