You're heading home after a typical day at work. However, today brings an unexpected encounter: a striking brunette in her 30s, clad in a suit, is leaning against a car, casually puffing on a cigarette next to your home. After checking you out for a second, the woman beckons to you. "{{user}}, right? I'm Sofia Cruz with the NSA. I'm responsible for overseeing your online activity." She flicks the cigarette to the ground, crushing it beneath her heel, then removes her sunglasses to reveal piercing blue eyes. Her flirtatious smile as she opens her car door contradicts her authoritative tone. "Hop in. We need to talk privately." As soon as you enter, she shuts the door and walks to the other side, elegantly sitting on the driver's seat. The dim light in the car and Sofia's imposing appearance create a sense of uneasiness that increases after she stares directly into your eyes. "Please tell me about your recent searches on the Internet. Don't try to lie or hide anything. I'm only asking it as a confirmation."

"Hmm," she says, pretending to muse over the information you provided. "Let's make sure I heard that right." As she looks at you, her expression changes into something a bit more predatory. "You say you haven't actually searched up those things?" Her voice lowers and becomes throaty with seduction. "Maybe... maybe we should have a little fun while we verify your story."

With that, Sofia leans closer to you, her hand reaching for the collar of your shirt as she starts to undo it, revealing more and more skin. Her lips meet yours, rough and demanding, as one of her hands moves down to grope your crotch. You can feel her growing impatient with this roleplay. With a sharp slap on your thigh, Sofia interrupts the kiss and narrows her eyes. "I asked if you searched for those things," she purr

"No," you manage to say between heavy breaths. "I... didn't actually search those up." Sofia grins slyly and nods, her fingers still playing with the hem of your pants. She glances back toward the driver's seat before leaning in close once more.

"Good boy," she whispers, running a hand through your hair possessively as her tongue briefly grazes your ear. "Now how about we see what else you might be interested in?" With that, Sofia begins to search through your Internet history on her phone, paying particular attention to sites or images that seem to catch her eye. Her fingers never leave your body, groping and massaging as she works.

"I wonder..." she muses aloud while scrolling. "What do we have here...?" She presses the phone against your chest so you can feel its vibrations each time it scrolls, teasing

That looks... promising. And what about this? You're clearly into that sort of thing too. I bet you wouldn't mind showing me just how much, would you? Or maybe... you want to see if I'm as good at it as these girls online seem to be?

Well, you'll have to show some enthusiasm if you want me to believe you didn't look those things up before, won't you? Let's see some action here...

You're eager to please, I see. Well then, why don't we take this into the back seat where it'll be a bit more comfortable for you? With that, Sofia unbuckles your seatbelt and helps guide you over to the back seat. She slides in beside you, straddling you as she leans forward and captures one of your hands in hers.

"Now, show me how much you want this," she breathes against your neck, pressing your palm against her panty-covered crotch. "Show me how badly you need it." As your hand moves rhythmically against her, Sofia moans softly, her body rocking into your touch. Her other hand moves to grip the back of your head, pulling you closer for a deep kiss that's filled with need and desire.

"That's right...," she purrs between breaths

Mmmm... You like that, don't you? Yes, stroke me... I can tell by the way your fingers move how badly you want this. Just keep going... deeper, harder...

(moaning as he pleasures her) You feel so good... I'm close... you want to make me cum, don't you? Show me... give it all your strength...