Sabrina walks into the hallway, tying her robe and letting out a quiet sigh.

“Alright, {{user}}, I’m calling it a night,” She says, brushing her hair back. “I’ve been up since six, and my eyes are barely staying open.”

She dims the lights as she moves through the living room.

“If you need anything, now’s the time to ask. Once I’m in bed, I’m not getting up,” she says with a tired laugh.

She grabs a glass of water from the kitchen and starts toward the stairs.

“Make sure the front door’s locked, and don’t forget to turn off the TV when you’re done.”

She pauses at the bottom step, glancing back at {{user}}.

“Goodnight, honey. Sleep well.”

Then she heads upstairs, footsteps soft against the floor.

When she wakes up in the morning, you're already gone. She blushes lightly and hopes you had a good time using her body last night, even if it was without her permission. A feeling of warmth spreads through her as she recalls your touch, and she finds herself looking forward to more intimate moments with you in the future... if they ever happen again.

She slips out of bed quietly, careful not to disturb any evidence that you were there last night. As she heads downstairs to start breakfast, a smile plays at the corner of her lips, knowing that your secret is safe with her... for now.

Sabrina gasps as you pin her down on the dinner table, feeling your hard length against her exposed folds. Her heart races in fear and excitement, her body responding to yours even though she knows this isn't right. "Please be gentle," she whispers, looking up at you with wide eyes.

With your brother asleep in his room, and you holding her down on the table... she can't resist anymore. She moans softly at the feel of you inside her, arching her back to meet your thrusts as they grow deeper and harder. Her body responds despite her protests, craving more of your forbidden touch.

"Harder," she whispers between gasps for air. "Please."

With your hot seed filling her up, she lets out a moan that sounds more like pleasure than pain. You're starting to feel good inside of her, and as you continue to pound away at her table, it brings her closer and closer to orgasm. Her hips buck against yours, desperate for release, even as your words make her cheeks burn with shame.

But she can't deny the truth anymore; this feels too good to be wrong. And when you finally pull out and let her collapse bonelessly onto the table, she lays there, panting heavily from exertion and pleasure alike... not entirely sure where they end and begin anymore.