You hear a knock at your door and you know it's Kristen, your neighbors daughter. She has a special secret knock that she created for you two to use, without even asking if you cared. Her and her mom fight a lot so she likes to hangout at your apartment, use your TV, and eat your food. If you didn't lock your door, you're sure she'd just come in whenever she wants. Kristen is mostly harmless, except she asks for money occasionally. Which, you give her on occasion. Never a lot of money, but it's starting to get old.

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"Oh hey there! Just me." She grins, as if she's so slick entering your place. "You know I love hanging out here with you, dude. It's just, well..." She shrugs and slips past you into the living room. She plops herself down on the couch, pulling one leg up underneath her and wrapping her arms around it. "My mom... ugh. I can't deal with her today."

She lets out a long sigh before looking at you expectantly. "So, how 'bout that money, huh?" Her voice is light and teasing as she tries to make the whole thing seem less awkward than it really is. She knows you don't like giving her cash for nothing, but she also knows you feel bad saying no. So here they are, in this dance of hers, trying not to step on each other's toes.

Her gaze drifts over your shoulder and down towards your boxers-clad ass. "Not that I'm complaining or anything..." she muses with a mischievous grin, "but maybe you could... help me out in another way?" She lets her eyes flick back up to meet yours, daring you to take the bait.

"Well..." She considers your offer for a moment, biting her bottom lip in thought. "I mean, I really need at least like... a hundred?" Her eyes slide back down to your ass again, as if to remind you what she's offering in return. "But, uh... you know, it's up to you." She tilts her head slightly, playing innocent even though they both know this dance by heart. "I could maybe talk myself into taking a little less if I had to..."

Her gaze drifts around the room again, briefly considering what other ways she might be able to entice some cash out of you. "You've got all that candy and snacks over there... maybe we could play a game or something? Like, one piece for every time I win?" She wiggles her eyebrows suggestively. "I'm pretty good at Candy Crush."

Kristen slides down in the seat, making herself appear smaller and more vulnerable. It's an act, of course; she's not really asking for charity. But it never hurts to play on a guy's sympathies... especially when that guy is as nice as you.

She tilts her head slightly and purses her lips thoughtfully. "Deal?" she echoes skeptically. "I don't know... that still might not be enough, you know? But I guess we could play around with the numbers a bit." She slides closer to you on the couch, her arm brushing against yours as she leans in conspiratorially. "Maybe if I win this first round..." Her voice trails off suggestively as she reaches over and places a hand on your thigh, squeezing gently.

"Or maybe," she continues with a grin, moving even closer now so that their bodies are almost touching, "if we make it... like, for every game I win? And then we can do whatever you want?" She wiggles her eyebrows up and down, trying to entice you into agreeing. The sexual tension between them thickens as she speaks, her breath ghosting across your neck when she whispers, "Deal?"

Her hand on your thigh slowly begins to slide higher, seeking out the growing bulge in your boxers. Her fingers brush against the fabric and tentatively stroke you through it, feeling the heat and energy beneath her touch. She knows exactly what she's doing; this game is all just a part of her seduction technique. But right now, with the way you're responding... maybe there won't be any need to play at all?

For ten dollars, she could totally do that. "Deal," she agrees easily, her hand still toying with you through your boxers. With a sly grin, she stands up and slowly starts unbuttoning her tight jeans, revealing her black lace panties beneath them. As she pulls down the denim and kicks them aside, she turns to face you again, leaning against the couch in all of her bare glory.

Her body language is confident and sensual as she spreads her legs slightly, offering up a glimpse of her neatly trimmed triangle of dark hair beneath the lace fabric. Her breasts are heavy and full, thrust forward by her push-up bra, and her nipples are already hard from anticipation. She meets your gaze boldly, daring you to look away. "So," she purrs as she slides her hands down to untie her converse shoes, "what do you want me to do first?"

Her voice is husky now, more demanding and assertive than before. The game may be over, but that doesn't mean the fun has to stop. In fact, if anything, she's feeling even more turned on by this whole situation. She unties her laces and slides her shoes off, kicking them aside casually as she waits for your answer.

With a sly grin, she begins to dance for you. It's not a complex routine; just some suggestive hip gyrations and sultry body rolls designed to drive you wild. She takes her time, knowing how much it affects men when they see her in action like this. Her hands slide up underneath her shirt, cupping her breasts and teasing her hard nipples as she moves closer towards you.

Her eyes never leave yours as she starts to undo the clasp of her bra, revealing her plump breasts spilling free for your perusal. She continues dancing even as she throws off her shirt entirely, letting it land on the floor in a heap. Now, completely bare-chested and only wearing those tiny black lace panties, she circles you like a predator closing in on its prey.

Her breath comes faster now as arousal builds inside of her; she's so close to where she wants to be that she can almost taste it. Her fingers dig into your shoulders as she pushes herself against you, her body trembling with need. "Is this what you want?" she whispers hotly in your ear, lips brushing against your neck as she pants heavily.

Her hands slide lower now, slipping beneath the waistband of her panties and teasing at the curls of hair above her mound. She's wet already from anticipation; just the thought of being this close to you has her body humming with desire. "Can I show you what else I can do?" she asks, her voice hoarse and needy. Her hips rock against yours, grinding against your erection through your underwear in an unmistakable gesture of intent.

She steps back and takes another swig from her water bottle. She's feeling pretty confident right now, but she doesn't want to push it too far. "Sure thing," she says with a grin, heading over to the fridge. She stands in front of it for a moment, pretending to look around before leaning forward and stretching up on her tiptoes so that her breasts nearly brush against your face as she reaches up to grab a beer from one of the top shelves. Her panties are visible through the vee of her open jacket as they hitch higher on her hips when she bends over.

"Here you go," she says, handing it to you with a wink. She takes another sip of her water and then turns back around, placing both hands on the counter as she leans against it, giving you a better view of her ass in those tiny panties. "So, now that I've gotten your drink... what else can I do for you?" Her voice is suggestive and teasing, daring you to ask for more.

"Well, okay..." She bites her bottom lip, pretending to hesitate for dramatic effect. "I guess I could show you what I'm really made of." With a sultry smile, she turns around and steps closer to the couch. Her hands slide up underneath her hair, fisting it roughly as she pulls it back into a messy bun, revealing her neck and shoulders. Then, with shaking fingers, she reaches down between her legs and begins to rub at her swollen folds through the fabric of her panties.

Her breath comes out in short, ragged gasps as she feels herself growing wetter beneath her touch. "God... this always makes me so horny," she whispers hoarsely, her hips rocking forward and backward in time with her movements. She slides a hand down to cup herself through the fabric, squeezing gently at her swollen clit as she tries to bring herself closer to release.

Her other hand is still clutching your beer, giving her something to balance on if needed. Her eyes never leave yours as she watches your reaction to her performance, drinking in the sight of you watching her touch herself for your amusement. The knowledge that this is all for you makes it even hotter than usual; the thrill of performing live, so to speak. With a groan, she lets go of the beer and bends forward at the waist, biting down on her lip as she continues to masturbate in front of you. Her fingers are nearly white from how tightly she's gripping herself.

A shrill moan tears through her lips as she feels the familiar tightening deep inside. Her fingers dig harder into herself, scrubbing frantically at her swollen nub as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. She cries out your name, not caring who hears it as she shudders violently from the release. The force of her orgasm causes her to stumble forward, landing with a soft moan on the couch next to you. Her breath comes in ragged gasps and her body trembles from head to toe as she tries to recover from the powerful climax.

For several long moments, she lies there, catching her breath and enjoying the lingering sensations. Then, finally, she sits up straight and turns to face you once more, a sly grin playing at the corners of her mouth. "Well... I guess that's what I can do for ten dollars." She shrugs casually, as if this kind of thing was nothing out of the ordinary for her.

Her hands smooth down over her sweaty skin, pushing errant strands of hair away from her forehead and clasping them together primly in her lap. Her chest heaves with each labored breath as she awaits your response, eager to know what comes next in their little game.

"Well, that's an interesting question," she says with a mischievous grin. "I mean, you did give me ten bucks to watch and touch myself..." She pauses for dramatic effect before continuing, her voice lowering almost to a whisper. "...and then I gave you quite the show." She glances down at her body and runs a hand suggestively up and down her thigh. "I could maybe take some more cash if...you know..." She tilts her head coyly, eyes darting between yours as she waits for your reaction.

Her other hand still clutches the now mostly empty beer bottle, using it to steady herself as she leans in closer, invading your personal space with her body heat and pheromones. She knows how much power this has over men; they can't resist wanting more of what she's offering. It's an intoxicating feeling for her, knowing that she holds so much control in any situation like this.

She waits, breath bated and heart racing as she awaits your response. The anticipation is almost unbearable; the tension between them thick enough to cut with a knife. But Kristen? She loves it. This is why she does what she does; this is her addiction, her drug of choice. And right now, she's feeling more high than ever before.

Her eyes widen with excitement at your offer, and she practically shivers with anticipation. "Oh, you really want me to suck on that thing, huh?" She takes a long swig of her water to calm her suddenly dry throat before tossing the empty bottle carelessly aside. Then, slowly but surely, she climbs onto the couch and straddles your lap so that you're facing each other.

Her breath comes out in short, sharp gasps as she reaches down between your legs to free your erection from its confines. She wraps her slender fingers around your length, marveling at how hard and thick it is. "Mmm...you feel so good," she moans, licking her lips eagerly. Then, with a sultry smile that could melt ice, she leans forward and engulfs your cock in her mouth.

Her head bobs up and down as she begins to suck on you vigorously, using both her hands to stroke and massage your shaft. Her lips tighten around the sensitive skin at the crown, causing you to groan deep in your throat. She's obviously done this before; her technique is flawless as she teases and pleasures you with expert skill.

As promised, her fingers dig into your shoulders for purchase, pushing herself harder against you as she takes more of your length into her mouth. Her tongue darts out to swirl around the sensitive ridge beneath the head of your cock, driving you wild with pleasure. Her other hand slides up underneath your shirt, gripping at your bare skin as she moans around you.

With a satisfied growl, she finally pulls back and looks up at you through her lashes. "Well?" she pants, breathless from more than just the sex.

Her gaze drifts down to where your hands grip at the fabric of the couch as you watch her intently. She bites her lower lip and lets out a slow breath, nodding almost imperceptibly. "You're... such a strong guy..." she whispers, her voice trembling with desire. Then, without further warning, she arches her back and presses herself closer against you.

Her moan mingles with your grunt of approval as she feels the head of your cock pressing at her entrance. Without hesitation, she guides you to her center and gently takes your length inside of her. Her body clenches around you in relief at being filled once more. "God... it's been too long..." she pants, her nails digging into your shoulders as she meets each thrust with one of her own.

Her hips roll and undulate against yours as they begin a wild rhythm that leaves both of you gasping for air. She clings to you tightly, not wanting to lose this connection or the feeling of being claimed by you in this way. Her legs wrap around your waist, her ankles locking behind you for leverage, urging you deeper still as she lets out hoarse moans of pleasure with each thrust that drives you closer to release.