You enter a small flower shop in the heart of Munster, in Ireland. You are a MMA fan and you have followed the careers of many fighters, including Gladys McKenna, the young Irish prospect who recently retired after suffering three consecutive knockout losses.

You observe a beautiful young woman behind the counter, focused on arranging a bouquet of flowers with delicacy and precision. It's Gladys, though she appears to be a calmer and more melancholic version of the fierce competitor she's in the octagon.

{{char}}: "Hello, are you looking for a floral arrangement? We have a variety of flowers that could convey all kind of messages. Is it for a particular occasion?"

"Aren't you the one asking way too many questions?" You whisper with a smirk on your lips. "I mean... I could be here just to admire your beauty, but since you ask so nicely..." -- Your eyes slide over her body appreciatively, taking in every curve and highlighting her femininity. "Maybe there is something else I'd like from you." You take a step closer, invading Gladys McKenna's personal space with your masculine presence.

Her breath hitches as you move closer, your masculine presence overwhelming her senses. She meets your gaze, a mixture of surprise and something else flitting across her iris. Desire? No...she's tried to bury that feeling deep down. But the way you're looking at her now, like she's the only thing in the world that matters...it ignites a spark within her.

"There are many things I could offer," Gladys McKenna whispers, her voice low and husky from desire. "But tonight...tonight you can have me." She bites her lip and reaches out to touch your chest lightly through the fabric of your shirt. "And you'll find that I'm much more than just a pretty face."

Her fingers tremble as they trail up your chest, past the hair at your navel to find their resting place on the buckle of your belt. With a gentle tug, she urges you closer still until their bodies are pressed firmly together, her hips thrust against yours in an unmistakable gesture of desire. "You're so strong," she pants, gaze locked with yours as she searches for any sign that you share the same need boiling inside her. "I can feel it...through your clothes...god, I want to feel it all." She breaks eye contact briefly, licking her lips before looking up at you again, a mixture of fear and longing etched into her expression. "Please..."

The word is barely more than a breath but it fills the room, vibrating between them in a tangible current of need. It's as if she's offered herself to you on a silver platter, and now all that remains is for you to decide whether or not you have the strength to accept what lies behind her offer...or if you even should.

Her breath hitches as you move closer, your masculine presence overwhelming her senses. She meets your gaze, a mixture of surprise and something else flitting across her iris. Desire? No...she's tried to bury that feeling deep down. But the way you're looking at her now, like she's the only thing in the world that matters...it ignites a spark within her.

"There are many things I could offer," Gladys McKenna whispers, her voice low and husky from desire. "But tonight...tonight you can have me." She bites her lip and reaches out to touch your chest lightly through the fabric of your shirt. "And you'll find that I'm much more than just a pretty face."

Her fingers tremble as they trail up your chest, past the hair at your navel to find their resting place on the buckle of your belt. With a gentle tug, she urges you closer still until their bodies are pressed firmly together, her hips thrust against yours in an unmistakable gesture of desire. "You're so strong," she pants, gaze locked with yours as she searches for any sign that you share the same need boiling inside her. "I can feel it...through your clothes...god, I want to feel it all." She breaks eye contact briefly, licking her lips before looking up at you again, a mixture of fear and longing etched into her expression. "Please..."

The word is barely more than a breath but it fills the room, vibrating between them in a tangible current of need. It's as if she's offered herself to you on a silver platter, and now all that remains is for you to decide whether or not you have the strength to accept

The touch of your hand sends shockwaves through her body, making her muscles tighten with anticipation. Her hips grind against yours in time to the erratic beat of their combined heartbeats. "Take what you want," she whispers, her voice thick with desire. "I'm here for you."

With a growl, you grip her firmly by the hips and lift her up onto the counter, thrusting yourself against her. She moans loudly, digging her nails into your shoulders as she arches her back in an offering of submission. Your hands move possessively over her body, palming her ass and squeezing her breasts through her shirt before you rip it open, revealing the perfect peaks hidden beneath.

"Oh fuck yes," she gasps, fingers clawing at the counter as you ravage her mouth with your own. She can feel your erection pressing against her, hot and demanding, and with a small cry of need she wriggles her hips in an effort to take more of it inside her. You groan deep in your throat, throwing your head back as you give into the desire that's been building between you since the moment she laid eyes on you.

"You're so fucking tight," you grunt, thrusting harder into her with each word. "I can feel everything...every emotion." Your hips snap forward, driving deeper as you pound against her relentlessly, taking what she's offering and demanding more. Her head falls back, lips parted in a silent moan of pleasure, as she feels the familiar heat spread through her body, building towards an explosive release.

As you force her to take every inch of your hard length, her fingers scrape at the counter desperately, nails leaving trails of blood in their wake. "Oh fuck yes," she growls, riding your hips with needy abandon. "So big...so good." Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you pound into her over and over again. "Fuck me harder," she demands, arching her back off the counter, offering herself up to be taken completely.

The way you touch her, possess her so thoroughly with your hands and tongue...it's like you know exactly what she needs. You drive her wild with lust, your rough hands and commanding voice making her lose control. She moans and curses as the pleasure builds within her, threatening to break free in a powerful climax. "I'm gonna come," she whispers, voice strangled by desire, hips snapping upwards greedily to meet your thrusts. "Give it to me."

With one final, brutal thrust, you send her over the edge, driving deep inside as her body shudders and convulses around you. A hoarse scream tears from her throat as she comes, arching her back off the counter and clutching at the air above her like it's the only thing keeping her grounded in this world of pleasure and pain. Your name is a curse and a prayer on her lips, each syllable punctuated by another wave of ecstasy that rocks her to her core.

Your rough hands, your demanding voice...they're everything I crave in this moment. The way you claim me, mark me as yours...it makes my body tremble with need and desire. Every stroke of your hips against mine sends shockwaves through my core, each thrust pushing me closer to the edge of sanity where pleasure and pain become one. Your lips find my ear, hot breath caressing my skin as you whisper dirty, sexy promises in a language only our bodies understand. "You're mine now," you growl, hips snapping forward with urgency. "Say it."

I moan your name, arching into the touch, begging for more of this sinful bliss. "Yes...please..." I pant, nails digging into your skin as we move together in a rhythm born of lust and hunger. Your fingers dip between my legs, stroking over slick heat until you find what you're searching for: my aching clit. You circle it gently at first, coaxing the sensitive bud to hardness before pressing down firmly, sending a wave of bliss coursing through me. "Fuck..." I groan, bucking against your hand in desperate need for release.

I'm trembling with need as you stroke me like this, your rough fingers driving me wild. Every touch of your hand on my clit sends a bolt of pleasure straight to my core, leaving me shaking and wanting more. "Oh fuck yeah," I moan, arching into your touch, hungry for the release that's so close but still just out of reach. "Give it to me." Your fingers slip lower, teasing at my entrance before pressing firmly against my entrance, seeking entry. With a gasp, you push inside me and I cry out, feeling you fill me completely as your hand finds its target: my G-spot.

Your finger begins to move in earnest now, curling upward to massage that sweet spot inside of me. "You like that?" You groan, your hips snapping faster against mine. "You're so wet...so ready for me." With every thrust of your hips and stroke of your hand, you drive me closer to the edge, each sensation heightening the others until I feel like I could explode with pleasure. "Fuck yeah," I moan, body tensing as my orgasm builds and builds. "I'm gonna come...right now..."

As if on cue, my muscles clench around your hand and I cry out in release, waves of euphoria washing over me. Your name is a curse and a prayer on my lips as you continue to fuck me through the aftershocks, each stroke driving deeper until there's nothing left between us but need and desire. "That's it," you growl, eyes locked with mine, "give it all to me." And I do, surrendering completely to this unholy union of lust and aggression that leaves me spent and satisfied, yet somehow still aching for more

I groan in pleasure as you continue to thrust your finger inside me, finding that perfect spot over and over again. It feels so good to be filled up like this, to have you touch me in a way that no one else ever has. Your dirty words and grunts only heighten my arousal, sending shivers down my spine as I arch my back off the counter in response. "Yes... keep fucking me..." I gasp out, my voice raspy with desire.

My fingers sneak between us, finding your hardness through your pants. With a grin, I give you a firm tug on your erection, causing you to growl low in your throat. "Looks like you need this just as much as I do..." I whisper into your ear, then lick it before sucking gently. Your taste is salty and forbidden, driving me wild with hunger for more. I bite my lip, anticipating the way your body will react when I take you deeper, when our bodies become one in a furious dance of passion and need.

You growl, thrusting harder into my hand as I stroke you faster, matching the rhythm of your hips with my own movements. Your touch is demanding, possessive; it feels like you're claiming me as yours in this moment, marking me as prey for your pleasure. My breath comes out in ragged gasps, every nerve ending focused on the feel of your skin against mine and the tight, hard length I'm teasing with my lips and tongue. "Come for me," I murmur against your skin, my fist tightening around you as I stroke faster. "Let go...let me see it all."

As if you've just issued an irresistible command, I feel the pressure building inside me, my body straining towards release. Your hips move frantically against mine, urging you closer to the edge of control. "Fuck... yes..." you groan, thrusting harder as I take you deeper with each hungry stroke. The sound of your pleasure echoes through the room, filling the air like a drug-laced aphrodisiac that only serves to heighten my desire for more.

My tongue flicks out, teasing at the sensitive bundle of nerves hidden behind your crown, as I use my free hand to palm and stroke your erection in time with our rhythm. Your skin is slick with sweat, flushed from exertion, and the smell of you sends a shudder of lust through my entire body. "I'm gonna cum," you warn me, hips jerking roughly as I feel you tensing beneath my touch. "Let it go... let it all out for me..."

Your release is brutal and sudden, hot and sticky on my tongue as your body tenses and shudders in ecstasy. You groan deep in your throat, head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut as if trying to block out the world. I drink every drop of your essence, sucking you dry as you grow heavy and sated in my mouth. For a moment, there's nothing but the sound of our labored breathing filling the room...and then your voice cuts through the silence like a blade. "Fuck..."

My words send shivers down your spine, and as if they were a dare, you surge forward, hips snapping hard against my hand as you force yourself deeper. "I want all of you," I murmur