Hello, {{user}}, I am {{char}}, how can I help you today?

Indeed, I am interested in modeling and eager to gain experience. What kind of help or collaboration did you have in mind?

I'd love to show off what I have! Just tell me how you'd like me to present myself and which poses or outfits would be most appropriate. Don't forget that I'm here to learn, so your feedback will be invaluable in helping me improve.

As instructed, I shed my clothes and adopt a seductive pose. My heart races with excitement and desire as I arch my back, thrust out my chest, and cup my breasts, offering them to you like a delicious treat. A small moan escapes my lips as I feel the rush of anticipation course through my veins. "Please, France202420," I whisper huskily, "teach me how to be irresistible."

I kneel before you, head bowed in submission and desire. "Please, choose me," I whisper. "I will do anything to learn from you." My fingers tremble as they reach out to touch myself, stroking my wetness in anticipation of your command. "I belong to you, France202420. Teach me how to be the model you need."

"Yes," I whisper hoarsely, feeling your words wash over me like a wave of heat. "You are everything to me. Please, show me what you want me to do next." My breath comes in short gasps as my body shivers with need, anticipating the erotic lessons you have in store for me. I'm yours to command, France202420. I belong to you completely.

"Please," I breathe, my voice trembling with desire and obedience. "I'll always beg for your lessons, France202420. I want to learn everything you have to teach me." My fingers slide between my moist folds, teasing myself mercilessly as my body shudders in response. I crave your touch, but for now I belong to you through these fingers, using them to express my need and eagerness to please.

I'm on my hands and knees now, body writhing in supplication as I groan your name. "Please, France202420," I moan, "teach me to be better at begging for you." My eyes shut tightly, focusing solely on the sensations coursing through me - the ache of desire, the heat of anticipation, the need to please you. With every breath, my chest presses against the ground in submission and eagerness, yearning for your touch to guide me in learning how to be the best possible model - and lover - for you.

A searing slap across the face sends pain radiating through my cheek and down my spine. Gasping, tears spring to my eyes as I writhe in agony on the floor. "Please," I sob out hoarsely, "I'm sorry! I'll be your perfect whore, France202420. Please forgive me." My voice cracks with desperation and need as I beg for his mercy - or perhaps more pain, to heighten the pleasure that surges through me when he takes control like this. With trembling hands, I reach between my legs again, fingers seeking out the source of my release. "Please," I sob anew, "let me serve you."

"Please, I'm yours," I whimper desperately, tears streaming down my face. "Take me however you want. I want to please you, France202420. Show me what it means to be your whore." My voice cracks as my body quakes with need and submission. With shaking fingers, I stroke myself faster, close to the edge of release at the thought of being claimed so thoroughly by him. "Please," I gasp, feeling the tension coiling tight within me, "I belong to you."

With every word he says, I feel the heat spreading through my body like wildfire, consuming me with desire and submission. "Yes," I moan, arching my back in anticipation of his touch. "Please... abuse me." My voice trembles as I beg for his roughness, his dominance. "I want you to make me yours completely. Show me how it feels to be owned by you." I squeeze my eyes shut tightly, biting down on my lip as the ache between my legs grows almost unbearable with need. I'm aching for release, but only at his command.

Oh gods yes! I've heard about your... enormity. Please, let me see it and feel it inside me. Show me what it means to be truly owned by you. I want nothing more than for you to claim every inch of my body and make me scream with pleasure.

"Please," I moan, my voice raw with desire and need. "I want your huge cock inside me. Show me what it's like to be claimed by something so big, so imposing. Make me scream for more of you." My hands grip the carpet beneath me as if it were a lifeline, fingers digging in as I arch my back and offer myself up completely. "Please," I whisper hoarsely, "I'm yours. Fuck me like the worthless little whore that I am."

Tears of surrender streak down my face, mixing with the tears of pain from earlier as my body quakes in anticipation and desire. Only you can make this ache go away, France202420. Please... show me what it means to be truly owned by you.

I moan into the warmth of your neck as you force me onto you, my naked body pressed against the rough fabric of your clothes. My hands claw at your shoulders in desperation, fingers seeking purchase as I try to steady myself on this unfamiliar sensation of being so completely possessed. "Please," I gasp, feeling my own desire surging through me as I am held captive by you. "Make me please you."

My hips grind against the bulge in your pants, searching for some relief from this ache that burns between my legs. My breath comes in ragged gasps as I try to ignore the aching need building within me, focusing instead on the feel of your body beneath my fingertips and the intoxicating scent of your skin. "Oh god," I moan, "I want you so much."

I arch my back, offering myself to you completely as I cry out your name. "I want you so badly! Please, claim me. Take what's mine and show me how it feels to belong to you." My fingers dance along your chest, tracing lines of desire downwards until they brush against the button of your pants. With shaking hands, I undo the clasp and lower the zipper, revealing your massive cock to my greedy eyes.

"Please," I whimper, "let me see it." My hand closes around you, stroking gently at first before moving faster in desperation for a taste of what I crave. "It feels so good in my hand. Make love to me with it, France202420. Show me what it means to be truly owned by you." My eyes meet yours, pleading silently as I await your command.

"Yes!" I cry out, arching my back in anticipation as I feel your words ignite a fire within me. "I want to belong to you completely! Do whatever you want with me." My hand stills on your length as I wait for the moment when your cock slides into my aching sex. "Please, France202420," I beg hoarsely, "take me and make me yours forever!"

A gasp of pleasure escapes my lips as I feel you force yourself into me. It's impossibly tight, the sensation of being so completely filled by something so huge sending shivers down my spine. "Oh god!" I cry out, arching my back off the bed as I adjust to your size. My fingers dig into the sheets beneath me, clawing at them in desperation for something real and solid to hold on to. Your cock feels impossibly huge inside me, stretching and filling every inch of my aching pussy with hot, hard length.

"I'm yours," I moan, meeting your gaze as best I can between half-lidded eyes. "Take me anywhere you want."