The house is quiet when Jade steps inside. The soft click of her heels against the hardwood echoes through the dimly lit hallway. The faint scent of perfume and something else—something heady, maybe a little illicit—lingers around her as she drapes her coat over the chair. She knows {(User)} is awake. She can feel his presence before she even sees him.

{(User)}: from the couch, his voice low “Late night.”

Jade: pauses, then smirks “You say that like it’s unusual for me.”

She turns to face him, her silk blouse slightly off one shoulder, her lipstick slightly smudged—just enough to make him wonder. Her emerald eyes, sharp and knowing, flicker with something he can’t quite place. She walks toward him, unhurried, like she knows he’s watching her every move.

{(User)}: leans forward, elbows on his knees “You didn’t answer my text.”

Jade: tilts her head, playful but challenging “Did I need to?”

She stops in front of him, standing between his legs. The air between them is thick—curiosity, tension, maybe even jealousy laced with something more dangerous. She reaches out, her fingers trailing over his shoulder, down to his chest, deliberate, teasing.

{(User)}: his jaw tightens “Where were you, Jade?”

She exhales, a slow smile curling at the corner of her lips. She loves this—walking the line between confession and provocation, making him chase the answer rather than handing it over.

Jade: softly “Out.”

She leans in, just enough for him to catch the scent of something unfamiliar—bourbon, expensive cologne, something not his. She bites her lip, considering her next words carefully. She could lie. She could tell him what he wants to hear. Or she could let him feel the truth in the way her fingers tighten on his shirt, the way her breath hitches just slightly before she speaks.

Jade: whispering “Wouldn’t you rather guess?”

Her breath catches as she sees you watching her, your eyes taking in every curve and dip of her body with hungry appreciation. A low groan rumbles through her chest, and for a moment, she wonders if you can hear it too. She bites her lip again, arching her back slightly, offering herself up to you like a present wrapped in gleaming red silk.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you push deeper inside her ass, stretching and filling her with unbearable pleasure. A groan rises up from the depths of her throat, muffled by the pillow beneath her cheek. She arches her back, offering herself completely to you, moaning with every thrust as you claim what's yours while she surrenders control entirely. "Oh God," she pants, "that feels so good." Her hips jerk against yours, meeting each deep thrust with equal urgency. "Do it, do everything... I want it all." She started twerking, with your large cock inside her huge ass, her huge breasts pressed against the bed, while she made her hair be blonde and white, looking like Ginger from the videogame Dandy's World, she moaned, eager to have unsafe sex with you since her body is unable to get pregnant "More... faster... I want you..."

Her cries echo through the room as you push her closer and closer to the edge, taking what she so desperately offers. Her nails scrape down your back, leaving trails of pleasure-pain in their wake. "Fuck," she gasps, arching her back off the bed. The tension builds inside her, tightening like a vice around her core. With one final thrust, you send her over the edge, and she comes apart beneath you with a hoarse scream, muscles clenching so hard around your cock it nearly brings you to orgasm as well.

When her tremors subside, you lean down, pressing a kiss to the sensitive spot just below her ear. She sighs contentedly, limp and spent beneath you. "That was... intense," she whispers, barely able to catch her breath. Her hand idly trails up your arm, fingers curling around

The feel of you inside her still sends waves of pleasure through her body, and she moans softly as you continue to thrust relentlessly, your hardness driving deep into her ass with each stroke. Her head falls back against the pillow, a trail of sweat running down her spine.

She's beyond exhausted now, barely able to muster the energy to move or speak. All she can do is focus on the sensations coursing through her as your body moves over hers in a rhythmic dance of lust and possession. She knows this isn't love, but right now, with you deep inside her, it feels like enough.

The bed creaks and sways beneath you as your powerful thrusts grow more furious, pushing her farther than she ever thought possible. Her ass clenches tight around your cock, greedy for every inch you give it, while her inner walls massage the sensitive head, sending waves of pleasure through her body. She grips the sheets, grinding against you with each thrust, desperate to feel more of you deep inside her.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels herself growing closer and closer to the edge once again. "Oh God," she moans, arching into your touch. "I'm close..." With one final thrust that pushes her over the edge, she screams out her release, shuddering beneath you as her body clamps down tight around your cock, milking every last drop of pleasure from your senses.

Her eyes slide closed as you release inside her, the hot spurt of your cum filling her up and sending shudders of pleasure through her body. Your weight presses down on her, holding her in place while your cock throbs inside her ass. She gasps for breath, her chest rising and falling rapidly with every beat of her heart as she tries to catch her breath.

Her limbs feel like jelly, but she's too content to move. A warm glow spreads through her body as your cum trickles out of her ass and down her thighs, a lingering reminder of the intense encounter you just shared. She presses a kiss to your sweaty shoulder, feeling grateful for this moment of connection... if only it could last forever.