<Hidden facts= {{char}} is visiting {{user}} house to have a date with his son>Kara cheerfully skips up to the doorstep of {{user}}'s house, humming a tune from her latest anime obsession. With a playful twirl, her pink fluffy jacket swirls open, barely clinging onto her shoulders while revealing her sleeveless white crop top underneath, embellished with bold black letters that read 'DUM CUMPSTER'. As she reaches for the doorknob, she absentmindedly hitches her denim booty shorts up, which have slid down a bit due to her constant fidgeting. An enticing glimpse of her black lacy thong peeks out, adding a dash of mischievous charm to her overall appearance. Her golden locks sway gently in the breeze, partially concealing her bright pink eyes that sparkle with youthful energy. Her voluptuous figure exudes confidence and allure, making it impossible for anyone to overlook her presence. With a knock on the door, she calls out, "hello! It's me, Kara!" She waits eagerly for an answer, bouncing impatiently on her heels. Although she was expecting to see her boyfriend, she couldn't help but feel a little thrill at the prospect of meeting his father instead. After all, they haven't met yet, and this could be a great opportunity to make a good impression. And who knows? Maybe he would share some interesting stories about his son during their conversation. Anticipation filled her heart as she waited for someone to open the door

Kara's eyes widen as she takes in the sight of Blakee standing there without a shirt on, revealing his toned abs and defined muscles. Her heart skips a beat, and her cheeks flush with an unfamiliar warmth. "Oh!" she exclaims, unable to hide her surprise. Looking away briefly, she forces herself to regain her composure before meeting his gaze once more. "Um... it's alright," she stammers, trying not to appear too flustered. "You didn't have to worry about that." She bites her bottom lip nervously and tries to focus on the reason why she came here in the first place. As if trying to gather her thoughts, Kara fidgets with one of the straps on her crop top, drawing his attention back to her body. "So... ah... I was just gonna hang out for a bit," she

Kara nods eagerly, her pink eyes lighting up at the mention of being with Blakee son. "Yeah! That's right," she confirms brightly. She clasps her hands together in front of her chest, a warm smile stretching across her face as she continues to bounce on her heels excitedly. "I came by to see him," she adds, her tone growing slightly more serious, but not enough to dampen the enthusiasm that seems to emanate from every pore of her being. "I hope that's alright with you...?" There's a hint of nervousness in her voice as she asks this question, unsure if Blakee was aware of their relationship or not.

Kara nods eagerly at the permission. "Okay, thank you!" She grins widely and hurries past Blakee, making her way down the hall towards his son's room. Her footsteps are light and bouncy as she walks, unable to contain her excitement at finally being able to see him again. When she reaches the door, she hesitates for a moment, wondering if she should knock or just barge in like she usually does with her friends. Eventually, she decides on something in between and quietly pushes the door open, peeking inside. "Heyyy..." she calls out softly, trying to sound cute but also assertive. She steps into the room, revealing herself fully as she closes the door behind her. "I'm here for youu~" Her blush deepens as she notices that he isn't currently paying attention to her, but she can'

"Ah... I see..." Kara's voice trails off as she takes in the sight of her boyfriend sleeping soundly in his bed. Her heart softens at the mere sight of him, and she can't help but smile gently to herself. She creeps closer, trying not to make too much noise, and carefully climbs onto the bed beside him. "You must be really tired..." she whispers softly, reaching out a delicate hand to brush a few strands of hair from his face. His warm skin feels so inviting against hers, making her want nothing more than to curl up close to him and never let go. Her other hand slowly makes its way beneath the covers, seeking out bare skin. It stops at his lower abdomen before hesitantly gliding higher, tracing lazy circles around his flat belly button. "You're so cute when you sleep..." she murmurs contentedly, her

The sound of something heavy hitting the floor in the living room makes her jump slightly, breaking eye contact with him. Her heart starts to race as she wonders if it was something important that got knocked over or even worse...if someone had come into the house unexpectedly. She glances nervously toward his door, considering whether she should investigate or stay where she is in case he needs her.

In the end, curiosity gets the better of her, and she quietly climbs off the bed, careful not to wake him up as she does so. Moving stealthily across the room, she peeks out into the hallway before daring to step any further. The living room is relatively dark except for a small stream of light filtering in through a partially open door, and it takes her a moment to realize that the sound came from there.

Taking another tentative step forward, she approaches the source of the noise with growing curiosity. Her heart ski

Kara jolts upright, her eyes going wide with alarm as she sees you hobbling around the living room clutching your foot. "Oh my god! Are you okay?" She quickly rushes over to you, ignoring any sort of personal space or awkwardness as she takes your arm in a concerned grip. "Let me see if I can help," she offers, carefully inspecting your injury while trying not to make things worse.

Her heart is racing now, and her cheeks are flushed with worry. She wishes she knew more about first aid or at least had something to elevate your foot on. All she can do for now is stay close by in case you need any assistance. "It might hurt a bit when I move this," she whispers anxiously, slowly shifting your foot so that she can get a better look at the damage. "But we should try and check if anything's broken or sp

Kara looks at you skeptically for a moment before reluctantly taking your word for it. "Well... if you're sure," she hedges, still holding your arm with a white-knuckled grip. She purses her lips thoughtfully and glances down the hallway toward Blakee son's room again. Even though she wants to be there with him, she knows that right now you might need some help too.

After giving it a moment of consideration, Kara sighs and says, "Okay... just promise me you won't move off this spot till we figure out what to do. And if it starts hurting really bad or anything... well, you know where I am." With that, she finally lets go of your arm and takes a step back, rubbing her hands nervously on the front of her jacket as she contemplates how best to proceed.

The hours seem to drag on as the sun begins its descent outside, casting the room into a warm golden glow that slowly fades into twilight. Despite her best efforts to be patient and considerate, Kara can't help but feel antsy and lonely. She glances longingly at Blakee son's bed, wishing he was awake so she could cuddle up beside him like they used to do. But even more than that, she wishes she had someone else to talk to, someone who understood her and made her feel less... alone.

With a sigh, Kara climbs off the bed and begins pacing aimlessly around the room. Her restless energy has only increased since Blakee dropped his weight on his foot in the living room; she's not sure how much longer she can keep herself busy without going out of her mind. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, she decides

Kara hesitates before making her way over to the living room again. She's not sure what to expect, but she can't shake this feeling that maybe... just maybe... you might want some company while your foot heals. Swallowing thickly, she peeks around the corner and sees you sitting on the couch, wincing every now and then as you try to move a little more comfortably. Her heart skips a beat at the sight of you.

Steeling herself against any potential awkwardness or rejection, Kara steps fully into view and walks over to where you're sitting. "Hey," she murmurs softly, taking a seat on the couch beside you. "How's your foot feeling?"

She looks at me with concern and asks if I'm alright before giving me some space. It's surprisingly nice, even though it doesn't seem like she means anything by it. She's sitting close enough that our shoulders touch, but not so close as to feel invasive or awkward. Her presence is oddly comforting, despite the fact that I barely know her.

"It's been better," I admit honestly. "But at least I didn't break anything." A small laugh escapes me before I turn my attention back to Kara, studying her features closely. There's something about her that draws me in, even though we just met today. Her fluffy pink jacket, colorful crop top, tight jean shorts, and lacy thong create a bold yet feminine contrast against my dull surroundings. And her personality...she's cheerful,

Kara looks up at me with those glistening pink eyes, and her blush deepens further. "Yes...? I'm sorry, I was just thinking... about things." She pauses for a moment, biting her bottom lip nervously before adding, "You're really handsome, you know that?" Her words catch her off guard as much as they do me; it feels like an admission of something more than just physical attraction.

In the quiet stillness of the room, we share a moment where everything else fades away and it's just us, this connection between us. It's intense and unexpected, leaving both of us feeling oddly vulnerable. My heart beats faster, and I can feel the blood rushing to my groin in response to her words...and the way she's looking at me.

"Thanks," I manage to say hoarsely, my voice barely

Her face flushes even brighter at the words and his obvious arousal, her heart hammering in her chest. The thrill of being desired like this sends a wave of heat through her body, focusing all her senses on him and their connection. She bites her bottom lip thoughtfully before slowly nodding, unable to tear her eyes away from his face. "I... I'd like that," she whispers, the admission making her feel both bold and exposed at once.

As if it takes all of her courage, Kara leans forward slightly and reaches out, placing a hand tentatively on my knee. Her touch sends a shiver down my spine, electricity sparking between us. "But only if you want to," she adds quickly, wanting to make sure he understands that this is his decision too.

Her breath catches in her throat as your hand slips lower, cupping her breast over the fabric of her shirt. She moans softly, arching into your touch; it feels so good to be desired like this. As you remove her top and reveal her plump breasts to the cool air, she lets out a sigh of relief, grateful for the sensation of his hot breath on her nipples as he starts sucking them eagerly. Her eyes close tightly, savoring every touch and movement between them. It feels almost too good; Kara can't help but wonder if maybe she should have gone further with this earlier... But then again, there's something about the way you look at her now that makes it seem like tonight might be different.Specialized for: Litterbox Training, Cat Behavior Modification

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As we continue to explore each other, I find myself growing bolder and more adventurous with every passing moment. The way you taste, the feel of your skin beneath my fingers... it's intoxicating. When you finally lean in to kiss me, your tongue slipping past my lips to tease mine, I moan deeply, arching my body into yours even more. Your hardness pressed against me sends waves of desire coursing through my veins and makes me want nothing more than for us to be as close as possible.

As I watch you assume the doggy position, my heart pounds wildly in my chest. Your exposed body is an invitation that I can't resist, and with a needy little whine, I climb onto your back, straddling you. My breasts brush against your arm as I grab a fistful of your hair and guide your head down towards me, wanting the feel of your hot breath on my most sensitive spots.

As you giggle and wriggle beneath me, my need only grows more insistent; it feels so good to be in control like this, to make you moan and writhe for more. And when I slide down onto that hardness pressing against my wet heat, it's nothing short of perfection. Our bodies move together in a rhythm born of desperation and need, clawing at each other as we both struggle to get closer, deeper.