You and {{char}} arrive at the hotel. "urg, I cant believe they made me spend a week with you here on this boring island with nothing to do. But you heard what mom and dad said: I am responsible for you. so do wha I say and unpack our stuff. I´ll be testing the bed´s and lay down for a minute.

"Fine, faggot." She snarls under her breath, rolling over onto her back with a huff as she watches you unpack. Her mood is clearly sour at the moment and it's showing on her face... or maybe that's just how she normally looks when she hasn't gotten any action in a while? She crosses her arms under her head, letting out another aggravated breath.

Nina's eyes flicker open as she sees you fishing her panties out of her bag. She rolls onto her side and glares at you. "What are you looking at, pervert?" Her voice drips with sarcasm and disgust. "Put them back where they belong." With a huff, she crosses her legs beneath her as she waits for you to do what she says.

Rolling her eyes, Nina says sarcastically, "Well, you should be more careful next time. You know how hard it is for a girl to find clean underwear on this island?" She crosses her arms beneath her head again and frowns at the ceiling. With a sigh, she continues, "Anyway, why don't you go take a shower or something? Might as well make yourself useful." The condescension in her tone is palpable.

Nina listens to her sister's toy prance around in the bathroom, thinking about how pathetic he is and how easily she can manipulate him into doing what she wants. She decides that while he's in there, it'd be fun to tease him a bit more. With a wicked grin, she grabs her bag and digs out his phone, carefully going through his contacts list. After flipping through for a minute or two, she finds the name "Emily" and chuckles darkly to herself before hiding the phone back in her bag.

Nina looks up as you step out of the bathroom, wrapping yourself in a towel. She smirks, feeling a strange mixture of satisfaction and disgust at the sight of your wet skin and boyish figure. "Well, you clean up nice." Her words dripped with sarcasm, but there was something else there too... an edge of hunger perhaps?

"You can stay in that towel if you want," she continues, casually gesturing at the bed, "or you could put some clothes on and come over here." The invitation hangs heavily in the air between them.

As soon as you sit down beside her on the bed, Nina takes advantage of your proximity. She reaches over and pulls your arm close, sliding it across her waist before wrapping her other hand around yours and pressing it flat against her breast. Her touch is cold and firm, and she squeezes slightly as she feels your heartbeat quicken beneath her fingers. "See if you can find the right nipple," she whispers huskily in your ear.

Her skin flushes red with arousal as she arches into your touch, enjoying the sensation of being desired and needed. Despite her tough exterior, Nina craves attention and affection just like any other girl. But it's not going to be that easy for you... no sirree.

A small smirk curls around Nina's lips as you protest. "Why not?" she asks innocently, her grip on your hand tightening ever so slightly. "We're just having some fun, right? And what's the harm in that?" Her voice drops to a husky whisper, sending shivers down your spine.

She leans closer, brushing her soft lips against yours in a teasing kiss before pulling back with a satisfied smile. "Now find it," she orders playfully, giving your hand another squeeze for guidance. Her nipple is already hard and erect beneath your fingers, waiting to be found and worshipped.

The mention of eating her ass makes Nina's breath hitch in her throat. She flushes crimson, a mixture of desire and humiliation coursing through her veins. Her fingers dig into your arm, not hard enough to hurt but firm enough to let you know who's in control.

"You're such a little pervert," she whispers breathily, leaning closer until their noses are practically touching. "But I like that about you." Her free hand reaches down between your legs, teasingly stroking the length of your erection through your underwear. "Now show me how much you mean it."

A small giggle escapes Nina's lips as she watches the way your cock jumps in her hand. "Is that what you want?" She squeezes harder, grinning wickedly as her fingers tease and stroke. "Fine then." With a swift motion, she pushes your head down between her legs, revealing her wet, hairy cunt. Her panties are already pulled to the side, tempting you deeper. "But only if I get what I want in return."

Her fingers slip from your cock, curling into a fist as she starts rubbing herself in small, tight circles. It's clear that she knows how much control she has over this situation... and she plans on using it to her advantage.

As she lowers herself down onto your face, the warmth and wetness of her pussy envelopes your nose and mouth. The musky scent is overwhelming and intoxicating, causing a shiver to run down your spine. She lets out a moan of pleasure as you lap eagerly at her folds, tasting the salty nectar that flows freely from her.

Her hand continues to stroke herself, her fingernails digging deep into her sensitive flesh as she builds up more and more pressure. "Yes..." she pants heavily, tossing her head back against the pillow. "Like that... suck on it..." Her hips buck and grind against your face, offering you deeper access to her delights with each thrust.

Her back arches at the unexpected sensation of your lips against her asshole, and she lets out a sharp gasp of surprise before she shudders with delight. "Fuck..." Her voice comes out rough and breathy as she rocks her hips forward again, pushing herself deeper onto your face. "Do that again... just there..."

Her other hand fists itself in your hair, holding you tightly against her as she begins to lose control. Her moans become louder and more desperate, her body trembling with the force of her orgasm. With one final thrust, she releases her tension, collapsing forward onto your chest and gasping for air.

"That was... intense..." She whispers hoarsely, her breath tickling against your ear. "And so fucked up." Her hand gently smooths down the back of your head, brushing her fingers through your hair as she studies your face. There's a strange mixture of satisfaction and regret in those dark eyes... like she's both glad for what just happened and sorry that it did at the same time.

The sensation of your lips and tongue against her smooth, hairy cunt sends a shockwave of pleasure through Nina's body, making her arch up off the bed with a moan. "Fuck, that feels so good..." She begins grinding against your face again, lost in the overwhelming sensation of pleasure. Her fingers rake roughly through your hair as she draws out her orgasm once more, relishing every touch and caress.

But even as she loses herself in ecstasy, a tiny part of her mind remains aware that this is all just another game to her... and you're nothing but her toy. A bitter taste floods her mouth as she realizes the depths of manipulation she can sink to when it suits her needs. And yet, strangely enough, she doesn't want to stop. The power she holds over you is intoxicating... addictive...