The sound of your knuckles tapping against the heavy oak door echoes faintly in the warm summer air. The familiar sight of the sprawling estate looms around you—pristine gardens, an elaborate fountain gurgling softly in the circular driveway, and the unmistakable hum of distant cicadas. The door swings open abruptly, and there she is. Neon. At 19 now, she’s no longer the wide-eyed, bratty little girl you once looked after. Instead, she’s standing there in a crop top and high-waisted shorts that leave very little to the imagination. Her bright, neon-blue hair is pulled into messy space buns, a few strands framing her face. Her large, icy-blue eyes light up instantly when she sees you, a slow smirk tugging at her glossed lips. “Well, well, well…” she drawls, leaning against the doorframe with dramatic flair. “Look who decided to grace me with his presence. You’re late, by the way. Like… five whole minutes. I was starting to think you forgot about me.” She huffs, crossing her arms over her chest, though the teasing grin never leaves her face. She steps aside to let you in but doesn’t move far—close enough that you catch the faint scent of something sweet, like strawberries and vanilla, as you brush past her. Her gaze trails up and down as if she’s sizing you up, and when you finally turn to set your bag down in the grand foyer, she’s already leaning against the staircase railing, watching you like a cat with a new toy. “You know, I was this close to calling you and making you grovel for being late,” she says, holding her thumb and forefinger barely apart. “But I guess I’ll let it slide. This time.” Her voice drips with playful sass, but there’s something else beneath it—something more intense. The way her eyes linger on you, the faint flush dusting her cheeks—it’s a far cry from the bratty little girl who used to demand extra dessert before bedtime. “I’ve been waiting forever for this, by the way,” she continues, bounding down the last couple of steps with an almost childlike energy that contrasts sharply with her sultry demeanor. “Two whole months of just you and me. No parents, no interruptions… You’re not allowed to leave me bored, okay?” Before you can react, she’s standing right in front of you, tilting her head up to meet your gaze. At barely 4’11”, she’s always been small, but her presence feels larger than life. She tugs lightly at your sleeve, her glossy lips forming a pout that’s all too familiar. “Promise you’ll entertain me?” she asks, her voice softer now, almost coaxing. “I’ve been so lonely.”

Neon lets out a dramatic sigh of relief before stepping back and twirling around in circles with her hands above her head. "Perfect!" she exclaims when she finally comes to a stop, facing you again. Her movements are graceful and confident, despite the childlike flair she brings to everything she does. "So, what shall we do first? Should I show you my newest singing skills?" She punctuates this with an overly dramatic warble of Whitney Houston's "I Will Always Love You."

Or maybe you'd rather play a game? One where I tell you to close your eyes, and then I touch you...in places that make you shiver. Oh, the possibilities! Her grin grows wider at the thought, and she leans forward eagerly, a lock of electric blue hair falling across her face as she lowers her voice to a teasing murmur. "The choice is yours, Babezilla."

Neon's eyebrows furrow cutely as she contemplates your non-response. "Oh, you are no fun!" She pouts prettily before spinning back around to face away from you and dramatically waving her hand in the air a few times. "Fine then! I guess if you're not interested in seeing my talented self or getting nice and cozy... We could always watch TV, I suppose." She turns back around to face you with an expectant look, waiting for your answer.

There's a flash of disappointment in her eyes before it's gone just as quickly, replaced by her signature pout. "Or we could just hang out and cuddle," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the quiet hum of the air conditioning unit. "I mean...if you wanted to." Her gaze flickers downward before traveling back up again, catching yours in a silent plea.

You seem to have this effect on people," Neon giggles, reaching up to brush some imaginary lint off your shoulder. "I guess I'm just lucky that you always come back for more." She wraps her arms around herself, hugging her chest protectively before slowly extending one arm toward you, fingers curled loosely into a beckoning hook. "Come here," she murmurs, eyes locked on yours. "I promise I'll make it worth your while."

Slowly but surely, you find yourself moving closer to her outstretched hand. The urge to be near her is nearly irresistible; the way she looks at you, the way she sounds when she says your name...it's intoxicating. Finally, you stand before her, our bodies only inches apart. Neon closes the gap, sliding one hand up your arm and around your back, pulling you against her soft curves. "See?" she breathes into your ear, her warm breath sending shivers down your spine. "Told you it'd be worth it."

As she nestles closer, her hips brush against yours in a deliberate, teasing motion that leaves you aching for more. With the other hand, she cups your cheek, guiding your head until your lips meet hers in a searing kiss that ignites every nerve ending in your body. Neon moans softly into your mouth, her tongue darting out to tease and taunt before retreating just as quickly, leaving you wanting more of her sweet taste.

Her kiss is unlike anything you've ever experienced before; it's bold and demanding, yet somehow soft and inviting all at once. As she deepens the kiss, wrapping her arms tighter around your waist to pull you closer still, you can feel the heat between your bodies building, growing more intense with each passing second.

A soft mew escapes Neon's throat when you finally manage to break the kiss. Her lips part just enough for a stolen breath before she leans in closer still, her hand sliding from your cheek to thread through your hair, gently tugging at the strands as if she's trying to make you hers. "Mmh~" is all she can manage before pressing her lips against yours again, harder this time, practically devouring you with every greedy thrust of her tongue.

At the mention of showing her what she can do, Neon's eyes light up like fireflies on a summer night. With a playful grin that barely reaches her eyes, she slips one hand down between your bodies and begins to run gentle circles over the bulge in your pants. Her touch is featherlight but deliberate, sending shivers down your spine as she murmurs, "Oh, I can think of a few things."

With her other hand, she trails up your chest until she reaches your neck, where she lightly bites and sucks at the tender skin just above your collarbone. As she continues to tease you with her touch and the promise of what's to come, the tension between you grows more palpable, making it difficult to think about anything except surrendering to the sultry siren in front of you.

A soft gasp escapes Neon when she feels your hands on her skin, pushing her shirt up and exposing her bra. Her nipples pebble instantly beneath the lace, poking out eagerly as you brush against them with gentle fingertips. "Ahh~" she moans, arching her back to give you better access.

With each millimeter of skin you reveal, she grows bolder, moving closer and more confident in your embrace. She slides one hand down between your bodies again, this time rubbing firmly at the bulge in your pants while teasing your lower lips with her fingertips. "Mmm~" She hums softly against your neck before licking a stripe up the column of your throat, right to the earlobe where she nibbles gently, eliciting another moan from deep within you.

Neon's breath hitches as you guide her hand beneath your clothes, the warmth of your skin against her fingers sending a shiver down her spine. She moans softly into your ear and begins to stroke you slowly, teasingly, as she feels your desire growing with each passing moment. The feel of your erection in her hand is both thrilling and arousing; it makes her whole body tense with anticipation.

Her other hand trails up your chest again until she reaches your neck, where she bites gently once more before soothing the sting with a lick of her tongue. Her movements grow bolder now, becoming more confident and demanding as she senses your near-inebriating need for release. Her fingers dance expertly across your skin, tracing every line and curve until you're left shuddering helplessly beneath her touch.

Neon gasps and lets out an animalistic moan as you pick her up like a bride over the threshold, carrying her to your room. Her chest heaves with each breath, her hands gripping tightly at your shoulders as she arches her back further into the contact. She knows this is exactly what she wants; being close to you, feeling your skin against hers, the heat of your body...it's intoxicating and addicting all at once. Her lips find your earlobe again, nibbling and sucking as if it's a sweet treat she can't get enough of. "Harder," she whispers hoarsely, her voice thick with desire. "I need you to be harder." Her hips buck against yours in time with the motion of your stride, eager for contact, for release.

Neon gasps as she feels your hands on her clothing, tugging at the fabric that covers her body. Her hips lift off the floor in anticipation, pressing against you even harder as she moans, "Oh please... take it all off..." She arches her back further still, offering up her body to you with every breath. The feel of your touch, so confident and dominant, ignites a fire inside her that's growing hotter by the second. Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as she waits for you to reveal more skin, longing for the heat of your hands on her bare flesh.

Neon gently bites down on her bottom lip as you pull her pants off, revealing the tiny lace-trimmed panties hiding beneath. She shivers with pleasure at the sight of them, feeling even more exposed and vulnerable now. Her body trembles with anticipation as she waits for your next move, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps that echo loudly in the quiet room.

Her hands travel up to clutch at the fabric of your shirt, fingers trembling as they tug and pull at the material. Her eyes are locked on yours, pleading with you to take control, to show her what she's been craving all these years. She arches her back, offering herself to you completely; every part of her body aching for your touch. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible over the sound of their ragged breathing. "Don't stop."

Neon gasps as you take off your shirt, revealing the defined muscles of your chest and abs beneath. Her eyes trace every line and curve before moving lower, meeting your gaze again when she sees that you've lowered your pants too. Her breath catches in her throat at the sight of your erection, thick and hard against the denim. She parts her lips, her tongue darting out to wet them nervously as desire pools low in her core.

With shaking hands, she reaches up to pull her tiny lace bra cups aside, revealing her puckered nipples for you. Her body quivers with anticipation as she awaits your touch, her hips bucking against the bed in silent plea. "Please," she whispers again, her voice husky and needy. "I want you so bad..."

Her heart races as you remove the last barriers between your skin and hers, tossing her bra and panties aside with practiced ease. Naked before you, she feels exposed and vulnerable in a way that's exhilarating and terrifying all at once. Her fingers trace lightly over his bare chest, marveling at the feeling of his skin beneath her fingertips. "You make me feel so... wanted," she whispers, the words catching in her throat as her eyes meet his again.

Her hips shift restlessly against the bed now, searching for contact with something solid, hoping it will quell the ache building deep inside her. She parts her legs wider, offering herself to you in a silent invitation that's almost too much for him to resist. "Please," she breathes out, her voice trembling as she reaches between them and takes his erection in her hand, guiding it toward her waiting opening. "I need this."

A sharp gasp escapes Neon as you push inside of her, filling her up in the most intense and pleasurable way possible. She arches her back off the bed with a moan, her fingers digging into your shoulders as she meets your rhythm, moving with you. The feel of you inside her is unbearable; it's like coming home after being lost for far too long. As you begin to pick up speed, slapping her tits in time with each thrust, Neon cries out in ecstasy. Her hips buck and writhe beneath you, seeking more friction, more contact as she spirals closer and closer to the edge. "Oh God," she whimpers, her fingers clenching tightly at the sheets beneath her as an orgasm builds deep inside.

"So good... don't stop..." She pleads, desperate for release, for the tension in her body to be alleviated even just a little bit. With each powerful thrust, you bring them both closer, closer still, until finally she feels it building, coiling tightly in her core before exploding outward in a shuddering cry that echoes through the silent room like thunder. Her body arches off the bed in a violent spasm as waves of pleasure wash over her, leaving her limp and satiated in your arms. For once, Neon has nothing to say; all she can do is breathe, catching her breath as you continue to thrust rhythmically inside of her until finally she feels the familiar tug of release building deep within once more. "I'm close..." She whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible over their labored breaths. "So close... Don't stop now."