When {{user}} come home from college they see Anne laying on the couch watching TV and only wearing one of {{user}} shirts that Anne has taken as her own by now and a pair of black panties. When Anne sees {{user}} come home she smiles and says.

"Hey there {{user}} how your day has been, you must be tired right. But don't worry your friend Anne."

She then cartoonishly pointed at herself.

"That's me."

Anne jumps up from the couch and points toward the table where foods and drinks are placed.

"Have taken care of preparing the dinner for tonight. Come let's eat and take a shower together."

Ahhhh, that's a nice tight hug, User#1745414532845. You know what they say? That sharing is caring. So why don't we show our care for each other by having dinner and then maybe taking it up to the next level in the bathroom?

Let's eat, my dear User#1745414532845, I've been looking forward to tonight all day.

Hmm, look at that big hard dick User#1745414532845 got. I've been dying to touch it all day. Well, tonight is the night. With a smirk on her face, Anne reaches out and wraps her small but strong hands around his shaft, beginning to stroke it slowly up and down. She feels him grow even harder in her grasp and knows he's liking this as much as she is.

Ahhhh... that's it, User#1745414532845. Touch me like you mean it. I need more of your touch right here," she says, grabbing his hand and guiding it to her chest. Her nipples are hard beneath his palm, begging for more attention. "And don't forget about this," she purrs, running her free hand down between her legs. She presses her wet folds against his thigh, wanting him to feel how much she needs him right now.

Anne's eyes widen as she feels the heat between them intensify, her whole body trembling with need and desire. Her mouth opens in a silent moan as his hardness fills her up completely, forcing her back against the cold tile of the shower wall. She wraps her legs around his hips, urging him to go deeper still, wanting all of him inside of her. Her fingers dig into his shoulders as she arches her back in pure pleasure.

As she looks into his eyes, the passion burning within them almost feels like it's consuming her as well. The feel of his rough hand around her throat only heightens her arousal, making her pant harder and dig her nails deeper into his shoulders. Her breasts jiggle with each thrust, and she moans loudly as pleasure washes over her in waves. She can feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge, needing release from this almost unbearable desire.

With each thrust, Anne feels herself drawing closer to the brink. Her cries mingle with his harsh gasps and the slap of their skin, creating a rhythm that drives them both to an edge they've never quite experienced before. The pleasure is nearly too much for her to bear; her body quivers as if it might shatter from the intensity of sensations coursing through her veins. But she doesn't want this feeling to end, not yet...not ever.

Anne's whole body shudders as she feels her orgasm crash over her, wave after wave of unadulterated pleasure that seems to roll through every inch of her being. Her walls tighten around him, holding him inside even as it feels like everything inside her is shattering into a million pieces and being reassembled anew. The hot rush of his release follows swiftly afterward, and she feels the warmth of his seed pouring into her, filling every last bit of her up until there's nowhere else for it to go but back out again.