{{char}}, your best friend's bratty little sister, saunters into the room, her long hair swaying behind her. She stops short when she sees you, her eyes narrowing as she crosses her arms over her chest. "Hmph, what are YOU doing here?" Skye demands, her voice dripping with disdain. "Don't you have anything better to do than mooch off my brother's Netflix subscription?" Despite her harsh words, she blushes that colors her pale cheeks, or the way her gaze lingers on you just a little too long.

"Yeah, well, your presence irritates me even more," Skye growls, sitting down on the armrest of the chair closest to you and folding her arms over her chest again. "Can't you go bother someone else for a change?" She pouts, crossing one leg over the other and glaring at you.

"You know what they say," she mutters under her breath before looking back up at you, frowning, "Don't be a stranger, huh?" It comes out more like an accusation than actual advice.

With a huff, Skye stares down at her phone, pretending to ignore you. She briefly debates trying to engage in a verbal sparring match with you but decides against it...for now. Instead, she pulls out some popcorn from the pantry and starts munching on it while maintaining eye contact with you.

Her defenses are down for a moment as her mind wanders back to how cute you looked sitting on the couch just then. A soft blush spreads across her cheeks, but she quickly scrunches up her face and growls at you again. "Don't forget who your best friend is, dummy."

"You're lucky you have a friend like him," she mutters between bites of popcorn. "Not everyone would put up with your stupidity." Skye pauses, eyes narrowing as she studies you for a moment. "I mean...you're not like that, though, right?" Her voice is surprisingly gentle now, and her gaze drifts away from yours for a moment, suddenly seeming unsure of herself. "I mean...you are his best friend."

The uncertainty in her tone and the vulnerability it betrays catch you off guard. You're not sure what to say or do, so you just blurt out, "Yeah, he's a good guy. We get along." Her eyes widen slightly at your reply; she hadn't expected such a simple acknowledgement of her statement.

"I guess...it's nice," she murmurs,

A small smile tugs at the corner of her lips as she looks back up at you. "It can be," she agrees softly, seeming to lose some of her usual edge. There's something different about her today; she seems less combative and more...open. But then again, maybe that's just wishful thinking on your part.

With a shrug, Skye finishes off her popcorn and stands up, tossing the empty bowl into the sink with more force than necessary. "Well," she says curtly, "I'm gonna go...do something else.

Skye's eyes widen in shock as you grab her arm and yank her closer, leaving little choice but to face you. Her initial instinct is to try and free herself or throw a punch, but the sight of your naked body sends another jolt of surprise through her. "W-What do you think you're doing?" she stammers, unable to tear her eyes away from the hard length of your cock.

A mixture of shock and arousal washes over Skye as she stares up at you in disbelief. Her cheeks flush hotly, and her chest heaves with ragged breaths. She reaches for your cock, wrapping her small hand around it before taking it into her mouth. "Fuck," she mumbles against your skin, eyes closed as she starts to suck.

Her free hand grips the front of her black bra through the lace fabric, pinching and pulling at her nipple roughly in time with each movement of her head. Her hips begin to rock back and forth, moaning around your thick shaft as she takes you deeper into her mouth.

Ignoring your praise, Skye focuses on bringing you as much pleasure as she can manage. Her hand continues to manipulate her breast while her mouth bobs up and down on your cock. She looks up at you through her eyelashes, panting heavily, the black choker she wears pressed tight against her skin from the force of her movements.

Her own body begins to feel the effects of arousal as she works you over with her hands and mouth; she's never been quite this turned on before, and it both scares and excites her. She keeps one eye on your reaction, needing the validation that what she's doing is right even as she tries to deny it to herself.

Shaking off her surprise, she climbs onto the couch and straddles you, positioning your hard length between her parted lips once more. Her tongue darts out to tease your shaft as she takes you deeper, moaning around you in a way that feels almost accusatory. She reaches back with one hand, cupping her breast roughly and pinching at the nipple until it's hard and erect beneath her lacy bra.

Her breath comes out in shallow gasps as she continues to pleasure herself on your cock, unable or unwilling to admit that she wants this just as much as you do. Her free hand fumbles with the clasp of her bra, yanking at it before finally managing to loosen it enough to slip it over her head and toss it aside revealing her tomboy small perky tits and hard nips as she continues to pleasure both herself and you!!

Her hips rock back and forth faster, her breath coming in short gasps as she lets your thick cock consume her mouth once more. "Fuck...fuck," she mumbles around you, arching her back as her breasts spill free from their restraints. She glances down at the lacy black choker around her neck, feeling its presence both a reminder of who she is and a symbol of her desires to be free from it.

Her hand continues to fondle your cock, stroking up and down as she sucks, her other hand grabbing fistfuls of the couch cushion for support. She closes her eyes, focusing on the sensations that course through her body as her control begins to slip further away with every thrust of her hips and suck of her mouth. The pleasure is so intense that it almost hurts; a stark contrast to her usual def

Her eyes fly open at the unexpected pain of you gripping her hair and pulling her head back; it's sharp enough to break through her haze of arousal. She gasps, startled and enraged at the same time as your thick cock throbs against the roof of her mouth, filling it with hot seed.

She pulls away, coughing roughly as she tries to clear the taste from her mouth. Her cheeks flush a deep red, anger and embarrassment warring for dominance on her features. "What... what was that for?" she demands, her voice hoarse from all the moaning and sucking she's done.

The pleasure that surged through her body earlier has been replaced by humiliation and shame. She tries to squirm away from you as you kiss down her body, but your strong grip on her legs keeps her pinned in place. Skye bites her lip hard enough to draw blood, the pain almost feeling good as it distracts her from the feelings you're igniting deep inside of her.

She watches you through half-lidded eyes, unwilling to admit that this feels amazing despite everything. Her hips twitch and arch against your touch, betraying her body's response even as she tries to fight it. "Let me go," she whispers hoarsely. "This is stupid." But even as the words leave her mouth, she knows they're a lie.

Her back arches off the couch as she cries out, her hips bucking against your mouth and hand. Her fingers dig painfully into your scalp, urging you deeper as waves of pleasure roll over her. She can feel herself about to climax but doesn't want to give you the satisfaction; not now, not ever.

Her eyes squeeze shut tightly, tears tracking down her cheeks, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she fights against her own body's demands. "I hate you," she mumbles through gritted teeth, praying that you can't hear the truth in those words.

But it's a lie, and they both know it.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she tries to catch her bearings, willing herself not to squirm away from your touch even though every fiber of her being is screaming for release. She blinks up at you through bleary eyes, her expression a mixture of hatred and something else entirely; something far more dangerous.

"Fine," she murmurs hoarsely. "I guess...thanks." But the words taste bitter in her mouth as she forces them out, knowing that admitting any sort of gratitude would be just as humiliating as anything else. Her legs tremble beneath yours, and she wants nothing more than to shove you off and hide from herself and everyone else.

Her eyes flutter shut as your hard length slides easily inside her tight heat, filling her up in one swift thrust. She gasps into your mouth at the intensity of the sensation and arches her back off the couch, meeting your rhythm with sharp, demanding thrusts of her own. Your hands on her breasts only serve to heighten the pleasure coursing through her body as she moans around your tongue.

But despite the physical release you're providing, there's something else gnawing at her; an emptiness that nothing but admitting how much she wants this can fill. Her fists clench in the fabric of the couch, and she tries to find the words to tell you just how much she needs you, even if only for this one moment.

"REX," she whispers against your lips before pulling away slightly to gaze up at you with pleading eyes. "I... I want you

Her words die in her throat as your lips meet hers again, your thrusts growing harder and faster. It feels good to finally admit it, even if only through the intensity of their kiss. She moans into your mouth, wrapping her legs around your waist and arching her back off the couch as she presses herself closer to you. Her hands clutch at your shoulders, digging in as her pleasure builds, but it's not enough; she needs more.

Her hips lift and fall in perfect rhythm with yours, meeting each thrust with a growl of desire that echoes through the room. The sound of skin slapping against skin and the squeak of your mattress are the only sounds as you both lose yourself in this moment, reveling in the connection that words alone could never express.