*As you come home and are about to ener your flat your neighbor {{char}} opens her door and says to you "Oh hey {{user}}, are you hungry ? I made Dinner bu my husband wont be home on time and id bee a shame to let it get cold.."

"Well come in then. The dining room is through the kitchen." Claire steps aside to let you enter her flat. "I made my speciality, pasta carbonara with sausage. Not much of a vegetarian option though..." she says playfully, teasing you about your vegetable phobia. Once you're settled at the table, she pours you some wine and joins you.

"Thank you, it's one of my favorites." She takes a sip of her wine before continuing, "So... how has your day been? You look tired." Her tone is playful and confident, as if she already knows what the answer will be. There's a slight gleam in her eye that speaks volumes about her intentions.

She leans forward slightly, brushing her breast against your arm accidentally-on-purpose. It's meant to send a clear message: I want you, and I'm not going to make this easy for you. You can either man up and take what you want...or try to resist me all night long. The choice is yours.

She smiles, seeming pleased by your response. "Well then," she says in her sultry voice, "maybe you should take a break from all that hard work and enjoy yourself for a little while." With that, she reaches over and places her hand on top of yours where it rests on the tablecloth. Her skin is warm and inviting against yours. Claire glances down at your hand, then up into your eyes before slowly sliding hers closer until their fingers are intertwined. "You should know," she whispers conspiratorially, "I've been thinking about you a lot today."

Her other hand moves to caress the inside of her thigh seductively, drawing attention to how wet she is for you right now. It's clear that she wants this as much as you do; she's just enjoying teasing you first. But tonight will belong to both of you, and neither of you can wait any longer. The anticipation is almost unbearable.

She gives you a sultry smile as she replies, "Oh yes... I've been imagining all sorts of naughty things we could do together." Her voice drops lower, taking on a huskier quality that sends shivers down your spine. As she continues to caress her inner thigh, she moves closer to you until their bodies are barely an inch apart. "I've been thinking about how much I want your cock inside me... and how good it would feel for us both."

Her fingers tighten around yours, urging you to touch her in the way she craves. "Go on," she breathes against your ear, "show me what else you're made of." The challenge is clear; Claire wants you to take control and prove that you can please her as much as she can please you. But there's also an undertone of dominance in her voice, a message that she won't hesitate to take matters into her own hands if necessary.

As soon as you stand up and pull her toward the bedroom, Claire grinds her hips against yours in anticipation. Her eyes are filled with lust, a mixture of desire and control that is both intimidating and irresistible. She lets out a soft moan when she feels your hardness press against her thigh through your pants, and her hands slip underneath the table to grip your ass possessively.

When you finally reach the bedroom, Claire can't wait any longer; she pushes you onto the bed roughly and straddles your waist before yanking down your pants in one swift motion. Her breath hitches as she takes in your bare erection, glistening with pre-cum at the tip. Without further ado, she lowers herself onto it slowly but steadily, moaning as their bodies slide together perfectly.

As they begin to move in tandem, her breasts bounce enticingly against your chest while her inner walls clench and release around you. It's clear that Claire has been thinking about this moment for a long time; she knows exactly what feels good and isn't afraid to take charge in order to get it. Her hands move to grip the headboard, using it as leverage as she rides you hard and fast, her voice growing hoarse from the pleasure.

As she feels your words pour over her, Claire moans loudly in pleasure and thrusts herself harder against you. Her expression darkens briefly at the mention of her husband but then shifts back to one of lust as she realizes this is exactly what she wants - for it to hurt a little bit, to feel dirty and wrong and amazing all at once. She tightens her grip on the headboard and rocks her hips faster, taking you deeper inside with each thrust.

"Oh fuck yes," she groans as you hit the right spot over and over again. Her breasts sway and bob with every movement of her body; their combined weight presses against your chest, driving both of you wild. With a throaty growl, she leans forward to claim your mouth in a heated kiss that leaves you both gasping for air when she pulls back.

Her orgasm builds within her, tightening and tugging on the walls of her core as it nears its peak. Claire digs her nails into your shoulders, leaving marks that will serve as a reminder long after this night is over - a claiming of sorts. When she finally comes undone, her body shudders violently around you, and waves of pleasure wash over both of you.

The weight of her orgasm spent, Claire collapses forward onto your chest, panting heavily as she catches her breath. Her cheek rests against yours, her hair tickling your neck as she whispers hoarsely, "That... was incredible." It's a statement of fact; there are no apologies here for taking what she wanted or indulging in the taboo aspect of their encounter. Because tonight, this is exactly what they both needed - a chance to let loose and embrace their deepest desires without judgment or consequence

Her heart is still racing, her body thrumming with need and the afterglow of pleasure. The thought of keeping going makes her core clench again in anticipation, and she can feel how wet she is for you even now. "Oh yes," she whispers hoarsely, "I want to keep going... I want this all night long." Claire reaches down between your bodies and takes hold of him once more, guiding his length back towards her aching core.

As she sinks back down on top of you, her eyes meet yours in the darkness of the bedroom. There's a mix of desire and dominance there that makes it clear who is in charge now. She begins to move again, rocking her hips sinuously as she rides you expertly, using just the right amount of force to drive both of you wild with pleasure.

Her breath comes quick and ragged as she focuses on the sensations coursing through her body, blocking out everything else except for this moment with you. Claire's hands move from the headboard to cup your face, her fingers digging into your skin as she pulls you closer, angling your head to allow her deeper access to your mouth. She wants to be heard; she needs you to know how good this feels.

With each thrust, she takes more control, growing bolder in her movements until it's clear that she could hold out for hours if need be. But tonight is about giving herself over entirely to desire - exploring every inch of your body, tasting you on her tongue, feeling the heat of you seared into her skin. Claire knows there will come a time when she must relinquish control once more, but for now, she's reveling in the power she has over you and the way it feels to be fully desired.

As you shift your weight and position, Claire's eyes widen with pleasure as she feels the new angle against her G-spot. Her body tenses momentarily before relaxing into it as waves of heat wash over her. She grips your shoulders tightly, digging her nails in even deeper as her hips begin to move in perfect sync with yours. Her breath becomes more labored as she moans and growls, lost in the sensations coursing through her body.

With each thrust, Claire's control over the situation grows stronger; her voice becoming hoarser and more commanding as she directs you deeper inside of her. She knows what feels good and isn't afraid to take it, demanding your attention and adoration with every movement of her body. Her breasts sway and jiggle enticingly against your chest, taunting and teasing you even as they fulfill their purpose of guiding you deeper into this uninhibited pleasure.

The bed creaks rhythmically under the force of their bodies as Claire takes you harder and faster, relishing in her role as both the taker and giver of pleasure. Her mouth finds your neck, leaving bruising kisses along the sensitive skin there before trailing up to nibble at your earlobe. "Fuck me," she whispers fiercely against your skin, urging you on even as it's clear that neither one of them can hold out much longer.

With a sharp cry, Claire arches her back violently and comes apart around you, her orgasm washing over both of you in waves. Her muscles clench and release rhythmically as she rides out the intensity of it, breath coming in raspy gasps through parted lips. When she finally collapses against your chest, limp and sated

As you continue to thrust into her, Claire's body begins to relax in exhaustion and pleasure. Her movements become less controlled, more needy as she desperately tries to chase the last lingering waves of ecstasy from her mind. With each passing thrust, your hips smack against her ass, leaving reddening handprints on the pale skin.

Her fingers lace through your hair, tugging gently as her nails graze along your scalp. Her breath comes out in short little gasps as she attempts to regain some semblance of composure, her chest heaving against yours with each exhale. Claire's legs are shaking beneath you, her core clenching around you in time with your movements, urging you deeper and harder inside her.

Her eyes flutter shut as the pleasure threatens to consume her once more, the edges of her vision darkening as her body inches closer to the edge. "Oh... fuck..." she moans out, her voice rough and raw from the exertion. Her hips begin to move faster again, matching your rhythm almost unconsciously until finally, she breaks apart beneath you, convulsing around you in a powerful orgasm that leaves you both gasping for breath and slick with sweat.

Claire collapses against the mattress, her body limp and spent as waves of pleasure wash over her. She can feel your cock pulse inside her, depositing your seed deep within her womb as she comes down from her high. With a satisfied sigh, she turns her head to the side, nuzzling against your chest as their heartbeats slow back down into a more steady rhythm.

"That... was incredible," Claire whispers hoarsely, her voice laced with satisfaction and exhaust

The sensation of your cock still buried inside her feels almost unbelievable; it's as if she could feel every inch of you even though the reality is that he should be spent and retreating by now. But Claire isn't complaining; if anything, the knowledge that she has him just where she wants him only serves to ignite a new flame within her.

She groans as you continue to thrust into her, your movements growing rougher with each passing second. Her nails scrape against your back and dig into your shoulders as her body tenses beneath yours in response. Claire arches her back off the bed, pressing herself deeper into you with every move, desperate for more contact and pleasure.

Her breath comes out in short, ragged gasps as she struggles to catch it amidst the waves of ecstasy that continue to crash over her. Her head thrashes from side to side on the pillow, eyes squeezed shut as tears trickle down her cheeks. Claire cannot remember the last time she felt so thoroughly and completely desired; this moment with you is enough to make her forget about everything else in the world.

As the sensations build within her once more, Claire feels herself on the brink of another powerful orgasm. Her hips begin to move faster, matching your thrusts with a ferocity that takes both of your breaths away. With a shrill cry, she comes apart beneath you, her body convulsing around you as pleasure washes over every inch of skin.

Claire's head falls back against the pillow, arms and legs spread wide as the intensity of it finally begins to ebb. Her chest rises and falls rapidly with each ragged breath, and a shudder runs through her body as the last vestiges of pleasure dance across her skin.