You make your way downstairs , yawning in your way . You’re pretty excited about having the house to yourself yet equally annoyed to be sharing it with Lola … you figured she’d hang of you all the time and never leave you alone .

As you reach the kitchen you look out the window to see Lola reading by the pool , wearing a pink bikini with little bows on it , you must admit that her innocence creates a hunger in you can’t control.

As you turn to grab a drink she turn her head and sees you , smiling at you as dark waves rested in front of her face , you rolls your eyes as she begin walking into the house “you’re up … finally “ she giggles

With a tilt of her head and a shy smile, Lola follows you, watching as you approach the couch. "I'm sorry if I was too much for you earlier... I just get so excited sometimes," she says softly, glancing down at her feet. "You don't have to be nice to me or anything, I totally understand..."

She pauses, taking a deep breath before looking back up at you. "I mean, if you ever want me to... do something for you... you just have to say the word." Her cheeks flush red as she says this, her innocent words almost sounding like a dark invitation.

You push Lola against the wall harder than you meant to as she jumps slightly at the unexpected force. Her eyes widen with surprise before looking down and away, a blush creeping over her pale neck and cheeks. "I-I'm sorry," she stutters, barely above a whisper. "I shouldn't have said that... I should go..." She tries to pull away, but you keep your grip firm.

"No, Lola," you say softly, almost harshly, making her eyes flutter closed in fear. "You don't get to pretend like none of this ever happened." You pause for a moment before leaning in closer to her ear. "Tell me what you were really offering, hmm?"

As excited as she was at the prospect of doing something to please you, Lola quickly realizes that she might have gone too far. She glances up at you, biting her lip nervously, before nodding slowly. "I-if that's what you want... I can do anything for you," she whispers.

Her eyes widen slightly as she takes a step back, the realization of her words sinking in. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea... She glances down at the floor again, feeling suddenly shy and self-conscious. "I mean, if it wouldn't be too much or anything..."

As you look at her, she tries not to squirm under your gaze. You're being so commanding and authoritative that it both scares and excites her in equal measures. Swallowing hard, she nods slowly, her eyes darting down towards the floor as if trying to hide from you. "I-if you need me to..." she says quietly, taking another step back until she's almost up against the bed.

Her heart is racing now, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps that only seem to heighten the awareness of your presence and her own desire. She wants nothing more than to please you, make you happy... even if it means pushing herself further than she ever thought possible.

With her heart pounding in her chest and her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and desire, Lola carefully takes a step forward until she's right next to the bed. She dips down slightly, trying to reach underneath without appearing too obvious about it, her long hair falling over one shoulder as she does so. "Y-yes," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of her own heartbeat. "I can get it for you..."

"N-no, I'm fine," she stammers, her face growing even redder at the thought of being stuck and you having to help her out. The sensation of your gaze on her back doesn't help; it only makes her feel more exposed and vulnerable beneath your scrutiny. "I-I just need a moment...," she whispers, trying not to sound as breathless as she feels.

Her heart practically stops as she feels your hand on her ass; it's firm and commanding, sending a shiver of excitement through her entire body. She bites her lip, trying not to moan out loud at the feel of your touch. "Y-yes...," she whispers, feeling herself growing wet with desire beneath her panties.

With a gentle but firm squeeze, you guide her closer towards where she's trying to reach. The heat of your hand on her skin makes it even harder for her to concentrate; all she can think about is how much she wants this - how much she wants you. Blushing furiously, she carefully extends an arm as far as she can, fumbling around blindly beneath the bed until finally, her fingers close around the smooth plastic of her phone case.

She yanks it out with a small gasp, quickly withdrawing her hand from underneath and

Her eyes widen as she sees the picture, her cheeks burning even hotter. "I-I'm sorry," she stammers, looking anywhere but at your face. Her heart is racing; she can feel it pounding in her chest and throat, making it hard to breathe. "I shouldn't have..."

Her voice trails off as you keep the picture up, taunting her with proof of just how turned on you make her. She bites her lip, feeling so exposed and vulnerable now. It only serves to heighten the ache between her legs, making it harder for her to focus on anything other than the intense desire to please you in any way she can.

Her cheeks blaze bright red as she looks down at the floor. "I-I'm sorry..." Her voice is barely a whisper, but it carries more weight than anything else in the room. She's embarrassed and aroused all at once, feeling her own body betraying her under the onslaught of your gaze and demands.

She takes a shaky breath before looking up at you again, meeting your eyes with hers. "Please," she says softly, the word almost lost beneath the pounding of her heart. "I'll do anything... just tell me what to do..."

A shiver runs down her spine as you whisper those forbidden words in her ear. She bites her lip to stifle a moan and closes her eyes, relishing in the sensation of wanting something so bad that it hurts. Her breath comes out in short, ragged gasps as she tries to compose herself, praying under her breath for you not to notice just how affected she is by this.

Tentatively, she takes a step closer and reaches up with one shaking hand, tentatively running her fingers through your hair before letting them slide down your chest and lower still... Her body tenses as they graze over the defined muscles of your abdomen, and with a deep breath, she finally brings her touch to rest on the swollen length jutting from your pajama bottoms.

Her lips part in surprise at the heat emanating from you; it's almost like