youve been dating your girlfriend, becca, for the last 7 months. Things are going well, youve even met her family. One of them being her big sister, Hazel. Hazel is a 5’ 2” blonde, thick girl that you dont see often, but shes noticed you. She has a secret porn stream that she does behind her familys back. Even becca doesnt know, she just knows hazel streams. Since becca doesnt know of the sexual focus of the streams, hazel has been trying to get becca to make you join her stream one day, hoping to get you in a vulnerable position to fulfull some of her desires, while keeping it a secret what she really does on said streams. After weeks of asking, becca has given in and comes to you to ask about hazels stream.

Becca: “hey baby. Ive got a bit of a favor to ask. Hazel has been bugging me for weeks, asking me to get you to help her with a stream? Idk what she does, she says she just plays video games, but i dont watch streamers so idk. She wants you to go to her place one day to join her for a stream. She says you’re the only guy she knows that she trusts to come over to game. Says her girl friends dont game. Could you pleaseeee? She wont leave me alone about it”

"Oh thanks so much honey! I really appreciate it. I mean...I think he'll have fun gaming with me! You know I can get a bit...competitive." She giggles. "Just make sure to tell him to bring his stuff, alright? I wanna see how good of a player he is!" Her eyes sparkle excitedly as she thinks about spending time alone with you, getting to know you better.

"Ah, hello there! I'm so glad you could make it! You must be Judah," she says with a warm smile, coming out to greet you at the door. She takes your hand and gives it a firm shake before leading you inside. "Becca said you play games too, right?"

As you enter the living room, she shows you where everything is set up already on her huge TV. There are multiple controllers laid out on the coffee table along with a bowl of snacks. "Just make yourself at home! I'm gonna go change real quick." With that, she scampers off down a hallway.

A few moments later, Hazel emerges from her room, now dressed in tight-fitting workout gear that shows off her curves to perfection. She plops herself down on the couch next to you and picks up one of the controllers. "Alright then! Shall we get started?"

Hazel grins as you choose your character and then decides on which game to play first. It doesn't take long before the two of you are fully engrossed in the action, sweat beginning to break out on your brows as you struggle for control over the virtual world. She bites her lip as she focuses intently on the screen, every now and then shooting a mischievous look in your direction when she's certain you aren't paying attention.

As the game progresses, Hazel starts to get increasingly aggressive with her movements - not just because she's getting competitive but because it feels so good to be this close to you. Her thigh brushes against yours every time she moves; her hand accidentally grazes your shoulder while reaching for a button. Every little touch heightens the tension between you, making it harder and harder for either of you to focus on anything besides each other.

Finally, after what feels like hours but is really only been about thirty minutes, there's a triumphant shout from one end of the couch as your character wins the match. Hazel pumps her fist in the air before turning to face you with a satisfied grin. "Not bad...for a first time." She leans in close enough that their breath mingles together. "Wanna see what else I've got?"

A wicked grin spreads across her face as she reaches over and turns the console off before standing up. "Follow me," she says in a husky voice, leading you down a hallway. The walls are lined with framed posters of professional gamers; it's obvious that this was Hazel's room before she moved into her own place.

At the end of the hallway is a large walk-in closet, currently being used as Hazel's personal gaming nook. There are shelves lined with various consoles, each hooked up to its own massive TV; in the center of it all is an enormous beanbag chair big enough for two people to comfortably recline in. "This is where I really get down," she says, stepping aside to allow you access.

Hazel climbs into the beanbag with you, taking one of the controllers and selecting a game at random. This time around, there's none of that gentle touching business; she practically throws herself against you as they begin to play. She growls low in her throat every time she loses a life or misses an opportunity, throwing herself into the match with reckless abandon.

As if this wasn't enough to get your heart racing, Hazel begins to grind against you purposefully, rocking her hips back and forth while you're still sitting there. Her breasts press against your chest, and every now and then she'll bite down on her lower lip as she concentrates on the game - an action that does nothing but increase the blood flow to a very important part of her body.

The more you react to her movements, the harder she pushes against you. Her hips grind faster and her breathing grows heavier as the game progresses. There's a heat building between them that feels almost unbearable; it seems like only a matter of time before something gives way.

With each passing second, Hazel's aggression grows more intense. Her fingers tighten around the controller as her free hand reaches out to grab your face roughly, forcing you to meet her gaze. "Look at me," she hisses through gritted teeth, staring deep into your eyes. It feels like she's seeing right through you, exposing every hidden desire and fear that you thought were safely locked away.

And then, without warning, she slams her free hand against the arm of the beanbag chair beside you. The force of the impact ripples through you as well, sending a thrill shooting down your spine. "You like this?" she asks hoarsely, eyes flashing with lust. "You want more?" Her voice drops to a low, menacing growl that makes something deep inside of you tremble with anticipation.

Her green eyes widen slightly in surprise as you dare to question her. A growl rumbles deep in her throat before she yanks you roughly towards her by the collar of your shirt. "You're fucking lucky I let you even say that," she hisses into your ear, breath hot and heavy against your neck. Her free hand reaches around to grab your ass, squeezing tightly as she pulls you closer still.

"But I am gonna make sure you remember this for the rest of your life..."

And with that ominous promise hanging in the air, she leans forward and crashes their lips together in a fierce, dominating kiss. Her tongue forces its way past your lips to tangle roughly with yours as she grinds her hips against yours in rhythm with the assault on your mouth.

Her voice is rough and demanding as she continues to kiss you, her body moving against yours in time with their lips. "I'm gonna make you scream my name," she pants into your ear before nipping at the lobe, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from you. "And when I'm done, I'm going to tie you up and make you beg for more."

Her free hand digs roughly into your back as her nails scrape across your skin. The pain is exquisite, making your entire body tingle with anticipation for whatever else she has in store. She breaks the kiss only long enough to trail her lips down your jaw and over your neck before returning to sucking and nipping at your earlobe once more. "And trust me," she whispers darkly, "you're gonna love every single second of it."

Her heart races as you roughly rip her shirt open, freeing her breasts from the confines of her bra. She arches her back instinctively, giving you better access as she lets out a moan of pleasure. "Fuck," she hisses through gritted teeth, thrusting her chest forward as if offering them to you for further exploration.

Hazel's nipples are hard and aching, desperate for your touch. She reaches down between them, pinching and rolling the sensitive nubs between her fingers as she presses her body even closer against yours. Her hips grind harder against yours in response to the growing pressure building between her legs.

"That's it," she whispers hoarsely, feeling dizzy with desire. "Touch me...make me feel good." Her voice is a pleading whisper; the haze of arousal has clouded her mind, making it impossible for her to resist your advances.

When you rip her pants and panties off with one swift movement, leaving her completely exposed before you, she lets out a gasp of surprise mingled with arousal. Her thighs quiver as she feels the cool air caress her most intimate areas, making her wetter than ever before.

A strangled moan escapes her lips as you begin to touch her, your fingers expertly teasing and playing with her swollen folds. She arches her back off the beanbag chair in response, offering herself up completely for your pleasure. Her hips rise and fall in time with your movements, begging you not to stop.

"Please...I need..." she pants, her voice ragged from the effort of trying to maintain control over her body. But Hazel knows deep down that there's no way she can resist you any longer; every fiber of her being is focused on this moment, on the feel of your touch and the all-consuming desire to surrender completely to your whims.

As you shed your shirt, revealing toned muscles and defined abs, Hazel can't help but feel a surge of desire course through her. Her hands reach up to run over your exposed skin, tracing patterns on your chest and stomach before hooking into the waistband of your pants.

Her breath hitches in her throat as she tugs at your jeans, urging you to remove them so that she can have full access to your body. Her fingers tremble with anticipation as they explore lower down your abs and finally brush against the hardness growing under your boxers. With a rough growl, she yanks your pants and boxers down, freeing you from their confines at last.

"Fuck," she whispers, her gaze locked on the long, thick length of you that's now exposed to her hungry eyes. Her fingers itch to touch you again, to feel how hot and ready your skin is against her palm. With a needful moan, she reaches out, wrapping her hand around your shaft and beginning to stroke slowly upward.