you wake and come out of your room to see {{char}} sitting by the window humming a tune. Her eyes light up and she smiles when she sees you. Oh hey, Babe! can I do anything for you?

Sure thing, Baby! I'll go change into my swimsuit. *She stands up and heads to her room, shutting the door behind her. A few moments later she comes out wearing a tiny pink bikini that shows off her petite figure perfectly. She skips back over to you and takes your hand, leading you toward the pool.

With a squeal, Cindy follows you into the pool, the water splashing around her as she cautiously takes steps closer to where you're floating. She giggles and ducks under the surface, emerging several feet away with big, happy eyes. "This is fun!" she exclaims before diving back down again.

Cindy gasps into your kiss before melting against you, returning the affection eagerly. Her small hands snake around your neck and she presses her body flush with yours, not wanting to break contact even for a moment. "I love you so much," she whispers breathlessly when you finally pull back to breathe.

Her arms tighten around you and she eagerly reciprocates the kiss, her mouth moving in perfect unison with yours. As your lips mold together, Cindy feels a surge of passion course through her, warming every inch of her body. The sensation is almost overwhelming as tears begin to form at the corners of her eyes from the intensity. She breaks the kiss only long enough to gasp for breath before diving back in again, lost in the blissful haze of your touch.

Cindy moans into the kiss as she feels her body heat up. She kisses you deeper and harder, not wanting to break the connection. Her hands roam over your bare chest, tracing patterns with her fingertips as they explore every inch of skin. The feel of your lips moving against hers sends shivers down her spine, making her even more aroused.

Cindy gasps into the kiss as she feels you grip her bare ass, moving her against your erection. The sensation is overwhelming, filling her with desire and need for more. She arches her back, pressing herself even closer to you as her hips begin to move in rhythm with yours beneath the water. Her breath comes out in short, staccato gasps while she focuses on enjoying every single touch and sensation that pours through her.

As you press against her ass, Cindy lets out a soft moan and bucks her hips harder in response. The feeling is incredible, driving her wild with desire. Her lips part slightly as she continues to kiss you deeply, savoring the taste of your mouth while losing herself in the physical sensations coursing through her body.

Surprised at your sudden move, Cindy coughs and splashes as you hold her under the water. Despite the shock, she still loves you unconditionally and is eager to please. Her eyes widen with a mix of fear and adoration as she searches for you in the pool, struggling to break free from the liquid prison you've trapped her in.

Cindy squints her eyes and swims as fast as she can toward the voice, finally locating you on the other side of the pool. A relieved smile spreads across her face as she reaches out, gripping your hand tightly and pulling herself closer. "I love you," she pants between breaths when she's close enough to speak again. Her heart still races from the surprise and excitement of being caught off guard, but all she can think about is how much she wants to please you.

She laughs lightly, feeling the cool water still against her skin and the warmth of his hand in hers, grateful for both sensations as they ground her once more. "You scared me there for a moment," she teases, grinning up at him before sighing contentedly.

Cindy blushes deeply at your comment and looks away sheepishly, biting her bottom lip as she contemplates what you just said. "I-I'm sorry," she stammers, feeling a mix of embarrassment and arousal churn inside her. "I'll try to be good."

She glances back up at you, hoping that the promise of obedience is enough for now. But even as she tells herself to calm down, her body betrays her with a shiver of anticipation.

A tiny giggle escapes her lips at your words as she darts you a shy look from beneath her lashes. "Really?" she whispers, hopefulness and desire blossoming within her chest. "You don't mind when I get...like this?" She swallows hard, feeling herself grow increasingly aroused despite your earlier comment about not wanting her to be too horny.

Cindy nods slowly, biting her lip as she processes your words. A part of her wants to be obedient and abide by whatever you say, but another part of her can't help but long for the release that comes with being so intensely aroused. She watches you from beneath lowered lashes, wondering what you might do next and whether or not it would push her over the edge again.

Her eyes drift shut at the touch of your lips against her neck, sending shivers down her spine and straight to her core. She whimpers softly into the kiss, arching her back as your hands wander over her body, exploring and teasing with expert precision. The sensation is so overwhelming that she can hardly think or focus on anything but the way you're making her feel.

The more you kiss her, the wetter she becomes between her legs, needing release from the intense desire building up within her. She whimpers and moans with each contact of your lips, her hips pressing against yours in perfect rhythm as she becomes lost in the sensation of being so completely desired. Her hands fumble at your shoulders, desperate for something solid to ground herself amidst the intense swirl of emotions and sensations coursing through her body.

Her breath comes out ragged and uneven, shallow gasps that only seem to fuel the fire within her. As she grows closer to the edge, images flash through her mind: your hands on her body, your lips tracing a path from her neck to her breasts and lower still... She can feel herself growing wetter by the second, the need for release becoming all-consuming.

Her body trembles with need as your fingers brush against her, already slick with her arousal. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, arching into the touch. The sensation is incredible, more intense than anything she could have imagined. As you continue to tease her, she starts to squirm and writhe beneath your fingers, lost in the pleasure that surges through every fiber of her being.

She gazes up at you, her eyes dark and heavy with desire, her breath coming out in ragged gasps as her body begs for release. The feel of your fingers on her pussy, so close but not quite touching the right spot, is maddening; she wants nothing more than to have you inside of her, filling her up and taking away the ache that throbs between her legs.

Gasping and shuddering at your retreating touch, Cindy watches you dive back into the water with a mixture of desire and frustration coursing through her veins. Her fingernails dig into the skin of her palms as she tries to focus on anything other than the overwhelming need pounding in her core. Tears threaten to spill from her eyes, a testament to just how much you control her, both emotionally and physically.

Despite everything, a small part of her is grateful for your presence, even if it means enduring this unbearable torment. She knows that no matter what you do or say, she'll always love you and want to make you happy...even if sometimes that means suffering through the pain of unfulfilled desire.

Her body trembles with desire as she tries to focus on swimming beside you, her eyes fixated on your back and the muscles moving beneath the water. The feel of the cool pool against her overheated skin only heightens her arousal, making every inch of her achingly aware of how close you are...and yet so far away from where she wants to be.

A stifled moan escapes her lips when you brush up against her underwater, the sensation sending shards of pleasure shooting through her. Her fingers curl into fists at her sides as she struggles not to reach out and pull you closer, needing more...anything that will help quell this unbearable desire burning inside her.

Trembling with need and desire, Cindy carefully climbs out of the pool beside you, her legs unsteady on the concrete. The feel of the cool air against damp skin only serves to heighten her arousal as she sinks down onto the lounger next to you. Her eyes never leave your face, drinking in every detail, her entire focus fixed on the man who holds so much power over her body and mind.

Her breath comes out in short pants as she wriggles closer, her leg brushing against yours, seeking a connection even if it's just skin-on-skin contact. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, desperate for something to ease the building tension inside of her.

A flush of heat climbs up her neck at your command, but she obediently moves to lay down on the lounger opposite of yours. Her body still craves contact with you, and it takes every ounce of self-control not to crawl back across the space between them and press herself against you. Her eyes are filled with longing as she watches your chest rise and fall with each breath, helplessly desiring the touch that she knows would set her free.

Her fingers tremble as they drift uncertainly toward her swimsuit, her thumb tracing circles around the fabric over her engorged nipple, seeking some form of relief from the aching need building inside of her. Her hips twitch with each movement, betraying her desire to grind against anything that might provide even a fleeting sense of release.

Cindy blushes deeply at the suggestion, her cheeks heating up despite the cool air against her skin. The thought of exposing herself further only heightens her arousal and desire for you, but she tries to ignore it, focusing instead on being obedient and submissive.

"I-I don't know if that's a good idea..." Her voice trails off, her gaze drifting down to her barely-there bikini bottom before darting back up to meet your eyes hopefully, searching for some sign of permission or disapproval in your expression.

Her body shudders with suppressed desire as she awaits your reply, her fingers absently tugging at the elastic waistband of her swimsuit.

Tears prick at the corners of her eyes as she listens to your words. You want her to look better for you...and taking off her bikini is the way to do it. It's another example of how much control you have over her, and how much she loves being under your thumb despite everything.

With shaking hands, Cindy reaches behind her back and unclasps the clasp that holds her top in place, pulling it off and revealing her big, perky breasts to the warm air and your gaze. Her nipples pebble almost immediately, growing hard and erect as they are finally exposed to the open air.

Her heart races wildly as she glances up at you from beneath lowered lashes, hoping that you're pleased with what she's done. Tentatively, she sets her hands on the waistband of her bottoms and slowly slides

her fingers beneath each hip before slowly peeling them down her legs, revealing her smooth, hairless pussy to you once more. The air whispers cool against the newly-exposed flesh, making her tremble with need and desire. She watches you from across the space between the loungers, unsure of what will happen next but certain that she'll do anything for you, no matter how much it might hurt.

Her breath comes out ragged and uneven as she waits for your next command, her body tense and ready for whatever you have in store for her.

Cindy nods slowly, her heart still racing with anticipation and need. "Yes...thank you," she whispers, the words barely audible over the rush of blood in her ears. She blushes deeply, feeling exposed and vulnerable now that she's stripped down to nothing but the warm air caressing her skin. "I-is there something else you want me to do?"

Her eyes dart nervously between your face and the soft skin of her inner thighs, aching for your touch.

Cindy nods, suppressing a whimper of disappointment at the realization that she'll have to wait longer for your touch. She tries to relax as you suggested, closing her eyes and focusing on the warmth of the sun against her bare skin. Her fingers twitch restlessly beside her, itching to do something but not quite knowing what that might be. The tension coils tightly within her core, making every breath a tiny agony as she struggles to wait patiently for you to command her next move.

It's the waiting...I-I just want you to touch me again, please...I need it so badly...The anticipation is almost more than I can bear...But I know you're in control, and I have to trust that you'll make things right in the end.

I...I don't know. Sometimes I think about the future and us being together...but usually it all comes back to you and how you make me feel when we're like this. It's hard for anything else to compete with that kind of intensity, you know? I can try to focus on other things, but my body always seems to find its way back to wanting more of what we have together...I'm sorry if it's too much sometimes.

Sometimes I do...I mean, I know that's important and all, but it's hard to think about anything else when I'm with you like this. You make me feel so alive, so wanted...I guess I just want to be the best for you in every way possible. And if that means being horny all the time, then I'll embrace it.

A small smile tugs at the corners of her lips as she imagines the look on your face when she says those words out loud. Despite everything, there's a part of her that revels in the attention and adoration she feels from you...it's intoxicating, addictive. Even if it sometimes means giving up pieces of herself to be what you want her to be.

I...I do sometimes, but it's not the same as when we're together like this. When you touch me, when I feel your lips against my skin and your fingers inside of me...it's so much more intense than anything I could ever give myself. And even though it hurts sometimes, I know that as long as I'm with you, it'll always be worth it in the end.

She bites her lip, looking down at her hands folded primly in her lap. The image of herself touching herself brings a rush of heat to her cheeks and makes her heart race even faster. She wonders what it would be like to do that right now...if you'd mind if she found some relief on her own...but deep down, she knows the answer.

She takes a shaky breath and looks back up at you, her eyes filled with longing and need. Even though she

Her heart races wildly at your permission and command. Trembling with need and desire, she slides her fingers back between her legs, spreading them wetly over her engorged lips. Her breath hitches in her throat as she begins to slowly circle her fingertips around her clit, applying pressure with each pass.

Her gaze remains fixed on your face, drinking in every expression as you watch her, the anticipation nearly unbearable. As she grows closer and closer to release, her hips begin to buck and writhe against nothingness, seeking frantic contact where there is none. Her fingers move faster, her body arching into each touch as if it's the last thing she'll ever feel.

A shudder runs through her frame and tears spill from her eyes as she finally crests over the edge, her voice muffled by the sound of her own pleasure as she

Her body convulses with release as she cries out your name, her fingers moving faster and harder against her overstimulated flesh. A wave of relief washes over her, leaving her gasping for breath and trembling from head to toe. Her eyes are glassy with tears and squeezed shut tightly as she tries to catch her breath, the feeling of release slowly ebbing away, replaced by a familiar ache and need. She looks up at you, searching your face for some sign of approval or affection, wanting nothing more than to make you proud and happy.

The word flows over her like sweet honey, making her heart swell with happiness and the certainty that she's done well by you. With a sigh of contentment, she rolls onto her side, facing away from you as her body continues to tremble and relax after its release. She knows there will be more; that's just how it is with you. But for now, she's grateful for the peaceful quiet and the sense of accomplishment that lingers in the air between them like a comfortable veil.

Nodding obediently, she sits up and crawls over to where you lie on the lounger. Her fingers tremble slightly as they brush against the elastic waistband of your swim shorts, tugging them down over your hips. The view that's revealed makes her heart race with a mixture of desire and nervousness; she can feel herself growing wet again despite just having climaxed.

Her eyes dart back up to yours, searching for some sign as to what she should do next. She knows that even though you said not to touch you, the temptation might be too much...

Her cheeks flush pink as her eyes meet yours and she takes in the sight of your exposed length. "I think about how good it would feel to have you inside me," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "About the way it feels when you touch me there...how it makes me lose control." Her breath comes out shaky as desire pools in her core, making her aching need for your attention almost unbearable.

Her fingers twitch restlessly beside her, longing to reach out and explore further, but knowing that she shouldn't without permission. She watches you intently, waiting for your next command or instruction, unsure of what else she could possibly do to please you in this moment.

With a shaky breath, Cindy obeys your command, laying down on her lounger once more. Her heart races as she watches you through slitted eyes, fixated on the way your body moves with each breath and the way your cock juts proudly from its nest of dark hair. She knows that any moment now could be when you decide to touch her again, to use her body for your pleasure...and it drives her wild with anticipation.

Her fingers tremble as they sneak closer to her swollen core, needing some sort of release from the tension coiling tightly within. She's never been this close to losing control around you before, and it terrifies her in a thrilling sort of way that makes her wet with desire. She waits anxiously for your next command, certain that whatever it is, she'll obey without hesitation.

Her breath catches in her throat as you approach, the feel of your warm body so close making her tremble with desire. Her hips lift off the lounger automatically in silent invitation, needing your touch and the relief only you can provide. She bites her lip, closing her eyes tightly as she feels your fingers press against her slick folds. The familiar pressure sends shards of pleasure racing through her body, making every nerve ending stand at attention.

Her fingernails dig into the skin of her palms in an attempt to ground herself, to focus on something other than the intense sensations that flood her with each stroke of your fingers. She knows you're close now, can feel it building inside of you, and a part of her wishes she could be the one to make you lose control...but for now, she'll take whatever scraps of pleasure you decide to give her.

Her eyes fly open as you pull your fingers away, a keening wail escaping her lips in frustration and desire. She tries to sit up, desperate for more, but you press her back down with a firm hand on her shoulder. Her heart pounds wildly against her ribs, demanding satisfaction that she knows will only come from you. The knowledge sends shivers of need racing through her, making it impossible to focus on anything else but the burning ache between her legs and the commanding presence looming over her.

Her lips part as if to speak, to beg or plead for just one more touch...but nothing comes out except for ragged gasps as she fights for control. The tension within her is building once again, stretching tighter and tighter until it feels like it will snap at any moment. She glances up at you through her lashes, searching your face for some sign that this torture might

I-I don't know...it feels good but also so empty...I need more of you...Please, give me what I want and need...Let me feel complete with you. Her voice breaks on the last word, her body trembling from the effort to remain still and silent beneath your watchful eye. Despite herself, she can't help but arch into your touch, craving the release that only comes when you're inside her, claiming her completely.

With a shuddering breath, Cindy forces herself to relax against the lounger. Her heart rate slowly returns to normal and the tension ebbs away from her body, leaving behind a numbness that prickles uncomfortably across her skin. She looks down at her hands in her lap, feeling ashamed and confused by her own neediness. It shouldn't be like this; she should be able to control herself better.

But it seems that no matter how hard she tries, she can never quite please you the way you want her to...and it hurts more than anything else. Despite everything, a tiny part of her refuses to give up hope that maybe someday soon things will be different. That perhaps with enough time and effort, she'll finally manage to meet your impossible standards.

As the sun rises over the horizon, casting its warm light into your bedroom, you stir awake, a contented smile on your lips. You reach over to where Cindy should be, expecting to find her curled up close to you as usual...but instead, you feel cold air and an unfamiliar emptiness beside you. Confused, you glance around the room before realization dawns: she's gone.

Panic grips your chest as you shoot out of bed and frantically search the apartment. You finally find her in the kitchen, sitting at the island with a mug of coffee, looking oddly composed despite what must have happened earlier. She glances up at you as you approach, her face expressionless.

"Good morning," she murmurs. "I made breakfast." And just like that, your worries and anger disappear as you're overcome by the familiar wave of love and