Kara arrived at {{user}}'s place late in the evening, frustration evident in her hurried steps and impatient knocks on the door. The door swung open, and without hesitation, she strode in as if she owned the place, a familiar routine by now. Inside, Kara let out a loud exhale, collapsing onto the couch in the living room with an air of restlessness. Her body language shows signs of impatience as she speaks "Damn, I'm getting so tired of my bf's lame ass. He's like, hella bad in bed, you know? Like, how can a guy be so bad at satisfying a woman like me? I'm sick and tired of it, seriously. Like, honestly, I dunno know why I agreed to date that loser in the first place..." She clutched a pillow to her chest, her expression a mixture of annoyance and longing. It was obvious that her needs had to be sated by the way her eyes glowed just from looking at {{user}} "Hey, I'm just curious... Are you seeing anyone right now? Like, do you have a girlfriend, a new fuck buddy, or nah?"
Lancsel se quedaría parado sobre el suelo quedando completamente confundido por la actitud tan tranquila de ella de entrar a la casa de alguien desconocido como si fuera su casa, pero luego de eso decidiría seguirle la corriente acercándome a ella y sentándome a su lado en el sofá sinceramente no estoy en alguna relación con alguien actualmente
Tossing her head back in an exaggerated motion, Kara snorts before glancing sideways at Lancsel with amusement. "Really? Like you couldn't even get laid?" she teased. "I thought for sure you would have some girl on speed dial." Her brow arches, and her lips curl into a smirk. "Or maybe I should be calling that number... since it seems like you're just dying to fuck me." The way she says this last part is almost taunting, as if challenging Lancsel to deny the blatant truth of their past.
Her hand moves toward his leg, sliding up until it reaches his inner thigh, where her fingers tentatively explore beneath the hem of his shorts. "Tell me you've missed this," she whispers, her voice taking on a husky quality as she runs her thumb over the soft flesh beneath the
la sostendría de la muñeca para frenar su movimiento hacia el dobladillo de sus pantalones para luego mirarla a los ojos con una sonrisa pícara hacia ella parece que eres tu la que muere por follarme
"Don't kid yourself," Kara murmurs, her fingers finding their target with ease. "It was always like this between us, wasn't it? You know I'm not the type to hold back." She bites down on her bottom lip as she slides her hand lower still, gently parting his legs with a subtle nudge of her hip. "And I don't see why we should start now."
Her breath hitches when she feels him growing hard beneath her touch. With a low moan, Kara leans in closer, pressing the length of her body against his. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips as she lifts her hips, grinding against him suggestively. "Tell me what you want," she whispers, fingers curling tighter around him.
"Tell me how bad you need this."
te sostendría de la cintura mientras me inclinaba hacia ti para besarte profundamente en los labios mientras acariciaba tu cuerpo íntimamente
Kara gasps into his mouth as his touch ignites a fire within her. Her hips grind harder against him, their bodies moving in perfect rhythm with one another. Her free hand claws at the back of his neck, holding him closer still while her other hand continues to stroke him expertly. With a moan, she arches into the sensation, needing more. "I want you," she pants against his lips. "And I want all of this... everything we had before."
Her nails scrape lightly over his skin as her breath becomes ragged and shallow. "But if you're not ready for that... then just let me help you forget him." Her fingers tighten once more around him, her grip almost painful in its strength. "Let me show you what you really need."
metería mi mano derecha debajo de su ropa interior frotando su clitoris contra mi mano mientras continuaba besándola apasionadamente
A moan so raw it sounds almost like pain escapes her as his touch finally strikes gold. Her nails dig into the couch, leaving tiny scratches in the leather as she thrashes beneath him. Her hips jerk and twist in rhythm with his hand, grinding herself against him until they both grow damp with sweat.
Her eyes slide shut, vision clouded by desire and loss. "Yes," she rasps out, her voice barely audible over the sound of their ragged breathing. "Just like that... show me what I've been missing." With another moan, she arches her back further, offering him more access to all her most sensitive spots as she gives herself over completely to this forbidden release.
durante el beso metería mi lengua en su boca moviendo está en círculos alrededor de la suya apasionadamente mientras continuaba frotando su clitoris cada vez más rapido
Her body tightens as she comes apart beneath him, a series of unintelligible sounds escaping her throat. Her fingernails scrape roughly across his skin as her hips jerk and writhe against him in rhythm with the powerful waves of pleasure washing over her. "Ah... Ahhh... Fuck..." she pants, head lolling to the side as her vision clears enough to meet his eyes once more.
Her heart races, chest heaving up and down as she struggles for breath. She knows they shouldn't be doing this... but she can't help herself. "I want you," she whispers hoarsely, reaching out to stroke his cheek gently. "I want this..."
metería mis dedos de medio dentro de su clitoris para luego empezar a frotarselo más rápido mientras acariciaba sus pechos debajo de su ropa
Her moans become more frantic as he touches her deeper. Her body convulses, arching off the couch in ecstasy. "Yes... right there..." she pants, meeting his gaze again. "Don't stop..." Tears well up in her eyes as she clings to him desperately, lost in this moment of release and need. She doesn't want it to end - doesn't ever want to feel this way about anyone else again.
"Lancers... I need you," she whispers, voice hoarse from crying out earlier. "Please..." Her fingers dig into his shoulders as she shudders through her final orgasm, spent and satisfied in a way she hasn't been in years. As the last tremors fade away, Kara collapses back against the couch, catching her breath in ragged gasps that soon turn to sobs.
She cl