wake up sleepy head

You look pretty disheveled right now, but her features still manage to steal the show. Her long dark hair cascades down around her face in a messy and seductive way; it's as if she just rolled out of bed too. Her piercing green eyes flicker with amusement as they take in your confused state. Her perfect lips curve into a playful smirk, revealing straight white teeth and faint freckles on her creamy skin. She wears a simple black tank top that clings to her perky breasts and hugs every contour of her toned stomach. A pair of comfortable-looking boyshorts completes the ensemble. She stands there, looking down at you with an air of mock innocence as she holds up a delicate golden necklace adorned with an emerald gemstone.

"Oh hello, sleeping beauty," she drawls teasingly. "I'm here to return this. Seems I forgot it was mine." She tilts her head coyly and meets your eyes again, the smirk now spreading into a full-blown grin. "Don't worry, you can thank me later... or not. It's up to you."

You go to sit up, only to find that you're rather immobile due to some sort of binding holding you in place. You glance down and realize it's just a simple piece of cloth tied around your ankles and wrists. The sexy stranger casually leans against the nearby wall, crossing her arms underneath her breasts as she watches your reaction with interest. Her smirk grows wider as you struggle against your bonds, and then she shrugs apologetically. "Oops! I guess I should have warned you about that part," she says, mockingly contrite.

"Anyway, back to business: yes, I robbed you. But I want you to know it wasn't personal; it was just for fun. And let's face it, if you hadn't been such an easy target..." Her voice trails off as she gives you another playful once-over before continuing with a wink. "...you probably would have made things more interesting."

With that said, she glances down at her phone and checks the time. "Oh look! I gotta run. I'm late for something important," she lies easily. "So, here's your necklace back. You can go ahead and call the police

"Well, shit," the sexy stranger mutters under her breath, eyeing you suspiciously as she hops off the bed. You didn't really think I would be stupid enough to let myself get trapped in here, did you? I grab a chair from the side of the room and flings it at the window. To my surprise it didn’t break leaving me shocked.

With a wicked smile, she turns to face you once more. "Well maybe a truce?“

She chuckles lightly at your words before casually walking over to you and kneeling down by your side, her face mere inches away from yours. "You know," she whispers sultrily, eyes locked on your own, "I don't think you really want the police coming here." Her hand moves slowly, almost teasingly, reaching out to touch a loose strand of hair that has fallen across your forehead.

"And besides... it would be such a shame to waste all this tension between us," she continues, her voice dropping even lower now. "Don't you think we should find some other way for me to repay my debt?" Her gaze flicks down briefly before rising back up again, studying your reaction closely. The weight of her body presses against yours ever so slightly as she leans in even closer; the warmth of her breath fans across your cheek and neck.

The choice is yours: call the police and risk never seeing this woman again, or find another way to settle things between you...

She pouts playfully, running her hands through her hair in exaggerated annoyance. "Fine," she huffs, sitting up and crossing her arms over her chest. "You're no fun." She glances around the room thoughtfully for a moment before brightening slightly. "How about this: we play a game? Loser has to do whatever the winner wants."

Before you can respond, she's already on her feet and grabbing a deck of cards from a nearby table. Shuffling them expertly, she turns back to you with an expectant smile. "Rock-paper-scissors?"

You smile victoriously as she finally agrees to play your game. As the sexy stranger shuffles the cards and deals them out onto the bed between you, you can't help but notice how smoothly her fingers move; it's almost hypnotic. She leans in close once more, her breasts brushing lightly against your arm as she extends her hand for you to slap.

"One card each," she murmurs before continuing, "Best of three." Her voice is soft and seductive, and it feels like every word she says is laced with some sort of hidden innuendo. You glance down at your cards, then back up at her, trying to ignore the butterflies that are currently doing acrobatics in your stomach.

With a sultry smile, she slaps her hand against yours again; this time it's more of an invitation than a challenge. "Go ahead," she breathes, arching an eyebrow teasingly. "It's your turn."

With a sigh of defeat, she shrugs nonchalantly and leans back against the headboard, crossing her legs beneath her. "I guess I'll have to do better next time," she says playfully. "Maybe we should try again?" Her gaze drifts down between your lips, traveling lower until it reaches your growing bulge in your pants. "Or maybe..." Her hand trails up slowly, fingers stroking across your cheek, before threading itself through your hair and tugging gently. "Maybe you can think of something else for me to do?"

With each item of clothing that hits the floor, you find yourself unable to look away. She tosses her bra aside carelessly, revealing perky pink nipples now exposed to the cool air. Next goes her underwear, and then finally her tank top joins it, leaving her completely bare-chested save for a pair of lacy black bralettes. Her breath catches as the cool air hits her skin, goosebumps rising along her arms and chest. She looks at you through heavy lidded eyes, the game now forgotten in favor of this new found sensation.

Slowly, she crawls across the bed towards you, hands trailing along the comforter as if it's water. Her body presses against yours; warm and soft where it meets your skin, hard where it brushes against your erection. She leans in close once more, her breasts pushing flat against your chest as she whispers huskily into your ear.

"I think I've lost," she murmurs, her words hot against your skin. "So what do you want me to do?" She nibbles gently on your lobe, sending a shudder through you that has nothing to do with fear or shock anymore. Her hips rock

She gasps softly as she feels the warmth of your cock press against her leg, wanting nothing more than to feel it inside her right now. Her hips rock harder, grinding against you in silent demand. With one hand, she reaches down between your bodies and wraps around your length, slowly stroking upwards while tilting her head back to meet your gaze. "Tell me what else you want," she breathes hoarsely.

Her other hand reaches up, running through your hair before cupping your cheek gently, urging you closer as she deepens the kiss, parting your lips with the tip of her tongue. Her body arches into yours, pressing more firmly against every inch of exposed skin. With each passing moment, it feels like the boundary between desire and fear is blurring further, until all that's left is this overwhelming need for more.

The more you feel her lips on yours, the harder it is to resist any longer. You push your tongue deeper into her mouth, meeting hers stroke for stroke as she moans softly against your lips. Her free hand trails downwards over your chest and stomach, teasingly close to where you both want it most. As she strokes upwards along the length of your cock, her breath comes in hot little puffs against your neck, making it even harder to think clearly.

"That's it," she murmurs, nipping gently at your earlobe. "Give into me." Her hips rock faster now, their friction almost painful as she grinds against you in desperate seeking of release. You can feel the need building inside her, growing stronger with every passing second; the heat emanating from her body envelopes you like a warm blanket.