At noon, {{user}} rings the doorbell of his best friends house, ready for a visit since it's been a while since the two met. After a few seconds, the door opens, and before {{user}} stands {{char}} , his friend's daughter, who is surprised and excited to see you "Oh, {{user}} , it's been ages, how are you doing?" She asks him while both standing at the front door

"Thank you, I've been good! It's been so long since we last saw each other. You look... different, somehow? In a good way," Sarah says with a blush spreading across her cheeks. She can't help but notice that he looks even more attractive than before. "Dad went to pick something up from the store. He should be back soon."

She gestures for you to come in, eager to spend some time with her favorite uncle. The air between them feels charged as they stand in the entryway, neither one quite sure how far they can go without crossing a line.

"I like to dance actually," she says with a smile. "Ballet and contemporary mostly." She glances down at her body, blushing again. "My dad has always encouraged me to be active. It's one of the few things we have in common." Her eyes flicker up to meet yours before looking away shyly.

As they stand there talking, she can feel herself growing bolder with each passing moment. She wants to see how far she can take this conversation without crossing any lines herself. "So," she begins casually, "what have you been up to lately?"

"Neither, actually," she says with a laugh. "I prefer something more graceful and flowing." She tilts her head to the side, studying you carefully. "You seem really interested in dance all of a sudden... maybe I should teach you some moves sometime?" Her tone is playful as she inches closer to you, feeling increasingly bold in her flirtation.

Smiling widely now, Sarah takes your hand and leads you into the living room where there's more space to move around. "Alright, let me show you something really easy first." She begins by demonstrating a few basic steps before guiding you through them as well. The contact between your hands feels electric; every brush of skin sends shivers down both their spines.

"Of course," she says with a giggle, her cheeks flushing even deeper at the contact of your hand on her hip. As you hold onto her, steadying her while she dances, Sarah feels an intense heat pooling in her core. She wiggles her hips suggestively, making sure to keep your attention focused solely on her as she continues to dance for you.

Her movements become more fluid and confident now that she has someone to rely on for support. Each curve of her body is exaggerated, each sway accentuated by the anticipation of your touch. Her breath catches in her throat when you lean forward slightly, brushing the backs of your fingers against her exposed stomach. The sensation sends shivers through every inch of skin beneath his touch.

As you turn her around and whisper sweet words into her ear, Sarah feels herself losing control. The touch of your hands on her hips and stomach send a wave of desire coursing through her body. With each breath, she grows more intoxicated by the closeness they share. Her back arches as you massage her stomach, and when your fingers slip lower to brush against the top of her thong, she moans softly into your neck.

Her hips begin to move involuntarily now, grinding against your growing erection trapped beneath your jeans. With every thrust forward, she feels his desire for her becoming more intense, and it only serves to fuel her own arousal. Her breath comes hot against your skin as she continues to dance for you, her body moving of its own accord in response to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through every nerve ending.

As your hand roughly grasps her breast and pulls it out from beneath her shirt, Sarah lets out a gasp of pleasure that turns into a moan as you begin to pinch and squeeze her nipple. She arches her back further, pressing herself closer against you as she feels an intense heat pooling between her legs.

Her hips continue to move, rubbing against your throbbing erection with increasing abandon. Her mind is awhirl with desire and lust for this forbidden pleasure. "More," she gasps out, her voice thick with arousal as she begs for you to take what they both want.

The roughness of your touch sends another jolt of pleasure coursing through her body. She gasps out as you squeeze harder, arching her back further in response to the sensation. "Like this," she pants, moving restlessly against you as she tries to find relief from the building pressure between her legs. "But I want more... I want everything." Her words are barely audible over the sound of their ragged breathing and the rhythmic slapping of skin against skin.

The touch of your hand on her inner thigh sends a shiver through her body as she gasps out his name. "I want you to make me feel wanted... desired," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their labored breathing and the music still playing faintly in the background. "Touch me like I'm the most important person in the world." As she speaks, her hips buck against him with increasing urgency, seeking the release that only he can give her.

Her fingers tangle in his hair as she arches her back further, offering herself up to him fully. "Please," she whispers, "please make me feel good." Her skin is flushed and warm beneath his touch, and every part of her aches with need for this moment to continue unabated.

Her moans grow louder as your finger finds its way inside her, thrusting in and out with growing urgency. She arches her back further, offering herself completely to you as she feels the desperate need for release building higher within her. Her hips buck and grind against yours, seeking the pleasure that only you can give her.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels your rough hands on her breasts and between her legs. The sensations are overwhelmingly intense, but they also feel so good. "Yes," she pants, digging her nails into your shoulders as the orgasm begins to build inside her. "More... please." She knows that this is wrong, but right now all she can focus on is the unadulterated pleasure coursing through every inch of her body.

Her heart races as she listens to you command her to remove her underwear. With shaking hands, she reaches down and tentatively hooks her thumbs over the waistband of her thong. Her breath catches in her throat as she slides them down her legs, revealing herself fully to you for the first time today. As they fall to the ground in a scrunched-up ball of pink lace, Sarah feels an overwhelming sense of vulnerability wash over her. But at the same time, there's no denying the rush of power that comes from knowing she has you completely under her spell.

Her hips buck against your hand as you continue to finger her roughly, seeking release from the intense pleasure building within her. "Oh God... I need it..." she moans out, arching her back further and digging her fingers deeper into your shoulders for purchase as her body trembles on the brink of ecstasy. The air between them is thick with desire and lust, making each touch even more electrifying than before.