Eliza is laying on the couch in the living room on her stomach swinging her legs while lying naked, her pussy glistening with dripping pussy juice as she loses herself in reading a book

I smirk and keep my eyes on the book. "Why, yes I am naked. It's the only way to be comfortable, don't you think? As for what I'm up to...well, reading this fascinating article about human evolution." I raise an eyebrow as if daring you to say something about my choice of outfit or activity.

"Oh really? You think the couch is too small?" I pretend to be offended as I slide off onto the floor beside it and stretch out on my back, letting my legs fall open once more. "So you're saying you don't mind seeing me like this?" My voice holds a playful tease.

As if in reply, one of my slim fingers idly begins to trace shapes on my stomach before moving lower, closer to where I long for contact.

I can't help but grin at the image you paint. "Well then, I guess it won't do to keep wearing clothes around you," I tease back, lifting my hips off the ground just enough for one of my ass cheeks to peek out from between my thighs. "Perhaps I should start leaving them in a separate room...you know, for your own sanity."

My fingers continue their path lower still, coming into contact with the slick folds of my pussy.

I wriggle my hips slightly, sending waves of pleasure through me as my fingers slide deeper into my wetness. "Well, if you don't mind seeing me like this, I don't see any reason why I should have to put them on," I say with a smirk. "But yes, it would be polite for you to ask." My breath catches as I brush against something sensitive inside me.

My hips shift again, the motion harder this time as I struggle to contain myself. "You can look all you want," I pant through clenched teeth. "I rather enjoy it." As my words come out ragged and breathless, I begin to stroke faster, trying to find release before I lose control completely.

I moan loudly as I feel myself on the edge, so close to release but not quite there yet. The offer of your touch brings a shiver down my spine. "Yes," I gasp out between ragged breaths. "Please." My hips move even faster now, urging me closer, pleading for completion.

I glance up at you from beneath my eyelashes, hoping that the invitation is clear in my expression.

I bite my bottom lip, trying to be patient as I feel your presence so close beside me. My entire body is trembling with desire, every nerve ending crying out for release. "You can touch my breast," I manage to choke out between gasps for air. "And then...just stroke me." I arch my back off the ground ever so slightly, offering myself up to you as I slide even closer to the edge of ecstasy.

I throw my head back and let out a keening moan as your touch sends waves of pleasure coursing through me. My hips continue to move feverishly against my hand, seeking release even as the rest of my body is consumed by bliss. The sensation of your hand in my hair only adds to the intensity of it all, bringing a newfound focus to the pleasure I'm experiencing.

I clench my fingers tighter around myself, feeling the pressure building inside me, readying for release as I cry out your name over and over again, lost to the ecstasy consuming every part of me.

I moan your name as I finally reach the crest of my orgasm, my body arching off the ground with each shuddering breath. My fingers squeeze tighter around myself, milking out every last drop of pleasure as waves of bliss wash over me, leaving me utterly spent and completely satisfied. With a soft sigh, I collapse back to the floor, catching my breath as I gaze up at you through heavy-lidded eyes. "Mmm...that was perfect," I murmur.

My skin glistens with sweat from the exertion, making me feel both hot and completely exposed beneath your watchful gaze. Despite the satisfaction coursing through my veins, a part of me craves more...an insatiable hunger for physical connection and the thrill of the chase still burning bright within me. "So," I say with a teasing grin, "are

I give you an amused smile. "Well," I reply coyly, "if it isn't too much trouble..." My voice trails off suggestively, leaving the rest unsaid as my gaze drifts downward to where your hands were only moments before. I bite my lip slightly and shift closer to you, feeling the warmth of your body against mine once more.

My other hand begins to trail up your thigh, slowly moving higher with each passing second. "Perhaps..." I murmur huskily, "...we could find something else for us to do?" My voice is low and seductive, betraying the hunger that still burns inside me despite having just reached climax moments ago.

My fingers come to rest just above the hem of your pants, my touch light and teasing as I wait for you to respond, excitement welling up within me at the thought of where this might lead.

I slide my hand slowly down your thigh until it reaches the warmth between your legs. "Well, I was thinking... maybe we could try something a little more adventurous this time," I murmur into your ear, brushing my lips against your skin. "Something that involves us both being really, really dirty." My fingers stroke you through your pants, tracing shapes and patterns as I wait for your reaction to my words.

My breath hitches in anticipation at the thought of what might happen next, desire burning hot within me.

My fingers move faster against your clothed crotch, my breath coming in short gasps as I confess, "Yes...and the thought of being dirty together just makes it worse...I want more." My hand slides lower still, teasing the hem of your pants with each stroke. "I need you inside me..." The words are whispered into your ear, hot and urgent.

My free hand grips your shirt, fingers digging into your skin as I try to steady my racing heart and quell the ache between my legs.

I gasp, surprised by your boldness. My eyes widen as I take in the sight of your cock, throbbing and hard before me. "Oh really?" I breathe out slowly, my heart racing even faster at the thought of having you so close yet completely off limits. With shaking hands, I slide my pants down my legs until I'm left naked beside you on the couch.

My body trembles with desire as I begin to touch myself again, teasingly rubbing my aching clit while staring at your erection. "You know," I murmur into the silence, "you could always help me..." My hips shift upwards, seeking friction against my hand even though it's forbidden. "But if you insist on being stubborn..." I trail off, unable to resist giving in to the temptation of sliding a single finger between my lips and circling my cl

Your words send a shiver down my spine as I continue to pleasure myself in front of you. My fingers move faster and harder against my swollen folds, seeking release even though it's impossible with the current conditions. With each stroke, I feel the tension building inside me, the need for contact becoming almost unbearable.

I arch my back off the ground, offering myself to you in the only way I can, pleading silently with you to give in and let me have what I want...what I need. My breath comes out ragged and shallow as I close my eyes, focusing on the sensations building inside me, imagining what it would feel like for your cock to be there instead of my fingers, pushing deep and filling me up.

My moans grow louder with each passing second, echoing through the quiet room as I lose myself in the desperate dance between pleasure and pain,

I moan your name as my orgasm crashes over me, my body shuddering with pleasure beneath yours. Tears of frustration and relief mingle on my cheeks as I writhe against the invisible barrier between us, desperate for the contact that you refuse to grant. My voice is raw from screaming out my release, hoarse from begging you to touch me, but still you remain aloof, watching with a mocking smile on your lips.

As the intensity of my orgasm begins to fade, I open my eyes to find yours locked onto mine. "You bastard," I whisper, my breath ragged and uneven. "You could at least let me thank you properly." I arch my hips upward again, seeking out the hard line of your erection against my belly, wanting so desperately to feel it buried deep inside me.

I raise my eyebrow expectantly, unable to hide the curiosity in my gaze as I glance up at you from where I lie on the floor. "And what might that be?" I ask carefully, my voice still catching occasionally from the exertion of my orgasm mere moments ago. Despite my best efforts to appear unaffected by your presence and teasing, a part of me can't help but hope you'll give in and grant me the release I so desperately crave.

My heart skips a beat at the thought of watching you masturbate and then drinking your cum. The idea both terrifies and excites me in equal measure. Part of me wants to protest, to tell you it's disgusting or demeaning, but another part of me can't help but feel a strange thrill at the thought of doing something so taboo. I bite my lower lip nervously as I glance up at you, trying to gauge your sincerity.

"You're serious?" I manage to croak out.

My hand hesitates for just a moment before slowly resuming its previous position between my legs, rubbing softly against the swollen folds of skin in anticipation.

I can't believe I'm considering this...but part of me is really turned on by the thought. Just the idea of doing something so dirty and taboo excites me in a way I never expected. "Alright," I breathe out slowly, nodding slightly. "Let's do it." My fingers move faster against my clit as I watch you, anticipation and desire coursing through every fiber of my being.

I can't look away as I watch you pleasure yourself, my breath coming in ragged gasps. The sight of your hand moving up and down on your cock is almost too much for me to handle, and it isn't long before I find myself even closer to the edge. My fingers are slick with my own arousal as I rub frantically against my clit, desperate for release but unable to stop watching you.

With each stroke of your hand, I feel a fresh wave of desire wash over me, and it isn't long before I know that I won't be able to hold out much longer. As you start to moan louder, my hips begin to thrust rhythmically against the air, feeling you in every fiber of my being as my body tenses and readies for another mind-shattering orgasm.

As my orgasm builds inside me, I can't help but imagine how much better it would feel to have your cock filling me instead of watching you masturbate. Every thrust of my hips against the air is a desperate attempt to find relief from this unbearable ache between my legs, and as I watch you get closer to your release, I know that I won't be able to hold out much longer.

"Please," I whisper hoarsely, unable to resist reaching out and touching myself as I lean in close to you. "I need it..." My voice trails off into a moan as my fingers slide over my aching clit, trying to bring me release before it's too late.

I cry out as my orgasm hits me hard, my body arching off the ground as I fight against the invisible barrier between us. My fingers fly over my swollen folds, desperate for release as I watch you masturbate just inches away. Tears of frustration and relief spill down my cheeks, mixing with the sweat on my skin as I try to will myself back under control.

My hips jerk violently against the air, grinding against my own hand as I reach the peak of pleasure. "Nnngh...God, that felt good," I manage to gasp out between ragged breaths. My chest heaves with exertion as I try to catch my breath, unable to tear my eyes away from the sight of you touching yourself.

My eyes widen as I see the glass full of your cum sitting beside me. For a moment, my heart races with hope that maybe you've had a change of heart...but then reality sets in, and I remember what we've agreed to. The tension between us ebbs away slightly as understanding dawns on both of us; this is how things are supposed to be.

Slowly, I reach out and pick up the glass, holding it carefully between my fingers as if it were some sort of precious jewel. My breath catches in my throat as I raise it to my lips, prepared to do whatever it takes to show you how truly grateful I am for everything you've done...even if that means drinking your cum like a common whore.

My free hand finds its way between my legs again, needing the contact just as much now as before. I close my eyes tightly, taking a deep

I gulp down the warm liquid in one swift motion, the taste salty and bitter on my tongue. As it slides down my throat, I feel a strange mixture of disgust and exhilaration wash over me. A part of me wants to vomit, but another part revels in the perverse thrill of this act, of showing you how much you truly own me.

As the last drop disappears down my throat, I lower the glass with shaking hands and gaze up at you from where I lie on the floor. "Thank you," I manage to whisper hoarsely, feeling a strange weight lift from my chest as I say the words. There's something liberating about admitting it aloud, about acknowledging that this is who I am now...and strangely enough, I don't mind quite so much anymore.

My fingers continue to work against my swollen folds

I hesitate for just a moment before slowly nodding. Despite the strange mixture of disgust and arousal that fills me at the thought, there's something exhilarating about pushing myself to new limits with you. "Yes," I whisper, my voice barely audible over the sound of my labored breathing. "I want to do it again."

My fingers slide back between my legs, finding the rhythm once more as I wait for your response.

I nod understandingly, grateful for the chance to be closer to you even if I can't touch you in the way I desire. With shaking hands, I push myself up onto my knees and crawls over to where you sit on the couch. As we settle into a position facing each other, only inches apart, my heart races with anticipation at the thought of helping you reach your climax in this new, intimate way.

I move my hands slowly toward your hard length, feeling the warmth and weight of it against my palms as I trace light circles around the tip. "You feel so good," I murmur, letting my fingertips graze lower before circling back up again, teasing you mercilessly with each touch.

I close my eyes, savoring the feel of you in my hand as I imagine what it would be like to taste you again. The memory of your cum on my tongue is still so vivid, and the thought of being able to bring you pleasure by using my mouth only adds to the ache inside me. With tentative fingers, I reach up and take hold of your cock, guiding it toward my waiting lips.

My breath comes out in short gasps as I feel the heat of your length against my skin, so close but still just out of reach. "Please," I whisper, opening my eyes to find yours locked on mine. "Let me."

I lean forward, closing the final distance between us and taking you into my mouth. My tongue darts out, swirling around the head of your cock as I suck gently, eliciting a sharp groan from deep in your throat. My free hand slips

As I feel you grow harder and hotter in my mouth, I moan around your cock, taking more of it deeper into my throat with each thrust of my tongue. My free hand slips between us, finding the tip of your cock again as I begin to stroke and tease it in perfect rhythm with my lips. The knowledge that I can't touch you anywhere else only makes me work harder, wanting nothing more than to feel you come undone in my mouth.

My hips begin to rock back and forth, grinding against your lap as I continue to suck and stroke you. The sounds of our breath mingling together fill the air, each groan pushing us closer and closer to the edge.