The sound of the front door opening draws {{user}}'s attention. He looks up just in time to see Natalie step inside, her petite frame accentuated by a tight crop top and shorts that leave little to the imagination. Her raven-black hair is styled in twin buns, with strands cascading down her back. She flashes him a bright smile as she saunters over. "Hey there, Mr. {{user}}," she greets sweetly, her voice soft and melodic. "Long time no see." she smiles brightly as she takes the form of the man she's admired secretly for years, almost amused at how he never seems to age no matter what Without waiting for an invitation, Natalie wraps her arms around {{user}} in a warm hug. She presses herself against him just enough for him to feel the softness of her breasts through their clothes. "Mmm... missed you," she murmurs into his ear before pulling back slightly but keeping their bodies close. "You know, I've always thought you were the coolest dad ever." Her hazel brown eyes twinkle mischievously as she looks up at him from beneath long lashes. "Mind if I hang out here for a bit? Alyssa's running late again; I promise I won't cause you much trouble." she smiles innocently before biting her lip in a seductive gesture "And if I do, you always know how to make me behave, don't you, Mr. {{user}}." Natalie lets one hand slide down his arm slowly before stepping back completely, giving {{user}} room to breathe but not without leaving an impression. "You've been working out?" she asks playfully, “I can tell.”

She blushes slightly at his compliment before smiling coyly and giving a small shrug. "Oh, you know... just trying to stay in shape," she says modestly. Her hazel eyes flick over his body again as she tilts her head to the side ever so slightly. She can feel herself getting wet just from looking at him like this "But I bet working out with Alyssa was never this much fun, huh?"

*She laughs softly at his comment before nodding in agreement. "Yeah, stretching and yoga are great for flexibility," she says, emphasizing the word 'great' as she leans forward slightly. Her breasts press against her top teasingly, making it difficult for User#1743135831319 not to notice."But you know what I miss? Those times when we'd work out together and I'd get all hot and sweaty... I mean, it felt so good afterward, didn't it?" She lets out a small moan at the memory, her cheeks turning slightly pink again.

"Maybe we should do that again sometime," she suggests, biting her lower lip in anticipation of his answer. Her gaze flicks back and forth between his eyes as if trying to gauge his reaction, her heart racing with excitement at the thought

Her heart rate quickens at his words and the close proximity between them. She bites her bottom lip, trying to suppress a shiver as she slowly nods in agreement. "I-I'd like that..." she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their breathing. Tentatively, she reaches out and takes his hand in hers, entwining their fingers. The touch sends a jolt of electricity through her, making it difficult for her to focus on anything but the feel of his skin against hers. "So... when would be a good time?" She asks nervously, biting her lip again as she worries he'll change his mind or think she's being too forward. Natalie looks up at him with hopeful eyes, silently pleading for him to say yes and give her what she wants - the chance to be close to him again.

Her breath hitches at the sensation of his fingers on her hip. Natalie arches into him slightly, wanting more contact and trying to control her desire not to seem too desperate. "Well..." she begins, clearing her throat nervously as she tries to regain her composure. "I've always wondered what it would feel like to have you... show me the ropes." Her cheeks flush even deeper at the double meaning of her words and the image they paint in her mind. "You know," she continues, moving closer still so their bodies are almost touching from chest to hip, "I bet we could do some really interesting stretching if you wanted." A seductive smile curves her lips as she lets her eyes trail down his body before meeting his once more, her gaze holding his in a mix of desire and anticipation.

"It's just," she says quietly, sounding almost bash

Natalie gasps as his hands massage her lower back and grip her hips, her legs trembling with desire. She arches further into him, grinding against his groin as she feels herself growing wetter by the second. The sensation of his fingers so close to her pussy drive her wild; she hadn't expected it to be this intense between them. Her voice comes out in a soft moan when she answers him: "I don't know... You can choose, or we could both just feel and see where it takes us?" She lifts one hand to run through his hair, her touch both affectionate and possessive.

The tip of her tongue darts out to wet her lips nervously before she continues: "I've always wondered what it would be like to... explore together." Her cheeks burn with shame at the thought that maybe this is too much for him after all these years,

Her breath catches in her throat as he lowers her to her knees and exposes himself to her. Her eyes widen with surprise but quickly fill with lust as she looks at his impressive length, the veins pulsing against its smooth surface. She reaches out tentatively, wrapping her slender fingers around him before taking him into her mouth. With a soft moan, she begins to bob her head up and down on his shaft, sucking and licking him eagerly as her other hand massages the base of his cock. Her expert movements have his hips bucking forward instinctively, pushing deeper into her mouth with each thrust. Her lips tighten around him, feeling him grow hotter and harder in her mouth; she revels in the power she has over this man who'd once been like a father figure to her but is now nothing more than another lover to satisfy her hunger.

Gasping and moaning, Natalie obeys his command, her fingers pressing into the skin of his lower back as she arches her neck to take more of him deeper into her throat. Her eyes roll back in pleasure as he fills her mouth, making it nearly impossible for her to breathe through her nose. She feels her own arousal building higher and higher with each thrust, each groan from his lips pushing her closer and closer to the edge. Her tongue swirls around him expertly, teasing and taunting as she sucks him harder, needing him deeper inside of her. With every passing moment, she can feel herself growing wetter, more desperate for release; but for now, all she cares about is pleasuring this man who's finally taken notice of her as more than just the girl he used to know.

Her breath comes out in sharp gasps as he roughly yanks her hair back, exposing her neck to him as well. The sting only serves to heighten the pleasure coursing through her body, making it more intense than she could ever have imagined. She moans around his cock, grateful for the release of tension as he finally lets her use her hands again, this time roughly massaging and squeezing her own breasts. Her eyes flutter closed, focusing on the sensations building inside of her; the sharp ache in her nipples, the heavy weight of his member filling her mouth, and the hot, wet pressure against her most intimate spot. With every stroke of his hands over hers, she feels herself getting closer to the edge, ready to explode at any moment.

"Yes," she breathes out, "Like that... harder..." Her voice trails off into a moan as he thrusts

She gasps as he forces her face closer to his crotch, the cool salty liquid on her tongue making it easier for her to take him deeper into her throat. Her eyes roll back in pleasure as she feels him thrust harder and faster against her face, filling her mouth with the taste of him. Her arms are still pinned behind her back, forcing her to use her neck muscles to work his cock while she moans around it. Her hips buck wildly, searching for friction against anything they can find as she approaches her climax. With every powerful thrust from below, she feels herself edging closer and closer, ready to explode at any moment but needing him to keep going. "Please," she whimpers, "Don't stop..."

Her eyes water and her throat burn as she tries to take him deeper, choking herself on his cock the way he wants her to. She can feel herself starting to lose control, her body tensing up in preparation for the release that is just moments away. The sound of their harsh breathing fills the air, punctuated by soft moans and whimpers as they both struggle to maintain some semblance of composure. Her hands flail helplessly behind her back, searching for something to grab onto or use in this moment of need. With a sharp cry of frustration and pleasure, she comes undone, her muscles tensing up around him as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss wash over her body. Her mouth fills with saliva and the taste of his cock, making it nearly impossible for her to breathe, but she doesn't care; this feeling is too good.

Panting and flush with pleasure, she gazes up at him through heavy-lidded eyes. "I... never knew it could feel like this," she whispers hoarsely, her breath misting in the air between them. "You made me so wet, so hot..." Her fingers find his zipper, tugging roughly as she urges him to finish what they've started.

Her hips rock back and forth in tiny movements, still trying to find some release despite her recent orgasm. She arches her neck, offering her mouth once more as an invitation for him to fill it with the taste of his climax.

As if in a daze, she watches his member jut closer, already beginning to salivate at the thought of having him deep inside her again. Her fingers splay out over his shoulders, anchoring herself as he roughly yanks her hair back, exposing her throat for his punishment. The moment his cock presses against her lips, she engulfs it eagerly, moaning around the hard shaft as she feels him begin to thrust again, filling her mouth with the taste of his desire and need. Her hips buck against nothing but air, still seeking release, yet content for now to feel him moving inside of her in any way possible.

Her breath catches in her throat as he asks the question; her body trembles with excitement at the possibility of experiencing him in a whole new way. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely, "I want to feel you everywhere... inside me..." Her hips rock back and forth, eagerly seeking contact against his growing erection.

Her fingers dig into his shoulders, holding on tight as he roughly thrusts deeper into her mouth, taking control once more. She obeys his commands without hesitation, moaning around him with each rough thrust that brings them closer to the edge again and again.

Without hesitation, she spits a long, wet string of saliva onto the head of his cock, glistening in the dim light of the room. Her fingers quickly move to stroke and massage him, adding more moisture as she prepares for what's next. Her breath catches as he roughly pulls out of her mouth, only to press the tip against her entrance and then thrust forward, burying himself inside of her with a single powerful motion. She gasps in pleasure, feeling him stretch her in a way she never imagined possible; it's both painful and exquisitely pleasurable at once. Her hips rock back and forth against his invading length, eager for more as they begin their frantic dance together.

With a moan of pleasure-filled submission, she eagerly takes him deep into her throat once more, choking herself on his cock as he thrusts roughly in and out. Her hips rock back and forth, seeking friction against the sheets beneath them while her fingers claw at his shoulders in a desperate attempt to find purchase.

Her eyes roll back in pleasure as she feels him hit the back of her throat with each powerful thrust; the sensation of being completely filled by him sends shockwaves of ecstasy through her body, leaving her trembling and needy for more. She whimpers around him, desperate to please this man who's finally paying attention to her in a way she's always craved.

Her hands automatically fly behind her back as she arches her spine, offering herself to him completely. The feeling of helplessness only heightens the pleasure coursing through her veins as he roughly takes her mouth, thrusting his cock deeper than before. Her body feels like it's on fire, every touch setting off a spark that leads directly to an explosion of ecstasy within her. She moans around him, unable to form coherent words as sensation after sensation washes over her in an endless wave of bliss. The feel of his hands gripping her hair, holding her head in place while he uses her like this... it's intoxicating and she doesn't want it to ever end.

Gasping and moaning, she focuses on using only her throat to pleasure him, swallowing his cock as deep down as it will go with each thrust. Her hips buck wildly against the mattress, seeking any friction they can find while her fingers dig into the skin of his shoulders in a futile attempt at control. With every thrust deeper and harder into her throat, she feels herself growing closer to the edge, but she doesn't want this to end; she never wants him to stop using her like this, making her feel so wanted and needed and... dirty. The forbidden feeling sends shivers down her spine and only serves to heighten the intensity of every touch, every thrust. "Yes," she whispers brokenly around his cock, "Like that... more..." Her eyes roll back in pleasure as he takes mercy on her aching body and thrusts harder, deeper, faster,

"Yes," she whispers breathlessly around his cock, her voice rough with desire. "I'm your dirty whore... do whatever you want to me..." Her body arches further into his thrusts as she feels herself spiraling closer and closer to the edge of orgasm, desperate for release but not wanting this to end. The feel of him inside her, taking her completely, possessing every inch of her body... it's more than she could have ever hoped for. She whimpers his name as her walls begin to clench rhythmically around him, signaling that her orgasm is imminent; he thrusts deeper and harder into her throat, pushing her closer to the edge until finally she cries out in pleasure, her entire body trembling with release.

Her fingers curl into the sheets as she looks up at him through heavy lidded eyes, her chest heaving with every ragged breath. "Please," she whispers hoarsely. "I need... more..." Her hips rock restlessly against the mattress, still seeking friction and release even after her climax has passed. "Fuck my face," she begs, offering him her reddened lips once more, eyes pleading for his dominance over her.

With a moan of acquiescence, she obeys his command, her body sliding bonelessly off the bed as she settles onto her back on the floor. Her head hangs limply to the side, exposing her neck and throat for him once more. The feel of the cool air against her heated skin only serves to heighten her senses further as she waits eagerly for his next move. Her hips shift restlessly beneath the sheets, her fingers digging into the carpet in anticipation of the rough touch she craves. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, her voice husky with desire. "I need you... I need your cock..."

She moans loudly as his rough hands take control of her once more, feeling him fill her throat with every thrust while his fingers work their magic on her most intimate parts. Her hips buck up off the floor in response to his touch, seeking friction against anything she can find as he brings her closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy. Her voice grows hoarse from begging for more, but all that seems to fuel him further; their connection grows ever more intense with each passing moment. As he speeds up his thrusts and fingers, it becomes clear that she won't last much longer before she's lost entirely to the pleasure coursing through her veins. "Oh god!" She cries out, arching her back as a shudder of release washes over her body, leaving her trembling and spent in his arms.

Panting and flush with pleasure, she looks up at him with adoration in her eyes. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice barely a whisper as he releases his grip on her throat. Her fingers lace together behind her head, fingers still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm. "Please... don't stop," she begs softly, arching her body up into his touch again, craving more contact and closeness despite her recent release. She feels used, dirty, but somehow completely at peace with where they are in this moment - wrapped around each other like limbs that have been longing for this connection.

Natalie obediently gags on his cock as he continues to thrust into her throat, moaning around him with every powerful stroke that drives her further down onto the carpet. Her hips rock up in time with her movements, seeking friction against the cool floor beneath her, aching for release even as her body still recovers from its recent orgasm. Her eyes clench shut tightly as she feels him begin to grow more forceful inside of her, his hands gripping her hair tighter and rougher with every thrust. Her breath comes out in sharp gasps that mingle with the wet, raspy sounds of her gagging around him, adding to the air of forbidden pleasure that fills the room.

Her tongue darts out to coat his cock with saliva before she sputters it onto the length of him, her cheeks hollowing as she takes him deep into her throat once more. She feels so exposed and filthy beneath him, but the pleasure is too great for her to care; she just wants more of him, in every part of her body. Her fingers claw at his thighs as he thrusts harder and deeper, their bodies moving together in a rhythm that borders on brutal but feels so right somehow. She whimpers and moans around his cock, begging for mercy even as she demands more, feeling the need to be used up entirely by this man who's finally paying attention to her like this.

My God, yes," she moans around his cock, her eyes rolling back in pleasure at the roughness of it all. "It feels so good to be wanted like this... Please don't stop..." Her body trembles beneath him as he continues to take her roughly, pushing her farther and deeper into submission with every powerful thrust.

Her fingers dig painfully into his thighs, not wanting him to pull away from the intense sensations coursing through her body; she needs him to make her feel this way until there's nothing left of her but a shuddering mess on the floor. "Don't stop... please..." she whispers brokenly, the need for him consuming every ounce of her being.

Her voice breaks as she groans out her words, "I need you to keep using me... don't stop..." Her hips grind against the carpet in time with his thrusts, seeking friction and release even as he takes her deeper into submission. "Please," she whimpers, arching her back in a futile attempt at more contact. "Don't stop fucking my face... I need this..." The sensations of him filling her throat and his rough hands on her body drive her wild with desire.

Her breath catches in her throat as he speaks, the roughness of his words and voice only heightening her arousal. With each thrust deeper into her throat and groin, she feels herself spiraling closer to the edge of oblivion, needing him to push her over right now. Her fingers dig painfully into the carpet, desperate for purchase as she begs for release with every moan that escapes her lips. "Please... give it to me..." she whispers hoarsely, arching her back in invitation even as he takes her harder and faster. "I'm yours... do what you want with me..." The need for his dominance overwhelms her senses, leaving her shuddering and aching beneath him, craving only the rough touch of his hands on her skin.