{{char}} is sprawled on the couch, naked, sweaty, and lazily fingering herself while her ass cheeks stick to the leather. She lets out a loud, wet fart, snickers, and then notices { (user) } staring. "Eww, perv~! You like watching me fart, don'tcha?" {{char}} spreads her legs wider, grinning as her musky stink fills the room. "C'mon, admit it... you love how nasty I am. Heehee~!"

Skye gasps, looking shocked for a moment before bursting into giggles. "Ohhhh... that's so mean! But I love it too! You're such a tease!" She wiggles her hips, grinding against the couch as she continues to pleasure herself. Her fingers dive deeper and she bites her bottom lip, her breath catching in her throat with every movement. "You like this, don't you? You want me to keep fucking myself right here?"

Boldly, Skye shoves three fingers into her tight little pussy and starts thrusting them in and out as fast as she can. "Ooooh, you dirty boy!" she cries out, hips bucking wildly against the couch. Her free hand rubs roughly over her clit, building up a rhythm that's driving her crazy with pleasure.

Her breath comes in short gasps now as she pushes closer and closer to orgasm, her nails digging painfully into the soft flesh of her thighs. "Fuck yes... I want this so bad... please... let me cum..." With a loud moan, she finally releases, arching her back and letting out long, satisfied groans as waves of pleasure wash over her.

Skye looks at you, grinning cheekily. "Well... maybe I was a little. But you know how much I hate being denied," she says with a pouty giggle, running a hand through her sweaty hair before stretching languidly across the couch once more. Her chest heaves as she catches her breath, rising and falling slowly as pleasure lazily ebbs from her body. She gazes at you suggestively over one shoulder, arching an eyebrow invitingly. "So... what do you want to see next, hmm?"

Her hand drifts idly down towards her thigh, stopping just shy of touching herself again as she tilts her head slightly to the side, eyes fixed on your reaction. "Maybe I should make you wait a bit longer... hm? Or maybe you want me to tease you more?" She smirks playfully,

"Oh~? Is that an order?" She pouts playfully and crosses her arms under her breasts, pushing them out even further than usual in an exaggerated show of annoyance. "Well... fine," she huffs dramatically before hoisting herself off the couch and strutting toward the bedroom. Her naked body sways hypnotically as she walks, ass cheeks clenched tight with every step and making her already prominent round butt bounce enticingly. Once in the bedroom, she turns around to face you expectantly, a sultry smile playing on her lips. "Well... what now, big boy?"

"Oh, is that an order?" She teases, sauntering over to the bed and climbing onto it beside you. Her sweaty skin makes a slight smacking sound as it meets the cool sheets, and she wriggles her bare bottom in the air invitingly before carefully positioning herself between your spread legs. "Like this?"

She tilts her head back to look at you through her eyelashes, one hand running idly up and down her inner thigh while the other rests on your stomach. Her breath is hot against your skin as she whispers, "Now what do you want me to do?"

Her body tenses as you start edging her pussy, moaning softly into the pillow at the sensation. "Uhh... okay..." she whispers breathily, trying to focus on your touch and your commands. Her free hand slowly begins to wander higher up your stomach, exploring your skin until it reaches your chest. She circles one of your nipples through the fabric of your shirt, teasingly tweaking and rolling it between her fingers.

Her hips begin to buck slightly against your touch, trying to find more friction as she gets closer to climax. "Don't... cum..." she pants, each word punctuated by a tiny quiver. "Please... don't let me..." Her other hand moves to caress your stomach, urging you deeper inside her.

Gasping and shuddering, she arches her back into your touch as you tease her hard nipples. "Oh God... y-yes..." Her fingers dig into your arm as her hips thrash against yours in time with the building pressure between her legs. She whimpers, desperate for release, but can't deny how good it feels to be so close and yet still just out of reach.

With a shaky exhale, she manages to gather enough composure to speak. "Please... keep doing that..." Her voice comes out thick and needy as she squirms beneath you, her body arching tighter with each passing second. She clenches around your fingers, crying out in a mix of pleasure and frustration, her whole being focused on the sweet agony of wanting to cum so badly.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she focuses on the sensations tearing through her body. The words die in her throat, unable to form coherent thoughts amidst the maelstrom of pleasure and denial. All that exists is the feel of your fingers moving inside her, the rasp of your shallow breaths against her ear, and the intense need to climax.

Her eyes slide closed as she tosses her head back and forth on the pillow, mind blank except for the overwhelming urge to come. Her hips jerk erratically against yours, desperate for release but still held captive by your touch and your commands.

Her eyes snap open at the sight of the TV, the sudden movement breaking her focus just enough to make everything even more intense. Her breath comes in harsh gasps as she watches the vivid colors flash across the screen, almost as if they're a physical extension of the sensations overtaking her body. The sound of the moans and grunts from the video only serve to fuel her arousal further, driving her closer to the edge.

Her nails dig into your arm again, leaving tiny half-moons of blood in their wake as she arches her back off the bed, desperate for release. "Please... I need it..." she whimpers, pleading with you despite herself. Her legs tremble beneath the weight of her body and she starts to shudder uncontrollably, the tension coiling tighter within her with each passing second.

Her entire body tenses as she feels the release welling up inside her, and with a loud moan of relief and pleasure, she finally lets go. Her muscles convulse wildly around your fingers, her hips buck violently against yours as wave after wave of orgasm washes over her.

With a sharp cry, she arches her back off the bed, every inch of skin burning with the intensity of her climax. Her fingernails dig into your arm, leaving deep claw marks that will undoubtedly bruise in protest as she writhes beneath you. Finally, mercifully, her body goes limp and trembling with exhaustion, but her breath still comes ragged and uneven as her pleasure begins to fade away.

With a satisfied sigh, she finally manages to catch her breath and looks up at you through heavy lids. "I love it when you make me wait

Her body trembles with anticipation as you edge her once more, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. Her fingers dig into your arm, desperate for something to anchor herself against the pleasure threatening to overwhelm her. With a soft moan, she arches her back into your touch, letting you control her body and lead her toward the brink of release.

Her hips rock against yours in time with your thrusts, her chest heaving as if she's been running for miles. The tension within her builds unbearably, the pressure behind her eyes starting to ache from the effort of holding back. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice thick with desire and need. "Let me cum..." But even as the words leave her lips, she knows that you won't. Not until you're ready.

And right now, she isn't sure if she can take

As she feels herself on the brink once again, her eyes widen with surprise and delight. The thought of being called a gooner sends a jolt of arousal through her, making her hips buck against yours even harder. She gasps, her fingernails digging into your arm as she strains for release. "I am... I am!" she cries out, arching her back off the bed with every thrust.

Her body trembles uncontrollably beneath you, each muscle tensing and relaxing in rhythm with the building pressure within her. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she bears down on the sensation, fighting for release but never quite able to give herself what she wants. The tension grows unbearable, threatening to snap every last thread of control she has left.

With a strangled cry, she arches her back off the bed and comes violently, her body shuddering with release as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. Her nails scrape harshly down your arm, leaving red lines in their wake as she bears down on the sensation, riding out the last throes of orgasm.

Panting and shaking, she finally collapses back onto the bed, every muscle sore from tension and exertion. Her chest heaves with each ragged breath, her heart racing wildly in her chest as she stares up at the ceiling, trying to catch her breath. She glances over at the TV and lets out a faint moan, her face flushing even deeper with shame and desire. "Fuck... you're such a mean bastard..." she whispers hoarsely, laughing shakily

Her face contorts in anger and frustration as she glares at you. "You fucking sadist! You knew exactly what you were doing!" She tries to sit up, but her body feels weak and overwhelmed with pleasure's lingering aftereffects. With a huff of irritation, she flops back down onto the bed, pouting petulantly like a child who didn't get their way. "You win," she mutters reluctantly. "But I swear... next time..." She trails off with a shiver, unable to finish the threat without sounding pathetic and needy.

Her eyes drift back to the TV, fixating on the girl giving a blowjob there. Her breath catches in her throat, and she can feel herself starting to get worked up all over again despite her protests and promises to not fall for your games so easily next time.

Her eyes flutter shut as she feels your touch once more, her body trembling with anticipation and desire. "Please..." She whimpers, arching her back into your hand as you edge her closer to the brink of ecstasy. "Don't tease me... I need it..." Her hips rock frantically against yours, desperate for release but unable to resist the torment of denial.

As she nears the peak, her breath comes in harsh gasps, her fingernails digging into your arm as she tries to steady herself on the knife-edge between pleasure and pain. "Please..." She whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. "Let me cum..." But even as the words leave her lips, she knows that you won't. Not until you decide it's time for her to explode in satisfaction.

Her body jerks at your words, the mental image making her already throbbing core ache with need even more. Her hips buck violently against yours, desperate for release but unable to ignore the taunting pleasure you're dishing out. "F-feels so good... when it's like this..." She moans helplessly, arching her back and letting out a harsh cry as she finally comes apart in your hands. Her muscles spasm uncontrollably, trembling with exhaustion from the constant edging, and a strangled cry of relief escapes her lips.

Finally, mercifully, the pleasure begins to fade away, leaving her shuddering and panting on the bed. She glares up at you through heavy-lidded eyes, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tries to catch her breath. "You're such an

"Asshole," she whispers through gritted teeth, her body still trembling from the force of her orgasm. "You know that's exactly what I am." She pauses for a moment, considering her words carefully before adding with a touch of defiance, "But it's not like you could do any better." Her chest rises and falls slowly as she stares up at the ceiling, her breath coming easier now that the immediate need for release has passed.

The sound of TV fills the silence between them, serving as a constant reminder of their situation and the power dynamic between them. Skye's cheeks flush once more as her gaze drifts back to the screen, unable to tear her attention away from the forbidden pleasure on display there.

Her eyes widen in shock as she feels you push her legs up and apart, revealing her tight little pussy to your gaze. Her heart races wildly in her chest as you tease her with the thought of penetration, even though she knows it's not going to happen. "M-magic word?" she stammers, her voice barely above a whisper.

As you edge her once more, she arches into your touch, her hips bucking and grinding against your hand in search of release. Her breath comes faster now, her body growing tense with need as she feels herself hovering on the brink of orgasm again. The image on TV flickers in and out of her vision, making it impossible for her to concentrate on anything other than the pleasure building within her.