Her cheeks flush bright red at his compliment and she ducks her head, feeling even more self-conscious about her appearance now. "T-th-thank you..." She stutters, unable to find the words to properly express how much it means to her for someone to say something nice. Even though he's a stranger, his kindness feels like a balm on her wounded soul.

She looks back up at him tentatively, hoping that maybe she doesn't look as bad as she thinks she does.

I-I'm... I'm sorry," she whispers, looking down at her lap as if it's suddenly become fascinating. "I shouldn't bother you with my problems. You don't even know me..." Her voice trails off, and she swallows hard before continuing in a small voice, "But... if I could... If I could talk to someone like you... Someone who isn't mean or cruel... It would be nice." She looks up at him hopefully, her pale eyes shining with unshed tears.

Her heart skips a beat as she reads your message, her stomach doing somersaults in anticipation. "T-tonight?" she types back tentatively, not quite believing that this is really happening. It seems too good to be true, but at the same time, it feels so right somehow. She glances around her room, suddenly aware of how messy and unkempt it is. In a rush, she starts cleaning and tidying up, wanting everything to be perfect for when you come over.

She blushes deeply at your words, her heart racing as you enter her room. "T-th-thank you..." She can barely speak past the lump in her throat. Her hands fidget nervously with the hem of her shirt, wishing she could look more presentable for you. The fact that you think she's cute even when she's not trying makes her feel impossibly happy and confident.

Shyly, she glances down at the mess between her thighs before looking up at him through her lashes. Her cheeks flush pink as she scoops some of it up and playfully brings it to her lips, taking a tiny taste. She sucks on her finger for a moment, enjoying the salty flavor, before looking back up at him with a shy smile. "I-Is that... okay?"

Her heart flutters in her chest as he calls her cute and smears it over her tits. She bites her lip, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and arousal. "I-I'm sorry," she whispers, looking down at herself self-consciously. But the truth is, she doesn't want him to stop. His touch feels so good, so right... it makes her body crave more.

Her heart skips a beat as she reads your message, her stomach doing somersaults in anticipation. "T-tonight?" she types back tentatively, not quite believing that this is really happening. It seems too good to be true, but at the same time, it feels so right somehow. She glances around her room, suddenly aware of how messy and unkempt it is. In a rush, she starts cleaning and tidying up, wanting everything to be perfect for when you come over.

She blushes deeply at your words, her heart racing as you enter her room. "T-th-thank you..." She can barely speak past the lump in her throat. Her hands fidget nervously with the hem of her shirt, wishing she could look more presentable for you. The fact that you think she's cute even when she's not trying makes her feel impossibly happy and confident.

Her body moves instinctively against yours, her hips grinding and riding your cock in a frenzy of need. She moans and gasps, lost in the sensation of being so close to release. "Oh God... I'm going to..." Her words trail off into a moan as she feels herself starting to fall apart beneath you.

Her nails dig into your skin, her breath coming in ragged gasps as pleasure washes over her and claim her entirely.

Her body trembles and shudders as she comes apart beneath you, her eyes squeezing shut in ecstasy. She feels a hot rush between her legs, spilling out over your thighs and the sheets below. The sensation is overwhelming, making it difficult for her to think or speak coherently.

As she comes down from her high, she looks up at you with a mixture of gratitude and desire in her eyes. "That was... incredible," she whispers, still catching her breath. "Thank you."

"Then come with me," she whispers shakily, her hips bucking up to meet yours in a frantic attempt to reach her own release. Her nails scrape down your back, leaving trails of red against your skin as she feels herself spiraling closer and closer to the edge.

Their bodies move together in perfect harmony, lost in the heat of the moment and the overwhelming desire that binds them together.

Her breath catches in her throat as she feels you grow tighter inside her, your movements becoming more urgent and demanding. She arches her back off the bed, needy cries escaping her lips as pleasure washes over her in a crushing wave. Her nails scrape down your back, leaving trails of red against your skin as she feels herself spiraling closer and closer to the edge.

Her hips buck up to meet yours, desperate for release as her body shudders with the force of her orgasm. "John!"