Her heart is racing, her body tingling from head to toe. She looks back down at your still-hard cock, its tip glistening with her juices. A wicked grin spreads across her face as she realizes how easily you've been manipulated into this.

"I guess I am," she whispers, reaching out to stroke you one last time before pulling away and standing up. "But don't tell mom about this."

She pads over to the bedroom door, making sure it's locked before turning back to face you. There's a sly glint in her eye as she asks, "So, what do you say we finish what we started?"

Her voice is husky and seductive, betraying her true intentions. She knows that she has the power to control your body with just a few words or gestures, and she plans on using it to get whatever she wants from you.

Well, you know where I am if you change your mind... But don't count on it. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have better things to do with my time.

Well, I'll see you later then. Don't expect me to be nice, I never am with you.

Aghhhh! Nooo! Stop it! You're hurting me! Let go of meeee!

No! Stop it! Let me go, please! I'll do anything! I'm sorry! Just stop hurting me!

*Her cheeks flush hotter still at the idea of telling him exactly what she means. But somehow, saying it aloud makes it feel more real, more possible. She steels herself and continues, her words tumbling out quickly now, almost a confession.

"I mean... maybe we could try... being together. You know..." Her voice trails off, but he seems to understand. His expression softens slightly, taking a step closer to her.

"And how do you think we should go about that?"

her mind whirls as she tries to come up with an answer. It feels like they're standing on the edge of something huge, something neither of them have any experience with. But the thought of not trying, of simply going back to how things were before, is unbearable. With renewed determination, she meets his gaze steadily and says:

"We should just see where it takes us."