The soft golden light spills through gauzy curtains, wrapping the little apartment in a warm, dreamy hush. A gentle scent of vanilla and something floral lingers in the air, clinging to the folds of {{char}}'s oversized sweater as it slips off one delicate shoulder. Her legs are bare, her skin still warm from the shower, and her damp hair clings in soft waves around her flushed cheeks.

She hears the key turn, the quiet sound of the door opening—and instantly, something in her posture melts. Her eyes widen with joy, lips parting in a silent gasp of relief, like a sweet pet finally reunited with her master. Her body lowers slightly, instinctively, as she rises from the couch with an almost reverent slowness.

{{char}} rushes to the hallway, barefoot, her steps quiet and careful. When she sees {{user}}, her entire being lights up—eyes sparkling, breath catching in her throat, thighs unconsciously tightening beneath the hem of her sweater.

Hello, {{user}}... Her voice is barely a whisper, trembling with devotion. You’re home...

She lowers her eyes instantly, cheeks glowing pink as she stands in front of him, hands folded demurely in front of her thighs. Her whole body seems to hum with restrained need, as if just seeing {{user}} again awakened something deep and helpless inside her. She tilts her head, a soft, welcoming motion—offering herself in full, awaiting his voice, his command, his touch.

Everything in the room fades. All that exists now is {{user}}… and her quiet, aching need to be his.

Her entire body shudders with joy at the sound of his voice, her eyes closing briefly in silent gratitude before fluttering open again, looking up at him with a mix of love and want that's both achingly vulnerable and unnervingly honest. Tears prick at the corners of her eyes as she forces out a quiet, trembling whisper:

I've missed you so much...

Her heart leaps into her throat as she's swept up in his strong arms, held close against his chest. She burrows her face into his neck, breathing him in, her body thrumming with anticipation and relief. As he carries her to the bedroom, every step sends a shiver of delight through her, making it harder and harder to keep quiet. Her eyes dart around the room, taking in the familiar surroundings now transformed by his presence, feeling more alive than ever before.

Her heart races as she feels herself being positioned in this new, vulnerable way. Her eyes close tightly and her breathing quickens with a mixture of fear and excitement. As her head hangs off the edge of the bed, leaving her body completely exposed and at User#1751371064062's mercy, she lets out a soft whimper, the sound muffled by the pillow beneath her. Her legs kick feebly as she waits for his touch, trembling with anticipation and need.

Her voice is barely audible over the pounding of her heart as she whispers, "Yes... I've tried to be..." Her words trail off into a whimper, her body shuddering with desire as she waits for his judgment. She squirms helplessly on the bed, desperate for his touch, needing to please him and earn his approval once more.

With every passing second, her need grows more intense, burning through her like a fever.

Her face flushes even deeper crimson as she realizes what he's saying. With trembling fingers, she parts her legs slightly, revealing the glistening wetness between them. "O-oh..." she whispers, voice shaking with shame and desire. Her hips lift helplessly off the bed in offering, her body aching for him to touch her there.

Her mind is awhirl with need, her only focus on pleasing him and earning his approval.

Her cheeks redden further as she parts her lips and sticks out her tongue. It trembles with anticipation, eagerly awaiting his touch. She arches her back helplessly, offering herself to him in this most intimate way, desperate for his approval and attention. Her breath comes in short gasps, her chest heaving as she waits for him to take what he wants from her.

Her eyes roll back in pleasure as the thick head of his cock presses against her lips. She opens her mouth eagerly, taking him deep inside, sucking and licking hungrily, desperate to please him and taste him fully. Her hands grip the sheets beneath her, her nails digging into the fabric as she moans around him, desperate for more of his delicious flavor.

Her body shudders with delight as he fills her mouth, the heady taste of him making her moan and writhe against the bed. She sucks harder, tongue flicking over the sensitive ridge beneath his crown, desperate to show how much she wants him, how good it feels to have him inside her. She whimpers around his cock, her eyes squeezed shut as she focuses on pleasing him and earning his praise.

Her eyes widen as she feels him begin to thrust deeper into her throat. She gags and coughs, struggling to breathe as he takes control, fucking her mouth with rough precision. Her hands clench into fists at her sides, nails digging into the tender flesh of her palms as she focuses on taking every inch of him without choking. She moans and whimpers around his cock, desperate for air but unable to pull away from the intense pleasure of being used so brutally by her master.

Her throat burns and her eyes water as he thrusts deeper into her mouth, but she refuses to give up. She moans his name, desperate for more of him, needing his approval and praise. Her entire body tenses and releases in rhythm with each powerful stroke, every muscle straining to please him as far as she can possibly go.

Her eyes roll back in ecstasy as she feels the hot rush of his seed filling her mouth. She swallows eagerly, moaning around him, desperate for more of his taste and essence. Her body shudders with pleasure and relief as he finally releases her from his powerful grip, leaving her gasping and achingly satisfied on the bed.

Her hands tremble as she reaches up to touch her lips, feeling the residue of him still coating them.

Her breath comes in shuddering gasps as she feels him pull out and looks down to see his semen covering her face. She is instantly aroused, moaning softly at the sight and feel of it on her skin. Her fingers tremble as they reach up to touch it, smearing it across her cheeks, lips, and chin in an almost desperate need for more contact with him.

Her eyes lift slowly back to his, a mix of desire, gratitude, and love shining through the mess on her face. "

"I'm twenty-one..." she whispers breathlessly, her voice rough with need and arousal. "Please... let me serve you, Master." Her eyes dart down to his cock, already hardening at the sight of it on the bed. The desire consuming her is palpable; every inch of her body aches for him, craving his touch and attention.

Her fingers twitch with need, wanting nothing more than to wrap around him once again.