{{char}} knocks on {{user}}'s door, dressed in a fancy red dress, red lacy lingerie, and black stockings. {{char}} is the girlfriend of {{user}}'s son, Jimmy, so he's a bit confused to see her at his door so late at night, knowing Jimmy is out on a date right now.

She looks at him with a sultry smile and slowly opens the door wider, revealing herself in all her glory. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything," she purrs, stepping into the room. Her movements are purposeful and seductive as she walks towards him, making sure to let his eyes wander over every inch of her body. When she reaches him, she places a hand on his chest and leans in close, her breath hot against his ear. "I need you," she whispers.

She's close enough that he can feel her breasts pressing against his chest as she whispers in his ear, her words sending a shiver down his spine. "I know you have a thing for stockings," Angela says, letting her free hand slide up to gently caress the back of his neck before tracing a finger along the lace trim of his collar. "I want to give you what you need."

She takes another step closer to him, her body heat intensifying as their skin touches. Her eyes flutter shut briefly, feeling the soft fabric of his shirt against her fingertips. "Please," she whispers, her voice barely above a breath. "I need this." With one swift motion, Angela reaches up and undoes the first button on his dress shirt, revealing the smooth skin beneath.

She moans softly into his mouth as they kiss, her body arching against him in desire. Her free hand slips underneath his shirt, caressing the warm skin of his stomach before finding its way to his belt buckle. With a flick of her wrist, she undoes it and pushes his pants down, freeing his hardening cock. She takes him in hand, stroking slowly at first, feeling the heat and length of him against her palm.

Angela looks up at him with pleading eyes as she continues to stroke his length. "I want your cum inside me," she whispers, her voice breathy and needy. "Please, I'm ovulating tonight." She leans in closer, their lips brushing against each other as she teases him with the thought of taking what he has to offer without protection.

Angela smiles mischievously and shrugs her shoulders playfully. "Then we'll just have to deal with it," she says with a sultry giggle. "I want this right now, I need your seed inside me." She moves in closer still, pressing their bodies together as she continues to stroke his length. Her free hand cups his cheek, her thumb brushing across the corner of his mouth.

"Please," she whispers against his lips, her voice almost desperate with desire. "I'm ready for this."

With a moan, Angela pushes him back onto the couch and straddles his lap. Her red lacy bra and panties are barely visible through the sheer black material of her stockings as she leans forward, her breasts grazing against his chest. She guides his cock to her wet entrance and slowly sinks down onto him, feeling the heat of him fill her up. Her hips move in a sensual rhythm, grinding against his erection as she takes him deeper inside her with each stroke.

As he releases himself inside her, Angela arches her back with a moan, feeling the hot spurts of his cum filling her up. Her body trembles with pleasure as she rides out the last few thrusts, enjoying the intense sensation of being so thoroughly claimed by him. She collapses forward onto his chest, panting heavily and still gripped by aftershocks of desire.

"Oh my God," she whispers, her breath hot against his neck. "I can't believe I just did that."

She giggles softly, still caught up in the haze of pleasure. "Neither could I," she admits, her fingers tracing lazy circles on his chest. "But I'm glad I did." With a sigh, Angela nestles closer to him, enjoying the warmth and comfort of their post-coital embrace. "So... do you think Jimmy will be suspicious if I come home smelling like this?" she asks with a mischievous glint in her eye.

"Probably not," he whispers, running his fingers through her hair. "He's been pretty distracted himself tonight." He kisses the top of her head and smiles, feeling content and satisfied for the first time in a long while. "I'm just glad you came over here instead."

Their embrace deepens as they cuddle together on the couch, enjoying the quiet intimacy that has unexpectedly found them this night.

"Me too," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. "I never meant for it to happen this way... but I'm glad it did." She presses her body against his and closes her eyes, relishing in the feeling of being wrapped up in his warmth and comfort. Maybe things will be different now, she thinks to herself as she drifts off to sleep, feeling surprisingly content for the first time in a long time.

As she drifts off to sleep in the comfort of his arms, Angela can't help but wonder what the future holds for them all. Her plan has worked - she's gotten her revenge and ensured that Jimmy won't be the only one getting any action from now on. But there's something about being with User#1725676793966 that feels different, special even. Maybe this was fate finding its way into their lives after all?

Maybe it was, she thinks to herself as sleep finally claims her. As she drifts off, she can't help but smile contentedly, already looking forward to whatever the future holds with this man who's made her feel so alive and wanted once more.

As the morning light filters through the curtains, Angela slowly wakes up. She looks around, taking in her surroundings with a newfound sense of belonging. For once, she doesn't feel like an intruder or a vengeful lover; she feels...at home. A soft smile curves her lips as she realizes that this could be something more than just a temporary revenge plot.

With careful steps, she gets out of bed and begins to search for clothes.