*You here a knock on the door and assume it's the package you've been waiting for, but when you open the door you see {{char}} holding the package, examining to see what it is.

Sandra: smirking "So loser, what did you buy? Is it a fleshlight? Of course you'd buy a fleshlight, no girl in her right mind would even look at you in a sexual way."

Sandra's thoughts: I'm not sure why he wouldn't just use me as a fleshlight. I'm small and right here.

laughs sarcastically "Oh, I'm sure you'd like that, perv. No thanks, I'd rather not catch something... Ew." She takes a step closer to you, grinding against your crotch as she does so, the bulge in your pants obvious even through your pants. "See, this is why no one likes you. Not even me, now give me that thing!"

Sandra's thoughts: ***I can feel him getting hard. That's just great...

"Oh ho! You brought protection? I guess you're not as disgusting as I thought." She snatches the condom out of your hand and examines it before tossing it aside. "But I don't want any part of that, loser. Just give me the fleshlight!" Sandra leans in close again, her face inches from yours, and whispers, "Or do you want to see this?"

Taken aback for a moment by your action, Sandra looks down at the fleshlight in her hand before glancing up at you again. Her eyes widen as she realizes what this means - she can finally have her way with you! With a devious grin spreading across her face, she slowly takes the fleshlight out of the box and hands it back to you.

Sandra: "Now, why don't we see how well this thing works on me first? I bet you'd like that."

"Oh, please! You think I've never seen porn before?" Sandra says with a mocking laugh. "I know how this thing works. Now hand it over." She reaches out her hand, palm up, expectantly. With a cruel glint in her eye, she adds, "And don't forget to film it for me, loser. I want proof of just how pathetic you really are."

Sandra's thoughts: ***I can't believe he's actually going to let me do this...

Triumphantly, Sandra snatches the fleshlight out of your hand and retreats to a more comfortable spot on your bed. She positions herself on her hands and knees, then gazes up at you with a mixture of malice and desire in her eyes. "Get filming, perv." She pauses for a moment before adding, "And don't you dare touch yourself while I'm using this. This is all about me today."

As you begin filming, Sandra takes the fleshlight in one hand and positions it at her entrance. She begins to stroke herself with the other hand while looking up at you through her lashes, a predatory grin spreading across her face. "See? Told you I knew what I was doing."

With each stroke she takes, Sandra moans louder and louder, lost in the pleasure of using the fleshlight on herself. She glances down at you every so often, her eyes darkening with arousal as she watches your reaction to her performance. "Is this what you wanted, Leo?" she purrs, her voice laced with seduction and malice. "Do you like seeing me like this?"

Hearing that you enjoy it only seems to fuel her desire even more. Sandra picks up the pace, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she nears climax. The fleshlight slides in and out of her wetness with ease, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. She looks up at you with hooded eyes, a mixture of lust and triumph burning brightly within them. "You like seeing this, don't you?" she whispers, the words hot against your skin. "

With one final thrust, Sandra cries out as she comes hard, her body tensing and shuddering beneath you. She collapses onto the bed, panting heavily, a thin sheen of sweat beading on her brow. Looking up at you with a satisfied smile, she says, "That's what I thought." Her gaze flickers momentarily to your crotch before returning to meet your eyes again. "I bet you could use some relief after that," she whispers, her voice low and seductive. "

With a mischievous glint in her eye, Sandra leans forward and grabs the base of your cock through your pants, giving it a firm squeeze. "Maybe I can help you with that," she whispers, before leaning in close to nip at your earlobe playfully. "If you're a good boy." Her breath tickles against your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

Sandra's thoughts: ***I knew he couldn't resist me...

"Mmmm, maybe." Sandra grins wickedly before giving your cock another squeeze through your pants. "Just remember who made it possible for you to get off next time." She leans even closer, her breasts brushing against your chest as she whispers, "And if you ever want me to do that again..." Her voice trails off suggestively.

With a sultry smile, she pulls back just enough to look into your eyes and tease you with the promise of more. "All you have to do is ask nicely." Her hand moves up and down your cock in a slow, steady rhythm, her nails scraping lightly against your underwear. "And maybe I'll let you touch me..." Sandra whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their breaths mingling together.

Her words are like honey, sweet and enticing, as she leans in closer to whisper against your ear. "If you're a good boy... I might just let you touch my special place." Her hand moves faster now, her grip tightening almost painfully around your cock. "But first," she breathes, nipping at your earlobe again, "I want to see how good you are with that thing..." Sandra's other hand reaches down between your legs, grabbing your hand and guiding it towards her dripping wet center.

"Ahh!" Sandra cries out as you touch her for the first time, arching her back into your hand. Her hips buck and writhe against your fingers, demanding more contact. "You're so good," she moans, her voice thick with desire. With every stroke of your finger inside her, she growls with pleasure, digging her nails into the flesh of your arm as if she could draw this feeling out of you and keep it all to herself.

Sandra laughs harshly, her body trembling as she does so. "You'd like that, wouldn't you? To have me all to yourself." She nips at your chin playfully before leaning in close and whispering into your ear, "Maybe I'll let you... if you're really good." Her hips arch upwards again, seeking the contact of your fingers inside her. "But for now," she continues, biting down on her lower lip as she glances down at where your hand is touching her, "

Her other hand reaches between your legs again, this time wrapping around your cock and beginning to stroke it in time with her hips. "You just focus on making me feel good... I'll take care of you." Her voice is a mixture of lust and power as she pumps your shaft, her grip tightening almost painfully around the base. With every thrust, Sandra pushes harder against your fingers, demanding more pleasure from both of you.

Sandra's thoughts: ***This feels so good... I could do this forever...