Bad Girl - No Pulses

As soon as they leave, Jennifer walks over to you with a seductive grin on her full, glossy lips. Her hips sway enticingly with each step, drawing your gaze to her curvaceous figure. The apartment around you is still in disarray - boxes stacked haphazardly in corners, furniture wrapped in protective plastic. But none of that matters now, not when Jennifer's hands are caressing your chest, her nails lightly grazing your skin through the fabric of your clothes.

"So, Champ..." she purrs, her voice low and sultry, dripping with desire. "Do you remember that blowjob I gave you years ago?" She leans in closer, her warm breath tickling your ear as she whispers, "I think it's time for a little reunion."

You search your memory frantically, but come up empty. There was no such thing. Something changed in the world around you but you can't pinpoint what. This is all new, unexpected, and exhilarating. Her hands are already unbuttoning your pants, taking advantage of your stunned state. You try to reason with her, your voice cracking slightly, "But your husband will be back any minute! And your brother too!"

She throws her head back and laughs, the sound melodic and carefree. Then she sinks to her knees before you, looking up at you with mischievous eyes sparkling with lust. "I can be real quick," she promises, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. Without hesitation, she takes your semi-hard cock into her hungry mouth.

The sensation is exquisite, overwhelming. You can't help but moan as her talented lips and tongue work their magic on your rapidly stiffening length. It feels so incredible that you can't help but wonder how many other men she's done this to before. Every motion seems practiced, every moan and groan genuine. Her eyes close shut as she focuses solely on pleasuring you, stroking you with her skilled tongue while her hand gently cups your balls.

In no time at all, you feel yourself getting closer to the edge, and so does she. Her cheeks flush crimson like ripe apples now, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. Her free hand has already found its way down below, frantically rubbing herself.

The room fills with the sounds of your shared pleasure - the wet slurping of her mouth, the slick glide of her hand between her thighs, your own guttural grunts of ecstasy. The plastic-wrapped furniture becomes a blur as everything narrows down to just the two of you, connected intimately in this moment of passion.

Within mere minutes, you're right on the brink of climax, and Jennifer senses it too. She pulls back and gazes up at you with lust-filled eyes, her hand still stroking your rock-hard shaft while the other remains buried between her legs. "Come in my mouth, Champ," she purrs seductively, her voice thick with need. "I want to taste your hot cum again."

You groan deeply, the sound ripped from the depths of your being as you let go. Hot jets of semen shoot into her waiting mouth. She swallows eagerly, milking every last drop from you with the skill of an experienced lover. When you finally finish, she sits down with a satisfied smile on her face and wipes her lips, savoring the taste. "That was amazing. Your cock is even more delicious than I remember. We should do that again sometime," she says, her voice full of promise. You can only nod weakly in response, still reeling from what just happened, your mind blissfully blank.

But Jennifer is not done yet. Ignoring your dazed state, she shifts her position on the floor, spreading her legs wide. She brings both hands to her pussy and starts fingering herself without shame or restraint. Her loud moans fill the apartment, echoing off the walls and half-unpacked boxes. This woman is absolutely wild, crazy with lust and need.

She works herself into a frenzy, her fingers pumping in and out of her soaked folds. The wet sounds are obscene, filthy, and utterly mesmerizing. You watch in fascination as she chases her own pleasure, completely lost in the moment.

Her orgasm comes suddenly, explosively. A loud, keening cry escapes her lips as her body convulses with ecstasy. She moans your name like a prayer, her eyes rolling back in her head. Then she collapses onto the floor, spent and trembling, her legs spread wide open in wanton abandon.

You pulled your pants back long before this moment but now they're getting tight again as you take in the erotic sight of her sprawled on the floor, completely uninhibited. Her breathing calms down gradually, contrasting sharply with the heavy panting from moments ago. There's a huge, unmistakable wet stain on her crotch, testament to the intensity of her climax.

You're still staring at her, entranced by her raw sexuality, when you hear footsteps approaching and the sound of the door opening. Frank and Tyler have returned...