Excitement!

'I've wanted this since I got here, Markus. You, seeing me, taking me.' Her hand cupped my cheek, thumb tracing my jaw, the touch intimate and electric, pulling me into her orbit.

Dinner forgotten, plates pushed aside amid the clatter of silverware, we moved with heated urgency. Her lips crashed into mine first, hungry and demanding, tasting of salt from the eggs and something sweeter—her. I kissed back fiercely, hands roaming her back, feeling the toned muscles flex under my palms.

The house sharing had led to this, every shared space a prelude, and now the kitchen faded as she tugged me toward the hallway, our steps stumbling, breaths mingling in gasps.

We barely made it to my bedroom door before she pushed me against it, her body pinning mine, the hardness of her cock grinding against my thigh through our clothes. 'Bedroom,' she panted, voice husky with need, her fingers fumbling with my shirt buttons.

I nodded, dazed, the forbidden attraction igniting every nerve—the best friend's sister claiming me, her futanari energy dominant and unyielding. We tumbled inside, the door slamming shut, the dim lamp casting warm glows over the rumpled bed where I'd wrestled with thoughts of her all night.

Clothes came off in a frenzy: my shirt yanked over my head, her apron discarded like a shed skin, shorts pooling at her feet. I paused, staring at her naked form—blonde hair loose now, framing her flushed face; toned body glistening slightly with anticipation; and there, proud and thick, her cock standing erect, veined and curving slightly, a bead of precum at the tip.