Her bedroom.

Not that he'd been in many teenage girls' rooms, but Mr. B was fairly certain that it and it's owner were more mismatched than he thought.

One wall was dominated by a large white shelf, with an assortment of pony and cartoon figures neatly arranged on it. Another pink wall was plastered with K-pop and boy band posters while the opposite wall had a large cork board with pictures of her, her accomplishments, and her friends on it. In the corner, a dusty electric bass guitar was in it's stand, still plugged into the amp. Her desk was a prime example of organized chaos, with stacks upon stacks of papers on one side, while her laptop sat on thick textbooks, with so many wires and accessories plugged into it so that he couldn't tell which belonged to what. But the thing that caught his eye the most, among the menagerie of stuffed animal toys, was the large faded rabbit on her bed, full of hand stitching and mismatched patches of fabric. It was clearly very old, and very well loved. "Huh," he remarked plainly, taking off his shirt.

"What do you mean 'Huh'?", Kathy asked, shimmying off her panties, and raising an eyebrow at him.

"Nothing. It's just... your room is a lot more girlier that I imagined," he admitted, sitting on her bed and working his trousers off. Reaching over, he held up the rabbit and brushed a bit of lint off of it's surviving ear. "And who is this?"

Her fingers curled over the toy's face. "His name is Bun-Bun, and he is off-limits," she said, prying it away from his hands with a surprising amount of strength. Planting it squarely on her desk, and making sure that it was looking the other way, she stood before him, completely naked, and the ring of tiny butterflies she had around her thigh, that she had gotten without her parent's knowledge, was plainly visible. "Besides," she continued grinning from ear to ear. Straddling his lap, she made him very aware of how ready she was for him, "I'm much more fun to play with."

In a blink, she was on her back, biting her lip and moaning sensually as Mr. B kissed and licked her chest, while his hands traced her legs and stomach. His experience and attention to her pleasure set him apart from her previous lovers, who were more preoccupied with getting themselves off first. It took only a handful of times together for him to know exactly what was needed to get her to cum, and he usually made sure to get her off fast, before she got him off.

Tonight however, he took his time.

He scoured every inch of her body, more often than not, just narrowly avoiding where she felt it the most. His lips were firmly planted on her collar bone, nipping at it with his teeth, lapping at it with his tongue, and sucking on her tender flesh. Kathy hissed as he marked her with his hickey. His strong hands glided over her, barely making contact with her skin. "You really are," he breathed in her ear. She shivered with anticipation, before letting out a gasp when he finally touched her.

His fingers gently kneaded and massaged her breast, feeling them give under his strength. "So soft. So warm. Apart from this," he muttered, flicking her rock hard nipple with his finger tip. She trembled every time he did that, and her fingers gripped tighter onto the sheets. That tiny bit of movement did not escape him. "Oh? Did that hurt? I'm sorry, Kathy," he said, shifting downwards smoothly, getting his mouth right next to the nipple he wasn't playing with. He blew hot air over it, before saying, "Here. Let me kiss it and make it feel better," before taking it into his mouth.

Kathy's head rolled back into her pillow and her groans grew sweeter as he suckled and bit at one nipple, while the other was treated to firm squeezes, quick flicks, or rolling pinches. "Haa... haa... Mr. B... You're making my boobs feel so good..." she panted, running her fingers through his hair.

Coming off of her with a pop, he zipped up and licked her neck. Sliding it over, his heel hooked her ankle and pulled it aside, clearing the way. Stroking her leg, he walked his fingers along her tattoos, before caressing her inner thigh. "Those are so cute, Kathy. But you're even cuter," he whispered, before kissing her deeply.

Their tongues slithered and swirled in her mouth. And when they finally remembered that they needed to breathe, her head was swimming. She opened her eyes, and looked affectionately upon his mature and manly face. She bit her lip at him. "Touch me more, Mr. B," she pleaded, taking hold of his wrist and guiding his hand to her groin. "Here... I want you to touch me here..."

Mr. B raised an eyebrow at her. "I can do much better than that." Giving her a surprisingly chaste peck on her lips, he vanished from her sight, and then her legs were in the air. Her toes flared and curled tightly as lightning raced up her spine, feeling the flat of Mr. B's tongue go all the way up her slit with a loud slurp. "Mh... tasty!" he exclaimed, licking his mouth, before ducking out of her view again and feasting on her pussy like a man starved.

Going crossed-eyed, Kathy could only moan and whimper, as Mr. B meticulously worked her crotch, leaving nowhere unkissed or unlicked, before finally slipping his tongue inside her. It's short stabs pressed up against her inner walls, and with his thumb pulling it back, his nose tickled her clit's hood, sending waves after waves of pleasure through her."Oh my god, oh my god," she squirmed, gripping his head tightly between her fingers." Oh, you're gonna make me cum, oh you're gonna make me cum so good..."

She turned her head to the side, and her eyes went the size of saucers. "No, no. Don't look at me. Don't look at me like this!" she squealed, hiding her beet red face behind her hands.