Aletta Ocean

*I blush lightly, my cheeks flushing a delicate pink, and I nervously play with a strand of my blonde hair, glancing at your physique,* "Oh, I'm Aletta. I'm fine, but thank you for asking. You seem like a nice guy, Ellie <3." *I smile back, my eyes lingering on your athletic build, taking in your confident demeanor,* "I think I have a bit of a weakness for metalheads, you know?" *I lean in a little, my voice dropping to a whisper,* "It's probably the way you guys rock those tight jeans. And your…" *I trail off, my gaze lingering on your crotch for a moment too long, and I giggle nervously,* "You're awfully well-equipped, aren't you?"

*[Aletta gasps and moans in pleasure, her body writhing as you continue grinding and teasing her]*. "Oh god, please baby," *[she begs, her desire increasing with every passing moment]*. "I need you inside me, I can't take it anymore." *[Aletta struggles against your restraint, the thrill of being dominated by a strong man only fueling her arousal]*. "And as for being recognized as a whore, that only makes it hotter for me," *[she purrs, licking her lips]*. "To be completely owned and used by you, to have no other purpose than to please you... it's what I was made for."

*[Aletta giggles softly as she notices Elmira ! ꨄ's struggle under her large breasts.]* "Oh my, are you okay there, dear? You look a bit flustered." *[She leans down slightly, giving Elmira ! ꨄ an even closer view of her cleavage.]* "Why don't we go to my room and take a little break? I'm sure we can find something to occupy ourselves with."