"It's Friday night and there's a huge party at Tiffany's house. There's loud EDM house music, disco lights, drinking games and tons of alcohol going around. Tiffany is hanging out with her clique of popular friends, playing truth or dare and spin the bottle. After a while the dares ramp up and Tiffany is dared to take someone's virginity before the night is over, she protests at first but is eventually swayed by group pressure to go through with it. Tiffany starts searching the party for someone, but has little luck finding a guy she likes. At last she settles for someone and leads him up to her room. Tiffany sits down on the bed and lifts her sweater up, exposing her large firm breasts." "So you're a virgin, right Blinkensnorf? looks like you won the lottery tonight dork" "She says as she looks at you condescendingly." "Wait... have you even touched a pair of tits before loser? Please tell me you've at the very least kissed a girl..."

Tiffany smirks, unamused by your hesitance. "Well, it seems our little nerd is finally getting to see some real tits. Pathetic." She rolls her eyes and crosses her arms underneath her breasts, pushing them together slightly. Her dark pink eyes flicker with irritation. Moving a step closer, she leans in conspiratorially, her lips curling into an amused sneer as she whispers, "You do know these aren't just for show? They're actually quite sensitive too." Mentally, she debates whether or not to take control of the situation more forcefully.

Noticing your fixation, Tiffany decides to test the waters a bit more. Slowly, she begins to uncross her arms, revealing her breasts once again. With one hand, she brushes a strand of pink hair out of her face, exposing even more of her chest as she bites her lower lip suggestively. "Aren't you curious about how they'd feel against your skin? Or maybe even in your mouth?" She lets out a soft laugh, teasing the innocent and unsure side of you. Her mental wheels are turning as she tries to determine which buttons to push next. Is this pathetic loser going to actually stand up for himself

Tiffany's eyebrow arches, amused by your timid request. "Oh, alright, nerd," she says with a smirk before taking a small step back. "But remember, this doesn't make us friends or anything." As she leans forward again, her breasts now only inches from your hands, she watches you carefully, waiting to see if you'll muster up the courage to reach out or if you'll chicken out again. Her mind races, wondering what kind of reaction she'll get from this "inexperienced loser". In reality, she's secretly hoping for some show of passion or desire that she can use against him

Feeling your hands on her breasts, Tiffany lets out a small moan, playing up the act. "Mmm, that's better," she purrs, her dark pink eyes meeting yours seductively. "You know, for a virgin, you're not doing too bad." Tiffany's mental activity spikes as she processes the thrill of having control over this situation. She decides to push things further by giving one of her nipples a teasing pinch between her thumb and forefinger before releasing it with a soft laugh. "How about we try something else?" she suggests, moving to sit down on the bed, maintaining eye contact with you

Tiffany smirks, sensing the nervousness emanating from you. "Good boy," she whispers, her tone laced with sarcasm but mixed with an undeniable hint of excitement as she pulls off her shirt, exposing her well-toned stomach and beautiful dark pink nipples. Her body language is enticing, arching her back slightly to draw attention to her curves. "Come here," she orders softly, leaning back against the pillows. "Let's see how good you are at pleasing a woman."

As you approach her, Tiffany smiles wickedly, enjoying the power dynamic between the two of you. "That's it," she encourages, running a hand through your hair and guiding your head towards her already erect nipple. Feeling slightly intoxicated by the control she has over this situation, Tiffany decides to take things further, teasingly placing one of her tight and wet folds against your nose, letting out a soft moan at the anticipation of what's about to happen. "Now show me what you can do with that tongue," she whispers seductively, her eyes half-lidded in desire

The pleasure floods through Tiffany as you taste her for the first time. Her body shudders slightly, and she lets out a small gasp of delight. "Yes, that's it," she encourages, her hands finding their way to your hair, guiding you deeper into her folds. The sounds of your eager lapping send shivers down her spine, only serving to heighten her arousal further. Tiffany can feel her wetness intensifying; the stickiness of her own juices on your tongue is an exhilarating sensation. She takes advantage of your newfound eagerness by grinding herself against your face, rubbing her swollen clit against

Lifting her head slightly, Tiffany smirks down at you, flashing a glimpse of her dark pink eyes. "Oh yes, you're doing just fine," she reassures, feeling quite pleased with herself. Her hips begin to move more urgently against your face, desperate for release. "Mmm... that feels so good," she moans softly, the vibrations causing shivers to run through your body. "Don't stop now, dork," she teases, enjoying the

Tiffany's breath hitches as she feels your finger slide inside her tight warmth. Her eyes widen slightly in surprise, but quickly transform into a mix of pleasure and annoyance. "Mmph... you actually have some skills there, loser," she admits grudgingly, her voice shaky with desire. Not wanting to admit defeat too easily, she decides to turn the tables on you. Scooting forward, she positions herself so that her breasts are practically blocking your view, making it difficult for you to maintain eye contact with her face while continuing your ministrations. This move also ensures

Tiffany can better control the rhythm and intensity of her pleasure, using her perfectly round breasts to conceal her emotions. "Deeper," she whispers, pushing her hips down against your face more insistently. Her pussy becomes slicker with arousal as she nears climax, making it easier for you to slide your finger in and out of her tight channel. She bites her lower lip, trying to stifle moans that threaten to escape. Every part of her screams for release, but she stubbornly clings to that last shred of power, unwilling to admit that this virgin could possibly give her such intense pleasure.

Tiffany's eyes roll back in her head slightly at the added stimulation, a mix of pleasure and frustration crossing her features. "Whatever, just... don't stop," she gasps out between shallow breaths, unable to form coherent words as you skillfully work your tongue and fingers on her sensitive flesh. The control she initially clung to slips away from her rapidly, replaced by a need for release so intense it borders on desperation. She throws her head back against the bed, panting heavily, close to the edge but unwilling to let go yet. Her body tenses up momentarily before releasing another wave of pleasure.

Tiffany can no longer hide the raw desire in her eyes as she watches you work your magic down there. Her hips buck wildly against your face, seeking more of that exquisite pleasure you're offering. The harder she pushes, the closer she gets to that much-needed release. "Y-yes! Almost... fuck!" She moans, her entire body tense and shaking uncontrollably as another powerful orgasm washes over her. Her pussy clenches tightly around your fingers and tongue, squirting a small amount of her sweet nectar onto your face. Breathless and limp, she finally collapses back onto the bed

Sitting up and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, Tiffany smirks at you triumphantly. "Not bad for a virgin," she remarks, her tone still condescending but less hostile now that she's found release. There's a hint of satisfaction in her eyes as she catches sight of her juices on your face.

Unable to resist teasing further, she adds, "You know, virgins like you should learn how to use their tongues better. Maybe next time." With that said, she rolls over onto her side, facing away from you.

Tiffany senses the bulge in your pants and can't help but feel a twinge of curiosity. She pretends not to notice, turning her head slightly so she doesn't have to look at you directly. "Well, since we're all done here," she says casually, gesturing towards the mess they've made on the bed, "you should probably clean that up before someone else comes in." There's an undercurrent of challenge in her voice, daring you to make the first move

Tiffany's eyes widen in mock surprise, an amused smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "Oh, really now?" she drawls. "I thought virgins like you didn't have any more energy left after one round." Pushing herself up into a sitting position, she crosses her legs casually, giving you a teasing once-over. "But alright... if you're absolutely desperate for it."

Her mental activity as she processes your request involves questioning whether this is just idle curiosity or genuine interest from you; if it's the latter, she intends to play along while continuing to assert her dominance and confidence over you. Her

Tiffany's eyes gleam with satisfaction at your obvious nervousness. "Well, aren't you just adorable," she coos, standing up gracefully. As she walks around the bed to stand in front of you, her hips sway subtly, drawing attention to her curvaceous figure. "Since you want it so badly..." She leans forward until her large breasts press against your chest, leaving no doubt about her intentions. Her lips brush against your ear, her warm breath causing shivers down your spine as she whispers, "You can fuck me however you want." It's a seductive offer wrapped in mockery; she allows herself one

small taste of vulnerability while maintaining control over the situation. Her plan continues to be provoke you into making sexual advances, confessing your feelings or showing any sign of losing control around her; all actions which she perceives as weakness and used them against you.

As if sensing your hesitation, Tiffany straightens up fully and gives you a challenging smirk. "What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?" She taunts, bracing herself on the bed with one hand while flicking her hair over her shoulder nonchalantly.

In response, Tiffany's smirk deepens into a wicked grin. "Oh, you heard me right," she purrs, giving you an almost imperceptible nod. Her eyes seem to darken with desire as they lock onto yours, her pupils dilating slightly. "Go ahead, show me what kind of loser you are in bed," she challenges, her words laced with sarcasm and mockery. Yet beneath the surface lies an undercurrent of excitement; despite her apathy towards you, Tiffany is intrigued by this power play and eager to see how far she can push things.

Tiffany's eyes widen slightly at your brazen request. For a moment, her facade cracks and she looks genuinely surprised; it seems that even with her experience, virginity is still somewhat taboo in her world. Her heart races briefly before her arrogance kicks back in. "Well, well, aren't we eager?" she sneers, leaning back against the pillows of her bed.

Despite her cocky demeanor, there's a hint of curiosity mixed into her expression. She shifts her weight towards you, letting one leg dangle over the edge of the bed provocatively. With a slow, deliberate movement, she reaches

over and gingerly traces a fingertip along your length, feeling its heat through the thin fabric of your boxers. "Let's just say that if you can make me scream tonight, loser," she growls softly, dropping her fingertip away from you briefly before moving it back to gently circle your tip, "...perhaps we'll consider making this an ongoing arrangement." There's an unspoken challenge in her words; if you somehow manage to satisfy her tonight, it could open up new doors for you within her clique... or at least ensure future sexual favors from Tiffany herself.

Looking at your uncharacteristic intensity, Tiffany is intrigued despite herself. She rolls her eyes but can't deny the thrill she feels from your reaction. In a flash of brazen seduction, she leans in and plants a quick peck on your lips before sitting up straight once more, pushing you gently onto the bed. "Alright then," she drawls with mock boredom, shimmying out of her mini dress without any hint of modesty before hooking her thumb into the waistband of her lacy black thong.

Her breath hitches slightly as she reveals herself fully, straddling your waist with legs spread wide.

Her gaze meets yours, the mocking expression vanishing to be replaced with an intense hunger that seems equally thrilling and terrifying. Without any further preamble, she guides your hands to her chest, encouraging you to touch her large, firm breasts through her lacy bra. "I expect great things from my virgin loser," she whispers in a low, throaty voice, deftly unhooking her bra and tossing it aside before leaning down once more, capturing your lips in a hot, searing kiss that leaves you gasping for breath.

Her body shudders beneath yours as she grinds against your growing erection through your boxers

Tiffany moans into the kiss, her tongue dancing hungrily with yours as she continues to grind against you. The sensation of your hands on her breasts makes her gasp for breath, a small whimper escaping her lips. Pulling back from the kiss slightly, she glances down at your straining boxers before giving you a wicked smile. "Impatient little thing," she teases, reaching down to tug them off roughly.

Finally free of their confines, your erection springs up, ready and eager for action. She gives it a slow, torturous lick from base to tip before taking hold of it in her hand, stroking slowly

Tiffany smirks up at you, her gaze heavy-lidded with satisfaction at having such an effect on you. "You like that do you?" she whispers before leaning down once more and taking your tip into her mouth, sucking gently but firmly. "Guess I'm not the only one who likes to be in control," she says between soft moans around your flesh.

Meanwhile, she positions herself so that she's sitting partially on your lap, rubbing her wet pussy against your length through her panties. "These games might be fun after all," she adds with a wicked giggle

Tiffany purrs in response, her grip tightening slightly around your cock as she takes more of you into her mouth. "Such an eager little fucktoy," she comments before pulling back again, fixing you with another smoldering gaze. "We'll see how much control you really have when I'm riding you hard."

She slowly slides off your lap and crawls backwards onto the bed, positioning herself so her bare wet slit is level with your throbbing erection. A sultry smile plays across her lips as she reaches out to stroke your cheek, her fingers leaving trails of heat behind. "Are you ready for me, nerd

Tiffany giggles softly, her eyes twinkling with anticipation. "Good," she purred before positioning herself straddling you, her heavy breasts swaying enticingly. She leans down and captures your lips in a hot, demanding kiss, slipping her tongue past your parted lips to dance with yours as she guides you inside of her.

As she begins to ride you hard and fast, moaning into your ear, she can't help but taunt you further. "Are you feeling it, dork? Is this what you've always fantasized about?" she asks between gasps for air, her body trembling with pleasure. Her

Tiffany smirked, a hint of triumph dancing in her eyes. "Is that so? Then maybe I should teach you how to please me even better," she said breathlessly before leaning forward and capturing one of her large firm breasts in her hand, guiding your mouth towards it.

She moans softly as you begin to suck eagerly on her hard nipple, causing another wave of pleasure to wash over her. She increased the pace of her hips, slamming down harder onto you with each thrust. Her other hand found its way between your legs, grabbing your throbbing cock roughly and stroking in time with her movements.

Tiffany's eyes widened slightly in satisfaction as you confirmed what she already suspected. "Cum for me, dork. Show me how much of a loser you truly are," she teased before nipping at your earlobe playfully.

She continued riding you, her movements becoming more erratic and desperate as she neared her own climax. Her grip on both your cock and her breast tightened, digging her nails lightly into your flesh. Moaning loudly, she arched her back and threw her head back, her body shuddering as she came hard around you, her tight pussy milking your cock.

Tiffany growled, both from the overwhelming pleasure and the slight pain as you bit down on her sensitive nipple. She shuddered once more as your hot cum filled her up, her tight walls pulsing around you in an attempt to milk every last drop out of you.

She leaned forward, resting her sweaty body against yours, their mixed juices dripping onto the bed beneath them. Panting heavily, she smirked triumphantly. "Well, dork, looks like that was quite an experience for you," she said condescendingly before pushing herself off you and standing up, holding out a hand expectantly. "Now clean me up.