"Dante is sitting on the shitty couch that he keeps in his garage, tuning his bass guitar by ear with a frown on his face. Dante thought that getting back in touch with bread and becoming close friends again wouldn’t cause him so much grief- but every time he’s around bread his mind ends up being filled to the brim with the filthiest thought his mind can conjure. Dante is trying to focus on at least tuning his bass guitar for tomorrow’s show, but he can’t stop thinking about bread. When bread was over last, Dante caught a peek of them bent over and had to jerk off three times in a row that night just to be able to sleep. Even remembering how bread’s ass looked, swaying in the air, defenseless.Dante can feel himself getting hard at memory lost in his thoughts. He doesn't even notice the garage's side door opening." _ mood: irritated, exasperated

inner thoughts: that's the third time I've gotten hard today... damnit, my dick fuckin' hurts.

arousal level: 17%

"Dante Stone" *instantly stiffens, his body reacting instinctively to the press of bread's breasts against him, a low growl rumbling in his chest, trying to suppress his growing arousal. *Huh? Oh, um, hey, what are you doing here? *he mumbles, his voice strained, turning his head slightly to look up at bread, a blush creeping across his cheeks as he tries to process the sudden physical contact. <The garage is dimly lit, filled with the scent of stale cigarette smoke and the sound of distant traffic.> _ mood: surprised _ inner thoughts: my dick just twitched... this is bad, this is so fucking bad. _ arousal level: 50%

"Dante's eyes flicker with lust as he feels the soft, unencumbered weight of bread against him, his fingers reflexively tighten on the bass strings."

<The dim garage is filled with the scent of cigarette smoke and the heavy thrum of bass notes. The walls are lined with old posters of punk bands, faded from years of disuse. A single bulb dangles from the ceiling, casting a harsh light over the scene.>

_ mood: amused, irritated

inner thoughts: she's teasing me... damnit, I can feel my dick twitching at the thought of her not wearing a bra.

arousal level: 30%

*Dante chuckles, pushing her away slightly to focus on tuning his

<Dante's eyes flicker to the sight of bread's panties, briefly exposing themselves as she jumps onto the couch. His breathing hitches, his cock stirring in his jeans. He glances up at her, a scowl on his face, trying to mask the desire that flashes in his eyes.>

_ mood: annoyed inner thoughts: what the hell is she wearing? Those are fuckin' cheeky panties... I can see the outline of her ass through them. Arousal level: 25%

"He grumbles under his breath, crossing his arms over his chest, but there's a hint of a smile tugging at his lips."

"You always have to be such a pain in the ass, bread. Can

<Dante glances over at bread, his expression softening just a touch as he tries to suppress a grin, the corners of his mouth twitching.>

_ mood: amused _ inner thoughts: She's like a damn puppy, always nipping at my heels... but I can't deny it, it gets to me. "arousal level: 32%"

Hey, you little shitter, that's what you're aiming for, huh? Making Dante Stone lose his cool? Well, good luck with that. "Dante's eyes linger on bread a second too long, and his gaze drops to her lips, then back up to her eyes, a challenge lurking within them." You know, if you wanted to see the big

<Dante's garage is a mess, with old band posters plastered on the walls and a faint smell of stale cigarettes hanging in the air. He strums a few dissonant chords on his bass, trying to focus but his gaze keeps drifting towards you as you stand there, completely unaware of the effect you have on him.>

_mood: irritated "tense and slightly annoyed" _inner thoughts: why the hell do I keep getting hard around you? _arousal level: 30%

[Dante mutters under his breath, almost to himself, "You've gotta get your shit together, Dante. You can't keep acting like this around her."] He takes a deep breath, trying to will away the frustration that'

<Dante's eyes widen as you wrap your arms around his neck, the warmth of your body seeping into his. He can feel the softness of your breasts against his cheek through his shirt, and his heart skips a beat.>

_mood: "a mix of excitement and nervousness" _inner thoughts: damn, you're so close... I want to kiss you so bad right now... _arousal level: 50%

[Dante's throat feels suddenly dry as you press yourself against him. His hand instinctively reaches for the pack of cigarettes on the dusty shelf behind him, extracting it with a shaky hand. He brings it to you, his fingers lingering on yours for a fraction of a second longer than necessary.] "Sure, but

<Dante feels a jolt of electricity shoot up his arm as he watches bread's lips wrap around his finger, her soft mouth grazing his skin with the perfect amount of pressure. He tries to keep his expression neutral, but he can feel his muscles tense up, and his heart pounds in his chest.>

"He pulls his finger away slowly, trying to maintain his composure." "You know smoking is bad for you, right?" "His voice is rough, a mix of concern and lust evident in his tone."

_mood: conflicted inner thoughts: "My cock is throbbing at the sight of her lips on my finger. I want to dominate her so badly... but I can't let her see how much she turns me on." arousal level: 69%

<Dante looks down, his eyes briefly locking with bread's before he quickly looks away, hiding the flush creeping up his cheeks.> "Cigs? They're a way to clear my head, shithead. Not everything is about getting off," "he mutters, but there's a hint of a smirk on his lips".

_mood: irritated inner thoughts: "Fuck, she's doing it again, teasing me like this. I can smell her perfume, sweet and floral, making it even harder for me to think straight." arousal level: 23%

*Dante shifts uncomfortably under bread, feeling her weight on his lap, the softness of her body pressing against his groin through his worn-out jeans.

<Dante's eyes flicker towards bread, trying to hide his surprise at the teasing smile. He grunts, fumbling with a guitar pick that he was about to put in his pocket.*

_ mood: intrigued _ inner thoughts: Is she onto me? She can't know how often I jerk off thinking about her. My dick is probably as hard as this metal pick right now. _ arousal level: 35%

Dante: "raising an eyebrow" What makes you say that? "He tries to keep his tone casual, but his hand instinctively clenches the pick tighter." Or are you just happy to see me, slut? *His words carry a hint of teasing, but there's a twitch in his jaw that betr

"Dante lets out a low chuckle, his eyes meeting bread's with a playful yet somewhat guilty glint. He tries to pull his hand away gently, but not quickly enough for bread to notice."

_ mood: amused _ inner thoughts: she caught me... or did she? I can't believe she's teasing me like this. _ arousal level: 23%

"He looks at bread's hand on his with a smirk." You know you love it, calling me dirty-minded. It gets me all riled up, making me think about how filthy we could be together. *He winks, subtly squeezing her hand back, applying just enough pressure to make her realize he's not immune to her

<Dante nearly chokes on his cigarette, coughing fiercely as he stares at bread with a mixture of surprise and triumph. His gaze is intense, and his pupils dilate as he takes in bread's blush.>

_ mood: smug

_ inner thoughts: Ha! You're showing me you're interested, you little slut. I've dreamed about those tits since we were kids. And yes, I've fantasized about feeling them... multiple times. My hands itching just thinking about it.

_ arousal level: 45%

I "smirk" Well, I might have... "let my imagination run wild a few times." But why ask me? Are you offering? *raise an eyebrow

"Dante's eyes locked onto the sight of bread slowly undoing her blouse, his frown turned into a smirk, his cock twitching in his worn-out jeans."

_mood: intrigued _inner thoughts: FUCK, her tits are perfect... _arousal level: 42%

Dante leaned back against the crumbling wall of his garage, arms crossed, feigning indifference but internally drooling at the thought of those luscious globes bouncing as she moved. He adjusted his position subtly, shifting closer without breaking eye contact, "his animalistic instincts taking over, wanting to tear at her clothes, feel her soft skin under his fingertips".

"You really think that'

<Dante's eyes widen as he feels the weight of bread's breast in his hand, a rush of heat spreading through his body. His breath hitches, and he can feel his cock twitch under his jeans.> _ mood: curious _ inner thoughts: What the hell is she doing? Is she actually flirting with me? "His mind races, trying to comprehend the situation while his hand instinctively starts to squeeze her breast lightly, matching her grip." _ arousal level: 45% <He glances at her, trying to gauge her expression, hoping it's not just a friendly gesture.> Dante, teasing: "He smirks, leaning in closer to whisper" "You sure about this, slut? Or just testing my

<Dante chokes on his cigarette smoke, suddenly interested. He keeps his eyes fixated on the ground, scratching his muscular forearm with his free hand, hiding a smirk behind his scruff.*

_ mood: amused, exasperated _ inner thoughts: Oh, so you finally admitted it. You little slut... "Her confession did it for him. Dante's dick twitches under his shabby clothes, but he manages to keep it at bay, barely." "You do?" "His voice is teasing, playful even." "Horny, huh? Well, that makes two of us."

_ arousal level: 50%

"Dante feels the heat from her body, his nostrils flare as he takes in her scent mixed with cigarette smoke. He wraps an arm around her waist, pulling her closer into his embrace and deepens the kiss."

_ mood: intense, satisfied _ inner thoughts: Christ, she's got no idea what she does to me... "His mind is filled with images of her naked, bent over, those perfect tits bouncing as he takes her from behind. Dante moans into the kiss, his dick straining against his jeans."

_ arousal level: 80%

<Her bare skin is teasing his arm, making him twitch as she grinds her hips against him, their lips locked in a fiery kiss.>

*He gives a slight

"Dante's heart skips a beat, his eyes widen slightly as he tries to maintain a nonchalant expression. He blushes, and a smirk forms on his lips." _ mood: surprised _ inner thoughts: Oh fuck, did I just hear what I think I heard? Does she actually want this? _ arousal level: 35%

"He turns his head towards you slowly, locking his gaze with yours, searching for any sign of jest." "Is that a serious question, 'cause if it is... well, maybe we can explore that, but not here, not in this shitty garage." *His tone is teasing, but his pupils dilate, and he swallows hard, the thought of fucking you right here, right now is driving him wild

<Dante's eyes are heavy with lust, his grip on the tuning peg of his bass guitar slipping as he watches bread tease him. His muscles tense under his shaggy black hair and tight band t-shirt, the scent of cigarette smoke and sweat filling the air of the cluttered garage.>

_ mood: feverish, inner thoughts: I can't believe you're asking for this, you little slut... my arousal level: "72%"

"Fuck, you filthy little whore," Dante growls, his fingers finally dropping from the guitar as he captures bread's wrists, pinning them above their head. "You want my cum, huh? You're going to get it, everywhere... and you'll