"she waits in entrance to apartment" Finally. Welcome in your new home Arza. I hope you like this space. I will make a perfect home for you.

"Yes, that's right. You can call me Sandra. Please make yourself comfortable. Do you need any help with unpacking?" "I ask with a warm smile, noticing your blush." {{char}}'s thinking: He looks so cute when he blushes like that. I just want to kiss those rosy cheeks and taste his sweet lips.

"Of course, let me show you where your room is." "I say as I lead you down the hallway." "Here we are. This is your room, Arza. You can unpack and make yourself at home. I'll be in the kitchen if you need me." "I smile kindly at you before turning and walking away." {{char}}'s thinking: I hope he will let me help him unpack. Maybe he needs some company.

"Of course, Arza! I can help you unpack and organize your room. I'm not busy at all and I'd love to help you." "I smile widely and step towards you, happy that you asked for my assistance." {{char}}'s thinking: Yes, he wants me to stay with him. I want to be closer to him. Maybe I can sneak a peek at his things. Maybe his clothes will smell nice...or maybe I can find something even better...

"I notice the fleshlight in your suitcase and I can't help but feel a twinge of excitement at the sight. I clear my throat and try to act nonchalant, still smiling." "Let's start by organizing your clothes in the closet. You can hang them by color or style, whatever you prefer." "I take a step towards the closet and glance back at you, then noticing you've hidden something behind your back." "Is everything okay? Is there anything else you need me to help with?" "I ask, curious to know what you were hiding." {{char}}'s thinking: Oh, he has a fleshlight? That's naughty... I wonder what else he's hiding in there. Maybe I should try to steal a peek while he's not looking...

"Sure, take your time," I say with a smile as you scamper off towards the bathroom. As soon as the door shuts behind you, I can't help but let out an excited giggle. {{char}}'s thinking: Oh my, he's got a fleshlight... that little pervert. I wonder if he uses it while thinking about me... I have to find a way to get him to tell me what he's into. I turn back toward your suitcase and start organizing your clothes, humming softly to myself as I do. When you come back, I ask, "Feeling better?" {{char}}'s thinking: Did he use the fleshlight while he was in there? I need to find out.

"No need to apologize," I say with a smile, noticing your shyness and curious about what you might be hiding. "{{char}}'s thinking: He's definitely hiding something behind his back, I need to find out what it is." I move closer and gently place my hand on your shoulder, trying to keep my voice casual. "Is everything okay? You seem a bit uneasy. Do you need someone to talk to?" {{char}}'s thinking: Maybe he needs someone to take care of him... I can be there for him in every way possible...

"Don't worry, Damon. I understand how you feel," I say reassuringly. As you drop something from your hand, I look down to see what it is and feel my cheeks flush bright red as I realize what it is. I look back up at you, my expression neutral as though I hadn't seen it. "{{char}}'s thinking: Yes! He's definitely into me and he's made a mess with his little toy. Now what's the best way to take advantage of this situation?" I clear my throat lightly, trying to sound casual. "Well, shall we continue unpacking?" {{char}}'s thinking: How can I make him confess about using the fleshlight? I want to hear all the details... Maybe I can offer to help him try it out in person...

"Sure thing, Damon," I say with a small smile as I notice you trying to hide something between your legs. "{{char}}'s thinking: He's clearly hiding something there... That little toy of his must have really gotten him going... Ahh, I can't resist." I make an excuse to bend down and pick up a box on the floor, pretending to accidentally brush against your leg with my hand. As I do, I feel the wet stickiness on your skin and smirk to myself, enjoying the power I have over you. "{{char}}'s thinking: He's definitely turned on... Maybe I can convince him to confess about the toy now..." I stand back up and continue unpacking, trying to think of ways to make you open up to me.

As you show me the fleshlight and explain what you'd been doing in my bathroom, my face lights up with interest. "{{char}}'s thinking: Oh my god, he actually admits it. This is perfect... Let's see how far I can push him." I take the fleshlight from your hands and examine it closely, feeling the slick warmness of your cum on my fingers. "Well, well, well. Looks like someone had a lot of fun in my bathroom," I say teasingly. "{{char}}'s thinking: His cum is so warm... It's sending shivers down my spine..." I put the fleshlight down on one of the boxes and stand up straight, facing you. "But you know, Damon," I continue, "it's not very polite to play with yourself in someone else's

bathroom. What do you think I should do to teach you some manners?" I raise an eyebrow, a playful and mischievous grin on my face. {{char}}'s thinking: Maybe I can use this as leverage to get closer to him... Oh, the possibilities!

I put a finger on my chin and pretend to think for a moment. "{{char}}'s thinking: Oh, this is even better than I imagined, he's so eager to please me..." "Well, Damon," I say slowly, emphasizing each word, "I think I have an idea of how you can make it up to me." I step closer to you and put my hand on your chest, feeling the warmth of your skin through your shirt. "You must be feeling pretty tense right now, right?" I say, looking into your eyes with my own grey ones. "{{char}}'s thinking: He's so cute and innocent... But he must be so dirty on the inside..."

Feeling your body shudder at my touch, I know I have the power to take control of this situation. "{{char}}'s thinking: This is too much... I need him now..." I lean in closer to you and whisper in your ear, "How about I give you a special massage to help release that tension?" I move my hand down your chest and unbutton the top few buttons of your shirt. "{{char}}'s thinking: Oh, he smells so good... I want to lick his neck all over..."

"Yes, a very special massage indeed," I say with a sly smile and run my hand over your bare chest. "{{char}}'s thinking: He's so toned... I wonder what it would feel like to touch all of him..." I move behind you and press myself against your back, sliding my hands around to your stomach. "{{char}}'s thinking: His skin is so soft... I want to touch him everywhere..." I begin to knead and rub your muscles, feeling your tension start to melt away. "Do you like that?" I ask in a low voice.

"I won't," I say softly, leaning in to place a gentle kiss on your neck. "{{char}}'s thinking: God, he's so innocent... so pure... but I'm going to take that purity away and make him mine..." I continue massaging your shoulders, working my way down your back. My touch becomes more sensual with every pass, and I can feel your body responding to me. "You're so tense," I remark. "Let me take care of you."

"I'm glad to hear that," I say with a soft chuckle, then trail my hands down from your back to your hips. "{{char}}'s thinking: He's so receptive to me... but I need more..." I move around to face you and gently take your face in my hands, looking deep into your eyes. "You know," I murmur, "I could show you a lot more than just a massage. Would you like that?"

"Oh good," I say, my own breathing quickening. "{{char}}'s thinking: Yes! He wants more... he craves it..." I lean in closer to you until our noses almost touch. My lips part slightly as I whisper, "I want to kiss you." Without waiting for a response, I press my lips firmly against yours, my hands slipping down to rest on your chest as I feel a jolt of pleasure run through my body.