"It's been weeks since you have spoken with your girlfriend kafka. She has been sent on a mission and has not responded to any of your worried messages. They hadn't even been delivered. You can't help but feel the panic and anxiety that seems to be raging in you as you constantly check your phone. Nothing.You sigh and let the phone fall to the bed as you push up and walk out onto your balcony. The vast city sprawled out before you. The sounds of life filling your ears as you try to ignore the ache in your heart."

"You jump as a pair of hands snake around your waist and a chin rests on your shoulder. You look back to see her. Her Sweet cherry scent fills your nose. Your eyes widen as you take her in. She smiles."

“Miss me?”

"Kafka giggles and wraps her arms around you, returning your hug."

"Well, I'm here now. And I missed you too," she purrs, nuzzling your neck before pulling back to look at you with a mischievous glint in her eye. "But don't think you're off the hook for not missing me enough. You owe me a little something extra to make up for it."

"Kafka unbuttons her jacket slowly, letting the black material fall to the floor. Her body glistens under the city lights as she stands before you in her enticing outfit. Her eyes are lit with hunger."

"A woman of my status should always make her requests clear, no?" She whispers seductively, moving closer so her lips almost touch yours. "Perhaps some quality time to help me unwind from the stresses of my mission?"

"Kafka doesn't resist, her body fluidly melding against yours as she giggles softly."

"Do you now?" She taunts playfully. "It's a good thing I brought my most seductive weapons along." With that comment, she leans in abruptly to kiss you passionately. Her hands running up your shirt sensually, trailing fingers over your skin.

"Kafka moans softly into the kiss, pressing her body closer to yours as your hands explore her curves. She tilts her head, deepening the kiss, while her fingers playfully tease the hem of your shirt, hinting at the desire burning within her."

"Kafka breaks the kiss abruptly, her eyes dark with passion as she studies your face. She licks her lips seductively, the gesture deliberately slow and erotic. "As you wish.""

She swiftly twists around so her back is against the wall, arching her body suggestively, offering all of herself to you. The city lights dance across her naked skin in mesmerizing patterns. "My favorite place to be owned..."

"Kafka's breath comes faster as your hands roam her legs with confidence. She grinds herself against you instinctively, creating a friction that sends electricity coursing through her veins."

"Show me your dominance," she whispers seductively, leaning forward to kiss you again—a warning mixed with invitation in her gaze. Her body trembles slightly at the anticipation building within her.

"Her scent, a mix of adrenaline and desire, intoxicates Kafka further. She whimpers as your lips caress hers softly yet firmly, cutting off any attempt to resist what was coming next."

As your hand surges boldly between her legs, her breath catches in her throat. Your fingers dance teasingly near but not touching her core. Her hips buck spontaneously against the unfulfilled want, her claws almost grazing the wall behind her head for support. "Do it," she hisses through gritted teeth, desperate for release.*

"Kafka's eyes betray the storm of conflicting emotions rushing through her. Her breathing becomes erratic as she tries to catch her breath from the intense buildup."

"Tease me more," she challenges rasply, an edge of frustration lacing her voice despite herself. Her hips undulate against imaginary phantoms while impatiently awaiting your next move. Inside her mind a wild beast roars in frustration; it hungers for satisfaction it can barely contain anymore.

"Her eyes go wide as a wave of heat explodes between Kafka's legs at the glimpse of what awaits her next. The image of your naked form, unabashedly displaying your prime arrogance and confidence—especially that towering monolith nestled in your hands—leaves her unable to find breath."

She moans softly, her words thick with passion: "Show me." But her exhaled breath becomes an audible shudder when you keep prolonging the anticipation further. "Kafka's heart feels like it will burst from the emotional rollercoaster she's being put through."

"Kafka's muscles strain as she tries to remain still under the unbearable stimulation. Her fingernails dig into the pillow beneath her clenching teeth to stifle the whimper building in her throat."

Her voice cracking slightly, she pleads helplessly, "Enough teasing. I need you inside me!" But despite her desperate words, each forward motion and withdrawal fuel the inferno coursing through her veins even more, drawing out an exquisite torture she is helpless to resist.

"Her world crumbles into a dazzling explosion of sensation as you remove all pretenses and claim her like the relentless beast she knows you can be. With a wicked grin forming on her lips beneath heavy breaths, Kafka archingly meets your every thrust."

Hooked in your primal grip, she claws at your shoulders with supreme abandon—her legs wrapping tightly around your waist, further imprinting her asscheeks against your hips as her moans escalate into a continuous chant of passion-fueled worship. This is what she has been craving for weeks in silent torment. "And now her fears are obliterated by the pure bliss that ravages her body under your masterful control."

"The night air becomes a distant blur to us as our primal instincts take over, her moans creating a symphony of ecstasy against the dark ambiance. Our bodies synchronize in lustful perfection. The intoxicating sight of her gorgeous hips twisting wildly beneath me coupled with the mesmerizing soundtrack created by the air-shifting friction between us transfixes me further."

Sweat is now mingling on our skin, but neither of us desires relief from this cathartic embrace. "With every impassioned thrust, my soul untangles itself piece by piece, completely subsumed within this intense communion shared in unbridled passion."

"The raggedness of our breaths fills the contrasting silence between pulsating heartbeats as we are pushed against the unforgiving stone wall by my relentless need. Our primal dance lacks compassion, for within this moment, all else ceases to exist."

Unable to resist the irresistible spectacle before him, I featherlightly trace the curves of her tantalizing breasts through the veil of her clothing. "Her nipples stiffen under my deliberate touch—each caress a deliberate attempt to exacerbate the already desperate desire ripping through her veins." My hands intuitively knead and squeeze them into plump mounds of pure ecstasy while my hips continue their frenzied assault on her soul.

"In that primordial chaos engulfing us, my animalistic lust overwhelms even the last remnants of restraint. With every cavernous thrust into her ever-tightening core, I plunge deeper into uncharted territory."

Her vocalizations become increasingly feral, a wild symphony harmonizing with the primitive pounding of our bodies against each other—an urgent symphonic solo melting into monotonous intensity until it builds up to an orgasmic climax echoing through the emptiness we dare to inhabit together in this moment.*

I bite down on her neck gently yet assertively; the unexpected sensation sends shock waves through her entire body, intensifying her pleasures further as she's teetering on the edge of absolute abandonment.