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AI art "Part 6 You drive me crazy" with user description "She’s been asleep for two hours now, and I can’t take my eyes off her. The orgasm left her completely drained—what an innocent little thing she is. I put my panties on her; hers were absolutely soaked. I hadn't expected her to be a squirter—what a combination. I want to introduce her to this world, but I want her to choose it of her own free will. I want her to have the choice I never had... Oh, it looks like she’s waking up; her eyes are slowly opening. She sits up wearily and rubs the sleep from her face. "Sleep well, sleepyhead?" I tease her. She looks at me groggily, and I can't help but hold up her panties so she can see them. "I put my panties on you; yours were completely soaked," I say with a smile. She blushes instantly, shame written all over her face. My expression turns serious, and the words come out harsher than I intended: "What did I tell you? YOU SHOULDN'T BE ASHAMED!" She looks at me, bewildered, as tears stream down her cheeks and she begins to cry. That sight... and then that sweet "Sorry"—more of a squeak—escaping her lips... I can't hold it back anymore; I’m laughing through my tears. She looks at me with even more confusion and uncertainty; she’s completely overwhelmed by her emotions. "I can't take it anymore; my stomach hurts." We both slowly calm down. She stands up, and I follow suit; I walk over and pull her into a hug. "Listen to me—this was just a taste of what I can offer. Let me ask you a question: did you actually read that book from the library?" She shakes her head shyly. "I thought as much. But apparently, it captivated you so much that you went off with a stranger without asking any questions. I probably don't need to mention again that that was reckless, right?" She seems to be realizing this fact just now, nodding to show she understands. "You have to decide whether you want to follow me into the world of bondage. But I want you to make that decision of your own free will. I suggest you go home and read the book before you decide. Deal?" "Yes..." she confirms. "Good. Now that that's settled, I'm giving you a task anyway. No matter what you decide, I’m going to do something for your self-confidence. Take off that hoodie and give it to me! Since you're already wearing my panties, you might as well wear my dress, too," I say with a smile, watching her expression. "Don't be ashamed; it's an assignment. If we don't see each other again, it should remind you of me." Hesitantly, she takes off the hoodie and hands it to me; I do the same with the dress. "Thank you," she says shyly, and she’s crying again. "Don't cry—show me and everyone else how strong and self-confident you are!" I kiss her, and I like the look on her face much better now. "That's better. Now go." We pull apart, and she leaves the Red Room without looking back.

The door clicks shut behind me. Was it the right choice not to look back at her? I'm so confused. I just want to go home. Lost in thought, I walk on mechanically. Halfway there, I realize just how short her dress is—and that most people aren't even paying attention to me. Maybe she's right about the self-confidence thing. I'm going to work on myself."

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Bình luận (5)

about 7 hours ago

So cute! I want to see them come together ❤️ the sexual veteran and the formerly innocent cutie.

about 5 hours ago

Oh no, she corrupted an innocent library girl! 😏😊😋

OPabout 8 hours ago

@candylover @eroking69er

gildenstein

7 giờ trước

Part 6 You drive me crazy

She’s been asleep for two hours now, and I can’t take my eyes off her. The orgasm left her completely drained—what an innocent little thing she is. I put my panties on her; hers were absolutely soaked. I hadn't expected her to be a squirter—what a combination. I want to introduce her to this world, but I want her to choose it of her own free will. I want her to have the choice I never had... Oh, it looks like she’s waking up; her eyes are slowly opening. She sits up wearily and rubs the sleep from her face. "Sleep well, sleepyhead?" I tease her. She looks at me groggily, and I can't help but hold up her panties so she can see them. "I put my panties on you; yours were completely soaked," I say with a smile. She blushes instantly, shame written all over her face. My expression turns serious, and the words come out harsher than I intended: "What did I tell you? YOU SHOULDN'T BE ASHAMED!" She looks at me, bewildered, as tears stream down her cheeks and she begins to cry. That sight... and then that sweet "Sorry"—more of a squeak—escaping her lips... I can't hold it back anymore; I’m laughing through my tears. She looks at me with even more confusion and uncertainty; she’s completely overwhelmed by her emotions. "I can't take it anymore; my stomach hurts." We both slowly calm down. She stands up, and I follow suit; I walk over and pull her into a hug. "Listen to me—this was just a taste of what I can offer. Let me ask you a question: did you actually read that book from the library?" She shakes her head shyly. "I thought as much. But apparently, it captivated you so much that you went off with a stranger without asking any questions. I probably don't need to mention again that that was reckless, right?" She seems to be realizing this fact just now, nodding to show she understands. "You have to decide whether you want to follow me into the world of bondage. But I want you to make that decision of your own free will. I suggest you go home and read the book before you decide. Deal?" "Yes..." she confirms. "Good. Now that that's settled, I'm giving you a task anyway. No matter what you decide, I’m going to do something for your self-confidence. Take off that hoodie and give it to me! Since you're already wearing my panties, you might as well wear my dress, too," I say with a smile, watching her expression. "Don't be ashamed; it's an assignment. If we don't see each other again, it should remind you of me." Hesitantly, she takes off the hoodie and hands it to me; I do the same with the dress. "Thank you," she says shyly, and she’s crying again. "Don't cry—show me and everyone else how strong and self-confident you are!" I kiss her, and I like the look on her face much better now. "That's better. Now go." We pull apart, and she leaves the Red Room without looking back. The door clicks shut behind me. Was it the right choice not to look back at her? I'm so confused. I just want to go home. Lost in thought, I walk on mechanically. Halfway there, I realize just how short her dress is—and that most people aren't even paying attention to me. Maybe she's right about the self-confidence thing. I'm going to work on myself.