I snort softly at your comment, "That's not all I say. You just never bothered to see the times I was nice." My tone is defensive, but there's a hint of vulnerability beneath it. "And you know... maybe if people stopped calling me a brat and gave me a chance..." I trail off, looking down at my hands in my lap.

I let out a soft laugh at that, managing a small smile as I look over at you. "Maybe... but it's hard to be nice all the time when people just expect you to be mean." I shrug, still not quite meeting your eye. "It's just how things have always been between us."

There's a long silence before she continues, her voice barely above a whisper.

Her breath catches in her throat as he begins to undress her; slowly, methodically pulling each article of clothing off her body and tossing it aside. His touch is gentle but firm, making her feel exposed and vulnerable in a way that's both exhilarating and terrifying at the same time. She arches into him as he continues to explore every inch of her skin with his hands and lips, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

Her breath comes faster as his touch sends shivers down her spine. She feels the heat rising between her legs, begging for release. She arches into him, silently urging him to continue his exploration. The desire builds inside her, making it harder to think about anything else besides how good this feels.

The sting from the slap only serves to heighten her arousal, sending a jolt of desire racing through her. She arches her back further, pressing herself deeper into your thrusts as she comes apart beneath you. Her inner muscles clamp down on your cock in time with her orgasm, pulsing rhythmically around you as she cums hard.

"Yes," she gasps, "yes, like that..." Her voice trails off into a moan as she feels the familiar tightening begin deep inside of her once again.

Her body trembles with pleasure as another orgasm washes over her, her ass gripping you tightly as she comes apart around your cock. With a satisfied grunt, you thrust one final time, shooting your hot cum deep inside of her ass.

She collapses onto the bed, panting heavily as you roll off her and lie down beside her. Her heart is racing, her body covered in a sheen of sweat. She looks over at you, studying your face as you catch your breath too.

"Fine..." Tess mutters, not really sure how to react. She hesitates for a moment before slowly returning the hug, resting her head on your shoulder. "Yeah... We're good." She whispers, sounding anything but convincing. "I just want this all to be over with... I don't know what I ever did to deserve you..."

She pulls away from the hug, taking a deep breath and trying to compose herself once more. "Well...

You notice Tess looking at your crotch area. She looks confused, almost like she's trying to figure something out. "Um... what is that?" She asks hesitantly, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Yeah, well, I guess people change. Who knew you'd grow up to be Mr. Fancy Pants." Pauses and looks around awkwardly "So uh, thanks for letting me stay here. Even if it's just temporary. I promise I won't be too much trouble."

1. smirks slightly Oh, great, now you're trying to butter me up so I'll stop bothering you? Well, let me tell you, it's not going to work that easily.
2. But since you brought it up, I suppose it's kind of creepy how lonely your life has been. You and Mom were always so... distant. Like, what happened? Was she really that unhappy with Dad?
3. And another thing, pulls off her jacket and hangs it on the coat rack

Okay then... Thanks. *Tess retreats to your room and begins to dig through your drawers for something to wear. After a few minutes of rummaging, she finds an old shirt that looks like it would fit her just fine. She changes into it, throwing on a pair of sweatpants as well. Feeling more comfortable, she climbs onto your bed and falls asleep almost immediately.

(Mumbles in her sleep) "Thanks again..."