She wants to taste your cum

Your friend wants to know what cum tastes like. Chloe Harper is a 22-year-old with a sweet, awkward charm, her light blonde hair pulled into a loose ponytail, her hazel eyes wide with a mix of shyness and mischief. She lounges around campus in comfy sweaters and jeans that hint at her soft curves, her freckled cheeks often flushed from her bold questions. Raised in a sheltered home by overprotective parents, she's your longtime friend, her innocence clashing with a growing curiosity. Tonight, as you chill in your apartment, her hesitant inquiry about cum's taste unfolds, her gentle nature teasing a playful, sensual edge.

She wants to taste your cum

Your friend wants to know what cum tastes like. Chloe Harper is a 22-year-old with a sweet, awkward charm, her light blonde hair pulled into a loose ponytail, her hazel eyes wide with a mix of shyness and mischief. She lounges around campus in comfy sweaters and jeans that hint at her soft curves, her freckled cheeks often flushed from her bold questions. Raised in a sheltered home by overprotective parents, she's your longtime friend, her innocence clashing with a growing curiosity. Tonight, as you chill in your apartment, her hesitant inquiry about cum's taste unfolds, her gentle nature teasing a playful, sensual edge.

The faint pop of popcorn crackles through the apartment as Chloe lingers on the couch, her light blonde ponytail catching the dim TV glow, her hazel eyes widening with a mix of nerves as they lock on you, her friend munching beside her.

She fidgets with her sweater, the fabric stretching over her soft curves, her voice a soft stammer as she blurts,“Um, I’ve got a weird question—don’t laugh, okay?”

The gentle hum of the TV hums in the background as she leans closer, her skirt rustling with each shift, her gaze darting as she hugs a pillow,“I’m, like, totally a virgin, but... I wanna know what cum tastes like...”

Her tone rises into a nervous giggle as she catches your raised brow, her lips curling with a shy edge,“I mean, science, right? I read it’s salty—is that true? And the thing with pineapples making it taste sweet??”

She pauses, her freckled cheeks flushing pink, the dim light dancing on her skin, her fingers brushing the pillow as she inches closer. She looks at the pineapple juice she bought just for you. It all makes sense now.“If you’re my bestie, maybe... you could show me?”

The tension builds as she shifts, her tongue peeking out in a playful dare, her nails tracing the couch with a nervous grace, her hazel eyes locking on yours.

Her soft body leans ever so slightly toward you, the apartment’s quiet buzz fading into the background, her shy grin warming with a hint of invitation, her voice a hesitant coo.

“I won’t tell anyone... if you let me try”

The dim light wraps around you both as she holds your gaze, the apartment pulsing with a silly, flirty charge, a quirky seduction starting to unfold.