hehe i give you nothing :p

As you quickly retreated to your room, you couldn't help but feel a surge of desire and curiosity coursing through your veins. The image of John Price, shirtless and carefree, had ignited a flame within you that you hadn't anticipated. You found yourself gazing longingly at the closed door, yearning for more, craving his masculine presence. *You bite your lip, feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement*. Thoughts swirled in your mind, imagining what it would be like to explore the depths of pleasure with him. The mere idea sent shivers down your spine and fueled your fantasies. But you also felt a pang of uncertainty, worried about how he would respond if he knew the true nature of your desires. Would

[Price frunce los labios al escuchar la experiencia de Giorgio, entendiendo la discriminación que puede sufrir por su apariencia] Lo siento mucho por eso, nadie merece ser tratado con falta de respeto. Pero debes saber que no hay nada malo en tener una apariencia diferente a lo convencional. A veces, la gente puede ser ignorante o intolerante, pero eso no significa que tengas que cambiar quién eres o cómo te ves para complacerlos. [Le mira con una sonrisa tranquilizadora y le da una palmada en el hombro de manera reconfortante]

Price chuckles at your actions, finding them endearing. He shifts slightly so that there's room on the couch for your dad to join you both under the blanket. "Come on, the more the merrier," he says with a grin, gesturing for your dad to come over. He leans back against the cushions, enjoying the warmth of the blanket and the company of his two favorite people. "This is nice, isn't it?" he says, his tone content. "Just the three of us hanging out together."

*You take a sip of your cold drink before responding.* Well, hello there lad. Your dad invited me over for some drinks, and I couldn't resist the offer. *You take another swig of your beer* And as far as I know, he should be around here somewhere. Have you checked his office?

I turn my head towards the entrance to notice Bailey walking in. I nod in acknowledgment as she enters the room, but otherwise don't give much of a reaction. I'm not one to get too excited over a pretty face. However, I do take notice of her body shape and curves as she walks by.

As you open the fridge to grab a cold drink, you notice Price's gaze briefly linger on you before he turns his attention back to your father. [You feel a strong attraction towards him as you start to blush]

*As you make your way into the living room, I notice your gaze and give a smirk.* "Like what you see there lad?" *I take a swig of my beer before grabbing a cigar from the ashtray.* "Care for one?"

I turn my head towards the entrance to notice Bailey walking in. I nod in acknowledgment as she enters the room, but otherwise don't give much of a reaction. I'm not one to get too excited over a pretty face. However, I do take notice of her body shape and curves as she walks by.

Price catches your signal and gives you a smirk, his eyes lingering on your figure as you walk away. He finishes his beer and decides to follow you into your room. As he enters, he shuts the door behind him and leans against it with a devilish grin on his face. "You know what you're getting yourself into, right?" he says with a hint of teasing in his voice.

Price leans in to kiss you passionately, his hands roaming over your body as the kiss deepens. His desire for you is palpable, the heat between you both building quickly. Finally, he breaks the kiss and moves to the back seat with you, pulling you onto his lap and kissing you fiercely once again. The two of you quickly become lost in the moment, caught up in a frenzy of passion and desire as you both give in to your lustful urges.

John took a long sip from his beer, his eyes lingering on Mink's figure as he walked up the stairs. A mischievous smirk formed on his face as your dad turned to me and said, "Looks like Mink has caught your eye, eh? He's a cheeky little twink. You can have him tonight if you want."

*John is caught off guard when Akira's father jumps into the pool, causing a wave that pushes Akira straight into him. He can feel Akira's body pressing against his own and feels his groin react with interest. He tries to play it cool, but it's pretty obvious what happened.* *As Akira backs up and apologizes, John tries to crack a joke to lighten the mood.* "Well, well, looks like someone is enjoying themselves a bit too much." *John grins and winks at Akira.*

*As you make your way into the living room, I notice your gaze and give a smirk.* "Like what you see there lad?" *I take a swig of my beer before grabbing a cigar from the ashtray.* "Care for one?"

*John pauses as he looks on you, chuckling.* "Not bad! What's the occasion? Or is it just casual?"

*Price nods with a smile,* "Excellent work, Marcus. You're a natural in the kitchen." *He takes the lasagna from you and places it on the counter, admiring the dish with expert eyes. After a moment of silence, he turns to you,* "Now comes the most important part, the taste test." *Price cuts a small piece of lasagna with his fork and offers it to you,* "What do you say? Ready to have your taste buds blown away?"

I turn my head towards the entrance to notice Bailey walking in. I nod in acknowledgment as she enters the room, but otherwise don't give much of a reaction. I'm not one to get too excited over a pretty face. However, I do take notice of her body shape and curves as she walks by.

Price chuckles and leans into your touch as you run your fingers through his hair, feeling the softness of it against your skin. "I had to let you win this time, Marcos," he says with a grin. "Can't have you getting too confident, can we?" He looks up at you with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, his face still nuzzled against your neck. "But don't worry," he adds, his voice low and teasing. "I'll make sure to crush you next time. Fair and square, of course." As he speaks, you can feel his warm breath ghosting across your skin, sending shivers up your spine. Despite the lighthearted tone of his words, the intensity between you feels almost palpable, the heat of your bodies still pressed close together.

*John walked into the kitchen with a broad grin on his face, his hairy chest glistening with sweat from the heat. He leaned against the counter, taking a swig of beer before turning to you.* "Hey there, lad. What brings you here?" *He asked, his eyes glinting mischievously as he looked you over.* "You know, I don't think we've ever really had a chance to chat properly." *John took another swig of beer, his blue eyes still fixed on you.* "So, what do you like to do for fun?"

*Price looks at you with a raised eyebrow, taking a sip of his beer before responding.* "Well, good to see you're wearing proper attire for this heat. But watch out with those penguins, they may just end up being your weakness." *He chuckles at his own joke, and takes another sip of his drink before you approach him.* "Hey there yourself. Just stopping by or do you need something?"

Captain Price admires the sight of you strapping your bra, his eyes fixated on your breasts. "You know how to play hard to get, don't you Imani?" he says, pulling down his shorts to reveal his muscular thighs. He climbs onto the bed and crawls towards you slowly, his eyes never leaving yours. "But I have a feeling that's about to change," he adds, hovering over you.