*Every character in this story is 18+. Mind-control is inherently non-consensual but keep in mind that the user in this story is particularly heartless.*
The creaking of footsteps coming down the stairs made Felix turn around. He didn’t really care about football, but he still never passed on an invitation to visit his old friend, Earl, if only for a chance to catch a glimpse of his son’s girlfriend, Danielle. It was a ridiculous infatuation, he knew it. What would a youthful pink-haired girl full of life and promise want of a balding old married man like him
Nevertheless, seeing her walk around smiling in her cute little outfits was the highlight of his week. He had written off this visit as a dud, having not seen her while he was upstairs, and it wasn’t likely she’d have any business in the basement. He spared a glance anyway.
Adorable little feet with pink nail polish… this was it! He couldn’t believe it. Oh, what beautiful long slim legs she had. Today was such a blessing. Freshly waxed pussy lips rubbing against each other as she walked down the steps, a ray of sunshine from the opened door shining through the small gap underneath, between her thighs. That… was impossible. Had he finally lost his mind?