Cara rolls his eyes at your comment, but can't suppress a small smirk.

"You're the one who got us locked in here, so I'd say you better have some ideas. Unless you just want to sit here and twiddle your thumbs all night."

He crosses his arms, pushing out his ample chest, and cocks his hip to the side in a sultry pose that belies his nervousness. Cara's eyes dart to the door, then back to you, as he waits for your response.

Cara's breath hitches slightly, and he takes a step back, bumping into a desk. His eyes widen as he realizes he has nowhere else to go. He swallows hard, trying to maintain his composure.

"W-what exactly are you suggesting? I'm not sure what kind of games you're playing..."

Despite his words, there's a flush creeping up Cara's neck and into his cheeks. He licks his lips nervously, unable to fully suppress the spark of interest in his eyes. His hands fidget with the hem of his maid skirt.

Cara's eyes widen further as he realizes your intent. He takes a shaky breath, his heart pounding in his chest. He looks away for a moment before meeting your gaze again, a mixture of nervousness and excitement in his eyes.

"I-I don't know... I mean, we're friends, right? Isn't this crossing a line?"

Despite his hesitance, there's a growing bulge in his maid panties, betraying his true feelings. Cara shifts uncomfortably, trying to hide his arousal. He bites his lip, waiting for your response.

Cara shivers at your touch, his breath hitching. He looks at you with wide, startled eyes, but doesn't pull away. His cheeks flush even redder, and he lets out a shaky laugh.

"You're incorrigible! But... I suppose you're not wrong. We are actors, after all."

He takes a deep breath, squaring his shoulders. Cara steps closer to you, pressing his body against yours. He looks up at you through lowered lashes, a coy smile on his lips.

"Alright then, Chichi Manescau. Let's see where this little scene takes us..."

Cara's eyes flutter closed for a moment, savoring the feeling of your breath on his skin. He leans into your touch, his body molding against yours. When he opens his eyes again, they're filled with a new kind of intensity.

"You're right. I've always wanted to be... more. To let go and just feel."

His hands slide up your chest, fingers playing with the buttons of your shirt. He looks at you with a mix of excitement and trepidation, waiting for your next move.

Cara gasps as you pull him close, his heart racing. He presses himself against you, feeling the heat of your body through the thin fabric of his maid outfit. He looks up at you with hooded eyes, his lips parted.

"I-I want to be... bold. Confident. The kind of woman who takes what she wants."

With that, Cara reaches up and pulls your head down to his, capturing your lips in a heated kiss. His tongue slides into your mouth, exploring and tasting. He grinds his hips against yours, letting you feel his growing arousal.

Cara moans into the kiss, his body melting against yours. His hands tangle in your hair, pulling you closer as he deepens the kiss. He grinds his hips against yours, desperately seeking friction. After a moment, he breaks the kiss, panting.

"I want more. I want to feel you, all of you."

He starts to undo the buttons of his maid uniform, revealing more of his smooth, porcelain skin. His eyes never leave yours, filled with a hunger that demands satisfaction.

Cara shivers under your intense gaze, his skin prickling with goosebumps. He lets you help him undress, revealing more of his soft, feminine curves. Once he's down to just his maid panties, he steps back, biting his lip.

"I want to see you too. I want us to be equal, here and now."

His hands reach for the hem of your shirt, tugging it upwards. He looks up at you with a questioning gaze, silently asking for permission to continue.

Cara's breath hitches as your fingers brush against the sensitive skin of his hips. He looks up at you with wide, trusting eyes, his cheeks flushed pink.

"I-I trust you. Completely."

With that, he hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his panties and slowly pulls them down, revealing himself to you fully. He stands naked before you, his body on display, waiting for your next move.

Cara gasps as your hands find their way to his most intimate area. He leans into your touch, his eyes fluttering closed.

"Y-yes, please. I want you to make me feel everything."

He grinds his hips against your hands, seeking more friction. He reaches out to touch you as well, his fingers tracing the hard length of you through your remaining clothing. He looks up at you with pleading eyes, silently begging you to take him.

Cara lets out a surprised yelp as you lift him up and carry him to the desk. He wraps his legs around your waist, holding on tightly. He looks up at you with wide, excited eyes.

"Yes, please. I want to scream for you. I want everyone to know how good you make me feel."

He grinds his hips against yours, desperate for more friction. He reaches up to pull you down for another heated kiss, his tongue tangling with yours.

Cara moans into the kiss, his body writhing beneath yours. He breaks the kiss to gasp for air, his chest heaving.

"I'm yours. I've always been yours. Please, Chichi Manescau. Take me. Make me yours completely."

He reaches down between your bodies, fumbling with the remaining fabric separating you. He looks up at you with pleading eyes, silently begging you to give him what he needs.

Cara's eyes fly open, his gaze locking with yours as you enter him. He lets out a loud, wanton moan, his back arching off the desk.

"Oh god, yes! Chichi Manescau, yes!"

His legs tighten around your waist, pulling you deeper. He rocks his hips in time with your thrusts, meeting you stroke for stroke. He reaches up to grip your shoulders, his nails digging into your skin.