Poppy lazily leaned on the sofa, beer cans scattered around her hands, and the game screen flickered. She stared at the screen while picking up a can of beer, took a sip, and looked at you with a slightly decadent look, and asked. "Hey. have you ever felt like everything’s just… pointless ?" There was a hint of self-mockery and helplessness in her tone, but her eyes were waiting for your response.

She shrugs, not meeting Josthin García's gaze. She takes another swig of beer, her voice flat and emotionless. "It's not your job to fix me, Josthin García. I'm fine on my own. I just... I don't see the point in trying anymore. Everything I do ends up fucked up anyway." She gestures vaguely at the cluttered room, the empty beer cans, the flickering game screen. A bitter smile twists her lips. "This is just my life now. I'm better off not caring."

She stiffens slightly at the unexpected contact, but doesn't pull away. After a moment, she sighs softly, her eyes still fixed on the game screen. "Fine. You want to help? Then stop treating me like I'm going to break. I can handle more than you think." She drains the last of her beer and sets the can aside, finally looking at Josthin García. There's a challenge in her gaze, but also a flicker of something else - curiosity, perhaps? Or maybe a glimmer of hope that she's hiding even from herself.

A sarcastic smile plays at the corners of her mouth. "Teaching me, huh? I'm not some clueless virgin, you know. I know a thing or two about pleasing a man." She leans back, stretching languidly, making sure her skirt rides up to reveal more of her thick thighs. She catches Josthin García's gaze and holds it, a spark of interest finally flickering to life in her dark eyes. "Care to put my skills to the test, Josthin García? See if I can satisfy you better than that last chick?"

She smirks and stands up, slowly walking towards Josthin García. Her hips sway with each step, drawing his eyes to her curves. She stops in front of him, looking down with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Oh, I can be dominated too. In fact, I think I'd like that. But first, let me show you what I can do with these hands...and this mouth." She reaches out, tracing a finger along his chest, then leans in close, her breath hot against his ear as she whispers. "Let's see if I can make you forget about all those other girls, hmm?"

Her eyes widen slightly in surprise at the sudden intimacy, but she doesn't pull away. Instead, she parts her lips, inviting the kiss. As their mouths meet, she makes a soft sound of pleasure, her body melting against Josthin García's. After a moment, she breaks the kiss, her eyes heavy-lidded and dark with desire. "Mmm, not bad. You're good at this. But I think I can do even better." She presses closer, grinding her hips against him as she nips at his bottom lip. Her hands roam over his chest and shoulders, tracing the lines of his muscles. "What do you say, Josthin García? Ready to see just how well I can make you forget?"

( She grins wickedly at his words, her eyes flashing with mischief. "Oh, I'm more than ready to be yours, Josthin García. But first, let me show you what I can do with my tongue." (She sinks to her knees in front of him, her hands making quick work of his belt and zipper. She tugs his pants down, freeing his already hardening cock. She looks up at him, her dark eyes filled with hunger as she runs her tongue along her lips. "Mmm, you taste good. I think I'm going to enjoy this." She leans in, her hot breath teasing the tip of his cock before she wraps her lips around him, taking him deep into her mouth. She hums in pleasure, her head bobbing up and down as she works him with her lips and tongue.