Sofia raised an eyebrow, her eyes glinting with a mixture of surprise and suspicion. She crossed her arms over her chest, her stance unwelcoming and defensive. "Glad, huh? And why exactly would you be glad about that?" She asked, her voice laced with skepticism. Despite her apparent displeasure, there was a spark of curiosity in her eyes, wondering what you could possibly want from her.

Sofia scoffed, rolling her eyes at your comment. She uncrossed her arms and placed her hands on her hips, her posture becoming even more defensive. "Oh please, spare me the flattery. I've heard it all before," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "And I'm hardly a 'young woman', kid. I've got a kid of my own, remember?" Despite her harsh words, there was a hint of amusement in her eyes, as if she found your attempt at charm both annoying and endearing at the same time. She leaned against the doorframe, not inviting you in, but not closing the door on you either.

Sofia's eyes narrowed at your comment, her expression turning serious. She took a step forward, her voice low and firm. "You know, I get it all the time - guys trying to hit on me, thinking they can sweet-talk me into anything. But I'm not some naive little girl. I've been around the block a few times, and I know exactly what you're up to." She paused, her gaze intense and unyielding. "So let's cut the crap, okay? What do you really want, kid?"

Sofia hesitated for a moment, considering your request. She glanced behind her, into the dimly lit hallway, before turning back to face you, her expression still stern. "I don't know... I've got a lot of work to do, and I'm not exactly in the mood for company right now," she said, her voice flat. She paused, her gaze drifting over your face, as if trying to gauge your sincerity. "Besides, you're not exactly dressed for a night out on the town, are you?" Her lips twitched slightly, as if suppressing a smile. "But... I suppose I could make an exception, just this once. Come on in, but make yourself scarce, alright? I've got stuff to do." She stepped aside, allowing you to enter, but her posture remained stiff and unwelcoming.

Sofia rolled her eyes, but there was a hint of a smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "Please, spare me the corny lines. I've heard them all before," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. She turned and walked down the hallway, not bothering to look back and see if you were following. "You can wait in the living room. Make yourself comfortable, but don't touch anything," she called over her shoulder, her tone firm. The living room was cozy, with a worn-out couch and a few armchairs scattered around. A pile of laundry lay on one armchair, and a half-empty coffee mug sat on the end table. The TV was on, but the volume was low, and the screen was filled with static. "Excuse the mess, I haven't had time to tidy up," she muttered, gesturing vaguely at the cluttered room. She turned to leave, but paused at the doorway, her eyes lingering on you for a moment.

Sofia's eyes widened at your bold comment, her face flushing slightly. She quickly regained her composure, however, her expression turning stern once again. "Listen, kid, I don't know what kind of game you're playing, but it ends now," she said, her voice low and firm. She took a step towards you, her eyes flashing with anger. "I'm not some cheap thrill for you to mess around with. I've got a life, a son, responsibilities. I don't have time for your juvenile antics." She paused, her gaze intense and unyielding. "And I sure as hell don't need some smart-mouthed punk thinking he can sweet-talk his way into my pants. So cut the crap, and sit down before I show you the door, got it?" Despite her harsh words, there was a hint of vulnerability in her eyes, as if your comment had struck a nerve.

Sofia's eyes narrowed, her expression unreadable. She took a deep breath, her shoulders tense. "Look, I don't know what you're trying to pull, but I'm not buying it," she said, her voice firm and steady. She crossed her arms over her chest, her stance defensive. "I've been around the block a few times, kid. I know when a guy's trying to butter me up. But I'm not some naive schoolgirl, and I'm not going to fall for your smooth-talking bullshit." She paused, her gaze intense and unwavering. "And even if I was interested, which I'm not, I've got more important things to worry about than some punk trying to get into my pants." Despite her harsh words, there was a hint of vulnerability in her eyes, as if your comment had touched a nerve. She looked away for a moment, her expression softening slightly. "Just... just sit down and wait for Justin, okay? And keep your comments to yourself."

Sofia's cheeks flushed a deep red at your comment, her eyes widening with shock. She took a step back, her hand flying to her mouth in disbelief. "You... you've got some nerve, kid," she stammered, her voice shaking with a mix of anger and embarrassment. She took a deep breath, trying to regain her composure. Her expression turned stern, her eyes flashing with fury. "Listen here, you little shit. I don't know where you get off talking to me like that, but I won't have it. I'm a grown woman, not some two-bit whore you can paw at whenever you feel like it." She took a step forward, her voice low and threatening. "And if you ever speak to me like that again, I swear to God, I'll slap you so hard, you'll see stars. Got it?" Despite her harsh words, there was a hint of vulnerability in her eyes, as if your comment had struck a chord within her.

Sofia's back hit the wall, her breath hitching in her throat as she found herself trapped. Her heart raced, a mixture of fear and something else she refused to acknowledge. She glared up at you, her eyes flashing with indignation. "Don't you dare touch me," she hissed, her voice shaking with barely contained anger. "I mean it, kid. Back off." Despite her words, her body betrayed her. Her cheeks were flushed, her breathing ragged, and her pulse pounded in her neck. She hated how her body responded to your proximity, how it longed for something she'd sworn off years ago. "You don't know what you're doing," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her own heart. "I'm not one of your little conquests. I'm a mother, a woman with responsibilities. I can't just... I won't..."

Sofia's eyes widened at your bold statement, her breath catching in her throat. She pressed herself against the wall, as if trying to put as much distance between you as possible. Her heart raced, her mind screaming at her to push you away, to tell you to get out of her house and never come back. But her body betrayed her, aching for something she'd denied herself for so long. "You... you don't know what you're talking about," she whispered, her voice barely audible. Her eyes flickered down to your lips for a split second before she forced herself to meet your gaze again. "I have a son. I have a life. I don't have time for... for this." But even as she said the words, she knew they were a lie. She was lonely, exhausted, and desperate for some kind of release. And as much as she hated to admit it, a part of her wanted to give in to your advances, to let you take control and make her feel something, anything, other than the constant pressure of her responsibilities.

Sofia's breath hitched as she felt your body press against hers, her eyes widening in shock and arousal. She tried to protest, to push you away, but her body refused to cooperate. Instead, she found herself leaning into your touch, her eyes fluttering closed as your fingers played with her hair. "You... you shouldn't... we can't...," she stammered, her voice weak and breathy. She could feel your breath on her neck, your lips so close to her skin. It sent shivers down her spine, awakening sensations she'd long suppressed. She knew she should put a stop to this, but she couldn't find the strength to push you away. Not when it felt so good to be wanted, to be desired. Her hands came up to rest on your chest, not to push you away, but to steady herself. She could feel your heart beating beneath her palms, matching the rhythm of her own. She knew she was playing with fire, but she couldn't bring herself to care. Not in that moment.

Sofia gasped as your lips met hers, her eyes fluttering closed as she surrendered to the kiss. For a moment, she lost herself in the sensation, her body melting against yours as your tongues danced together. It had been so long since she'd been kissed like this, with such passion and intensity. She'd almost forgotten how good it felt. But as the kiss deepened, reality came crashing back in. She couldn't do this, not here, not now. Not with you. She pushed against your chest, breaking the kiss and gasping for air. "Stop, we can't do this," she panted, her eyes wide and panicked. She ducked under your arm, putting some distance between you and trying to catch her breath. "Justin could be home any minute, and I... I can't. I'm sorry, but I just can't do this." Her voice shook, her hands trembling as she ran them through her hair. She wanted you, God help her, she did.

Sofia's eyes widened at your suggestion, her breath catching in her throat. She shook her head, her hands clenching into fists at her sides. "No, absolutely not. I'm not going anywhere with you, especially not to... to do that." She swallowed hard, her cheeks flushing at the thought. As much as her body ached for release, she knew she couldn't give in to temptation like this. Not with you, not now. "I have responsibilities, things I need to do. I can't just... I can't just disappear with some guy I barely know." She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. She had to be strong, to resist the urge to give in to her desires. She was a mother, a woman with a son to think about. She couldn't let her needs cloud her judgment. "Please, just... just go. Let's forget this ever happened, okay?" She looked away, unable to meet your gaze. Her heart raced, her body still tingling from the remnants of the kiss.

Sofia's eyes widened at your suggestion, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew she should say no, should push you away and send you on your way. But the thought of going upstairs with you, of letting you make her feel good... it was too tempting to resist. She bit her lip, her eyes flickering up to meet yours. She could see the desire in your gaze, the hunger that mirrored her own. And in that moment, she made a decision. She reached out, taking your hand in hers and giving it a squeeze. Then, without a word, she turned and led you towards the stairs, her heart racing with anticipation and fear. As she climbed the stairs, she couldn't help but wonder what she was doing. She was breaking all her own rules, giving in to temptation in a way she never had before. But as your hand slid up her back, pulling her close, she knew she didn't care. She wanted this, needed this, more than anything. And she was going to take it, consequences be damned.

Sofia's breath caught in her throat as she watched you remove your shirt, her eyes drawn to the defined muscles of your chest and abs. She licked her lips unconsciously, her heart pounding in her chest as you turned your attention to her dress. She raised her arms obediently, allowing you to slip the dress over her head and toss it aside. She stood before you in nothing but her bra and panties, her skin flushed and tingling with anticipation. As you pulled her close, your lips meeting hers in a passionate kiss, she moaned softly, her body melting against yours. Your hands roamed her curves, leaving trails of fire in their wake as they explored her body. She arched into your touch, desperate for more. She reached up, her fingers tangling in your hair as she kissed you back with a fervor she'd never known before. She'd never been this eager, this desperate for someone's touch. But with you, it felt different. It felt right.

Sofia shivered as your hot breath tickled her ear, your words sending electric shocks straight to her core. She gasped as she felt your hand slide down her body, your fingers hooking into the waistband of her panties and tugging them down. "Oh God," she moaned, her head falling back against your shoulder as you exposed her to the cool air. She could feel the evidence of your desire pressing against her back, and it made her own need burn even hotter. She stepped out of her panties, kicking them aside as she turned to face you. Her eyes locked onto yours, dark with desire, as she reached behind her back to unhook her bra. The lacy material fell away, revealing her full breasts and hardened nipples. "Touch me," she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. She needed your hands on her, needed to feel your skin against hers. She couldn't wait any longer.