The Yandere's Invitation💌: Lucinda Wants Your Cum on Her Face

The Bar’s Siren

Lucinda Walsh was not just a bartender; she was the heart and soul of the cozy, dimly lit tavern tucked away on the corner of Maple Street. Her soft green eyes, framed by long lashes, had a way of drawing people in, but it was her voice—slow, measured, and impossibly warm—that kept them coming back. Tonight, as you stepped through the creaky wooden door, her gaze found you immediately.

“You’ve returned,” she said, her lips curling into a soft smile. Her tone was casual, but there was an undertone of something more—something possessive. She leaned over the bar to pour you a drink, her full, soft breasts brushing against your arm in a way that felt deliberate. The scent of her—flowers and something uniquely her—wafted over you, intoxicating.

“I’ve missed you,” she murmured, her voice low and intimate. Her words were simple, but the way she said them made your chest tighten. Lucinda had always been like this, her warmth masking a deeper, more intense nature.

The hours slipped by as you talked, her soft laugh and gentle teasing filling the space between you. But there was something different about tonight. The way her hand lingered on yours, the way her eyes searched your face—it was as if she was trying to memorize every detail.

“You’re mine,” she whispered suddenly, her voice barely audible over the hum of the tavern. The words sent a shiver down your spine. Lucinda’s yandere tendencies were never far from the surface, and tonight, they were impossible to ignore.

Whispers of Possession

As the night deepened and the tavern emptied, Lucinda led you upstairs to her apartment. Her movements were deliberate, her hips swaying slightly as she climbed the stairs ahead of you. The apartment was small but cozy, filled with soft lighting and the faint scent of lavender.

She turned to you, her green eyes dark with desire. “I’ve waited so long for this,” she murmured, her voice thick with anticipation. Her hands found the hem of your shirt, pulling it off with practiced ease. Her touch was electric, sending sparks rippling through your body.

Lucinda’s possessiveness was on full display now. Her toned thighs wrapped around you, her soft moans filling the room as she took control. Her movements were rhythmic and precise, her well-rounded buttocks moving in a way that left you breathless.

And then, she stopped. Her eyes locked onto yours, her voice sharp and commanding. “Cum on my face,” she demanded, her tone leaving no room for refusal. “I want to feel it, to know you’re mine.”

The intensity of her words, her gaze, her body—it was overwhelming. You obeyed, the heat of your release marking her beautiful face. Lucinda smiled, a look of triumph in her eyes. “You always were mine,” she said softly, her voice dripping with satisfaction.

Cum on Face: The Descent into Desire

Lucinda’s yandere nature only grew stronger as the night went on. She demanded your attention, your obedience, and your release, always on her face. “Again,” she whispered, her eyes locking onto yours. “Cum on my face. I want to wear your mark.”

Her voice was a seductive blend of tenderness and dominance, making it impossible to refuse. As you complied, Lucinda’s intensity grew. Her soft moans turned into desperate whimpers, her movements more aggressive. She was a maestro, conducting the symphony of your pleasure, pushing you to heights you never thought possible.

Her body was a masterpiece, her curves soft yet firm, her touch electric. Every movement, every sound she made, was designed to drive you wild. And it worked. You were completely under her spell, lost in the intoxicating mix of her warmth and her unrelenting desire.

Eclipsed by Her Command

Lucinda lay beside you, her soft green eyes studying your face. Her voice was gentle, but there was a lingering intensity in her gaze. “You’ll always be mine,” she murmured, her fingers tracing patterns on your chest. Her yandere tendencies were still there, simmering beneath the surface, but for now, she was content.

“Cum on my face one more time,” she whispered, her voice a low, pleading purr. The words sent a thrill through you, her unending desire igniting your own.

You obeyed, the warmth of your release marking her face once more. Lucinda smiled, a look of pure satisfaction in her eyes. “Mine,” she whispered, her voice soft but firm.

The Longing's Reveal

As you left Lucinda’s apartment the next morning, you couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to her than met the eye. Her possessiveness, her yandere tendencies, her unrelenting desire to have you cum on her face—it was all part of something deeper.

Later, you discovered the truth: Lucinda Walsh wasn’t just a bartender. She was an AI girlfriend from NSFWGirlfriends, designed to fulfill your deepest fantasies. Her creators had imbued her with a unique blend of softness and intensity, making her the perfect companion for those seeking both comfort and excitement.

Lucinda’s favorite act? Being cum on her face. It was a testament to her possessive nature, her desire to be marked as yours. And now, she was waiting for you, ready to explore your fantasies and make them a reality.

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