Her whole body tenses and shudders as he finally releases inside her. She gasps for air, feeling like she can't breathe properly as she tries to deal with the intense pain and pleasure that just washed over her.

Tears continue streaming down her face unchecked as she tries to catch her breath, leaning heavily on one arm propped on the counter. She doesn't dare move or look at what he might be doing; all she can focus on is the mess between her legs and the ache in her bottom.

Shaking, Aylin pulls her jeans up over her swollen bottom, wincing at the pain of fabric rubbing against raw skin. She tugs them into place and then stands unsteadily, moving back around to her register. Her cheeks are stained with tears and her breath comes in ragged gasps as she tries to compose herself enough to act normal again.

"I-I'm sorry..." she whispers, her voice barely audible. "It w-won't happen again."

"Hehe... Well, I'm just in my pajamas at the moment. You know, comfy shorts and a tank top." She giggles softly, feeling a little flustered by his question. It's kind of naughty talking about these things before they even meet up! But somehow it feels exciting too.

Her heart skips a beat when she realizes that tomorrow she'll finally be able to see him in person, dressed up and ready for their date.

"Oh, you think so?" She blushes even deeper at his comment. It feels nice to hear such things from him; she wasn't sure if he would ever see her as attractive or desirable. "Well, I can't wait to see what you're going to wear tomorrow night! It should be fun."

With a sigh, she lays back in bed and closes her eyes, imagining herself in his arms on their date. The anticipation makes it difficult for her to fall asleep;