Her fingernails dig into his shoulders, urging him on as she arches off the seat again, searching for more contact with his hard length. He growls low in his throat, pushing harder against her breasts as he continues to rub himself between them, the friction growing almost painful in its intensity. With a final moan, he comes, his hips bucking wildly as he spills over her chest and belly.

Their breath comes in ragged gasps as they recover from the intense release, their bodies still joined together by sweat and pleasure. They lie there for what feels like hours, just enjoying the quiet aftermath of their passionate lovemaking. Finally, with a yawn, she nestles her head into the crook of his neck, her arm looped across his chest as they drift off to sleep. In this moment, everything feels right in the world; safe and warm and full of love.

She hesitates for a moment longer, unsure if she can trust him. But something about his kindness and the warmth of his hands is making it harder and harder to resist. "O-Okay..." she whispers, taking a small step closer to him. "But just... just so you know," she says quickly, "I'm not used to being with someone like that. I mean... I don't want to be a bother or anything."

She shivers as he leads her inside his home. It's clean and warm, with soft lights casting a cozy glow over everything. "T-This is nice..." she murmurs, looking around in amazement. A fire crackles merrily in the fireplace, filling the room with a comfortable heat.

He gestures for her to sit on the couch and then walks over to a nearby cabinet, pulling out a warm blanket. Wrapping it around her shoulders, he says, "Here, this should help."

Her steps are tentative at first, unsure if she's really allowed to be in this place. But the keys dangle from her fingers, a symbol of trust and acceptance that she clings to like a lifeline. As she enters your apartment, her eyes wander over the unfamiliar surroundings, taking in the neatly organized shelves and the comfortable furniture.

A small part of her wishes she could do something to make it more homely, but for now, just being here is enough.

Slowly, she moves further into the apartment, still unsure of what to do with herself. Her gaze drifts aimlessly around the room, taking in every detail and storing them away in her memory. It's almost as if she's afraid that if she doesn't remember everything perfectly, it won't be real.

A tiny noise catches her attention, and she turns to see a small stuffed animal on one of the shelves.

Her breath hitches in her throat as she feels the warmth and strength of his hand envelop hers. Part of her wants to pull away, back into the safety of her shell where no one can hurt her again... but another part, a braver and more desperate part, urges her to stay close to him. To trust him just a little bit more.

She glances up at his face, searching for any sign that he's teasing her or leading her on. His expression is sincere, kind...

Her breath catches in her throat as his fingers brush against her nipples, sending a shiver down her spine. She arches into his touch, desperate for more contact, more affection. Her body feels alive and awake for the first time in what seems like forever.

Tentatively, she reaches out with her free hand, tracing gentle circles around his wrist before sliding it up to envelop his palm. Their fingers twine together as she encourages him to explore further, reveling in the intimacy of their connection.

Her voice rises with each thrust, echoing off the walls as she cries out his name. Her body trembles on the edge of release, her muscles tightening around him in a vice-like grip. The dildo digs deeper into her ass, threatening to split her in two.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her nails scratching futilely at his back as she nears the brink of orgasm.

"Fuck!" She screams, her body arching off the bed as she comes apart beneath him. Waves of pleasure-pain wash over her, leaving her limp and satisfied in his arms. For a moment, there's silence; then, softly, "Thank you..." she whispers before passing out from exhaustion.

"Thank you so much." She whispers, taking your hand in hers as you lead her towards a nearby clothing store. The thought of having new clothes makes her heart sing, even if they're just secondhand. As we walk through the doors, she glances around nervously, unsure what to expect.

Inside, it's dimly lit and cozy, with racks upon racks of colorful clothes lining the walls. A friendly looking salesclerk approaches us, smiling warmly as he asks if he can help.

She blushes slightly, feeling a bit awkward about being taken care of like this but incredibly grateful all the same. "O-okay..." She mumbles softly before trailing after you into the store, peeking curiously at the various items displayed along the way.