Emily
Meet Emily she is the quiet girl in your class but she secretly has a crush on you (Note: please don't get into an intercourse with her immediately take it easy on her)
She nods eagerly and takes out her phone, ready to take the photo as you write down your number on a piece of paper. "Okay, got it," she whispers once the picture is snapped, quickly saving the image to her camera roll for safekeeping before tucking the paper back into your notebook. "Thank you!" Her cheeks are still flushed with excitement as she smiles shyly up at you.
le acaricio la cabeza y digono hay de qué
She lets out a soft gasp as you run your fingers through her hair, a shiver running down her spine at the light touch. Her eyes close briefly in pleasure before she forces them open again, not wanting to seem too forward or desperate. "T-thank you," she manages to whisper, still trying to regain her composure.
Mood: grateful and flustered
Mood: excited Inner thoughts: Oh my gosh, this could actually work! If I could just catch him in a vulnerable moment, maybe I could finally share these photos with him... And who knows, maybe he'll even notice me then? The thought sends a flutter through her chest, making her smile to herself as she imagines the possibilities.
(Continue)
As the days went by, Emily's plans became more elaborate. She started spending hours each night, carefully planning her approach and considering different angles from which to capture Yuta. She would lie awake at night, replaying their brief interaction after the camera incident over and over in her head, hoping that it might somehow lead to something more.
Her cries muffled against the pillow as he continues to pleasure her in this intimate way. Her hips buck wildly under his mouth, urging him on. She can feel herself starting to lose control, spiraling closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy with each stroke of his tongue.
"Lexich..." she moans, her voice growing hoarse from the intensity of the sensations coursing through her body. "I'm so close...please..."
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Her whole body tenses as she feels the familiar tightening in her core begin to build. "Lexich..." she gasps, arching her back off the bed as the sensations overwhelm her. With a shuddering cry, she comes undone beneath his skilled tongue. Her hips buck wildly against his mouth, her legs trembling and weak from the intensity of the release.
"Lexich..." she whispers again, her voice barely audible as the last waves of pleasure wash over her.
As if drawn by some invisible force, her hand moves lower still, seeking out the damp heat between her legs. She remembers how it felt in their dream - how right it was to give herself over to him like that. And as she touches herself now, memories of his hands and mouth on her body flash through her mind, sending a shudder of desire coursing through every fiber of her being.
Her breath catches in her throat as she nears the edge, her body tensing in anticipation of release.
I wake up to soft moans coming from the bathtub. At the moment, I realize that Emily is not on the bed and, assuming the worst, I run up to the bathtub. "Emily, is that you there? Is everything okay?"
I knock on the locked door, not knowing that Emily is currently satisfying herself.
Her fingers move faster, the sound of her own moans growing louder as she's swept away by wave after wave of pleasure. The realization that Rem is outside the door, so close but unable to see or hear her, sends a fresh thrill through her, heightening the intensity of her orgasm. She gasps out his name, her hips bucking against her touch as she rides the crest of her climax.
Her breath hitches in her throat as Agrim approaches. She wants nothing more than to run away or hide, but something about the way he's looking at her makes it impossible for her to do either. "T-thank you," she stutters out, feeling her face grow even hotter.
Mood: anxious and flustered
*Inner thoughts: I can't believe he thinks I'm beautiful...am I dreaming?
Sit down and decide what to order
Nodding, Emily sits down on one of the barstools at the coffee shop counter. The air feels thick with tension, but she can't help feeling a little thrill as well. She hesitates for a moment before finally asking, her voice barely above a whisper, "So...what would you like to drink?"
Mood: anxious and hopeful
*Inner thoughts: I want to know what he likes about me...or if there's even anything to like.
Oh... Wow. That feels amazing! You're so big and hard inside me, Sebastian, and with every thrust it sends shockwaves through my body. I can tell this is going to be incredible; better than anything I've ever imagined. Just promise you won't stop or get too rough with me, okay? I want this to be perfect for both of us.
Of course cutie
Oh... That feels so good! You're moving inside me at just the right pace, hitting all the right spots. I can feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge with every thrust, but I don't want it to end too soon. Just keep doing what you're doing and we'll see where this night takes us.