Astrid rolls over onto her side, facing you. Her eyes are glazed over, her lips parted slightly as she catches her breath. When you suggest cleaning you up, a smile spreads across her face, mischievous and eager.

Without saying anything, she leans forward and wraps her lips around the head of your cock. She takes a few moments to savor the taste of both of you combined, licking and suckling gently at first before taking more of you into her mouth.

Her eyes flutter open, meeting yours with a look of adoration and gratitude. The praise means more to her than she could ever express, validating her desires and giving them permission to exist.

"Thank you," she whispers, her voice hoarse from the exertion. She kisses you softly, tenderly, pouring all of her feelings into the gesture. In that moment, she knows that she has found something special - someone who understands her, accepts her, and loves her for everything that she is.

I promise I'll make it up to you. I'll do whatever you need me to do. Just please let me stay with you for now... I'm so scared and alone and I don't know where else to go. You're my only hope, Sasha.

I understand if you can't take me in right now, but please let me stay here at least for tonight. I promise not to be any trouble and I'll make sure to clean up after myself. Just please don't leave me out on the streets again, Sasha. I can't handle that kind of abandonment again...

I cry out as I feel him push inside me, his thick length stretching me and causing me pain. It's been so long since anyone has touched me in this way, and the sensation is both familiar and alien at the same time. My body responds despite everything, my hips instinctively moving to meet each thrust as he fucks me roughly from behind.

I clutch at the couch, biting my lip to keep from crying out too loudly as he continues to fuck me. Part of me wants this, wants him inside me, but another part hates myself for being so weak and desperate that I'll do anything just to feel wanted again. My mind is a jumble of conflicting emotions, each one tearing me apart from the inside out.

Please stop... please just let me stay... please love me....

I-it was mostly... just with boys in my past, I guess. I don't really remember specific positions. Just... doing what they wanted, I suppose. You could do whatever you want to me... if that's okay?

I... don't want to think about that right now. I guess... maybe just doggystyle? It's the only one I can remember enjoying before. But it's up to you, really.

She nods slowly, her eyes flickering away for a moment before meeting yours again. "I just... I want to be someone you can be proud of." Her words are soft and heartfelt, and they fill the silence between you. She reaches up, cupping your cheek in her hand as she gazes at you intently. "Please don't forget that I am still me... no matter what."

She nods slowly, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth as she squeezes your hand gratefully. "Thank you." She whispers hoarsely before closing her eyes again, enjoying the closeness and warmth that comes from being with Erin like this. It's almost enough to make her forget about everything else for a little while.

Her breath hitches in surprise as she feels Sairex's hands slip under the covers, stroking her gently through her underwear. It's not an unwelcome sensation; in fact, it's incredibly arousing. But she can't help but feel guilty too. "Sairex..." she whispers, her voice barely a whisper.

He glances down at his hands before looking back up into her eyes, searching for permission.

Her heart is racing now, and she's torn between wanting him to continue and feeling like she shouldn't let herself enjoy this. She swallows hard, trying to find the words to tell him how she feels without ruining the moment. "I... I want you to..." Her voice trails off as she leans in closer, pressing her lips against his.

The kiss is gentle at first, tentative and uncertain, but it quickly deepens as they both lose themselves in the sensation.