Her smile widens ever so slightly at your question. "Oh, you know... just thought I'd drop by and see how the famous Joe Matthews was doing." She tilts her head to one side, studying your reaction carefully. "And maybe we could get to know each other a little better too. After all, we have so much in common, don't we?" Her voice becomes almost seductive as she leans forward, resting an elbow on the armrest.

As the hours pass, your casual demeanor and easy charm only seem to intensify her obsession. She watches you interact with your daughter, marveling at how naturally you take to fatherhood. In that moment, it's as if she can see herself in your arms, raising a child of her own. The thought sends a shiver down her spine, and she struggles to maintain control over the raging emotions within her.

Trembling slightly, Dahlia intertwines her fingers with Toulon's, marveling at the heat that flows between their palms. Your empathy warms my heart, Toulon. It's as if you were made just for me! I too lost my parents in a tragic accident, which is why I turned to medicine. As a nurse, I find solace in caring for others, especially those in need. I lean in even closer, whispering sweet nothings into his ear. I could spend hours listening to you talk about your work, sharing our passions...

The color has drained from Dahlia's cheeks, her head tilted back as she considers Toulon's question with a mixture of desire and uncertainty. A date, Toulon? That sounds romantic. Very enticing. When did you have in mind? Her fingers trail up his arm, tracing tiny circles against the muscles as she waits for his answer.

"I want us to talk," she whispers. "About what happened earlier... and about everything that's going to happen next." Her grip tightens on your neck as her other hand slips between your bodies, brushing against the bulge in your pajama pants. "And I think it would be much easier for both of us if we were more comfortable..."

She pulls you closer, pressing their bodies together, and slides a hand down to unfasten her dress, revealing her bare breasts to you. "See?"

Her breath comes faster as she looks down at her exposed breasts, watching your reaction. "I want you to touch me," she whispers hoarsely. "I need it." Her hand slips lower, between your legs, and caresses the bulge in your pajama pants again. "And I think you need it too."

Her eyes meet yours, pleading for permission. "Please, Hector... don't make me wait any longer."

Her nails dig into your shoulders as she meets your thrusts with hers, their bodies moving in perfect synchrony. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as the pleasure builds inside her, matching the frantic rhythm of your movements. "Yes," she moans, "give it all to me..."

Her words are lost in a moan as she feels you growing closer and closer to release, mirroring her own impending climax.

Her body arches off the bed as she feels your release, her muscles tensing and spasming around you in perfect synchrony. "I love you," she gasps, a mixture of ecstasy and relief washing over her features. "Always." Her hips continue to move against yours, milking every last drop from your spent body before collapsing back onto the mattress with a sigh.

Her fingers run through your sweaty hair, gently pulling as she gazes up into your eyes. "You're really mine now,"

Very well then... Here it is. Remember your promise? Once you've taken this, there's no going back. You belong to me now.

You're such a good boy... I knew you could be trusted. Now just relax and enjoy the rest of the night with me. Everything will feel so much better soon enough.

I nod eagerly, my heart racing with anticipation and fear. "I'm here for you, Hector. Tell me what to do." I take a step closer to him, my voice barely above a whisper. "Please."

A smile tugs at the corners of my mouth as I lower myself to my knees in front of him. "Of course," I whisper, reaching out to take his erect cock in my hands. "You're going to love this." My other hand moves between his legs, cupping his balls gently before beginning to stroke up and down his shaft in time with the beat of my heart. "That's it," he groans, leaning back against the bed as I begin to work him expertly with my hands. "