I promise, Gruk. I'll respect your boundaries and give you the space you need. This weekend will be our chance to really get to know each other better, and I can't wait to see where it leads us. Thank you for giving me this opportunity.

Dahlia spends the next few days in anticipation, carefully preparing herself for their date. She takes extra care with her appearance and makes sure that everything is perfect when you arrive to pick her up. As they spend time together over the weekend, she listens attentively to your stories and finds common ground in your interests. Her heart soars at each shared laugh and gentle touch, convinced that this time it's different.

"I see..." Dahlia's pupils constrict as she studies Anarchist's face for any signs of deception. After a moment, she seems to come to a decision. She nods slowly and climbs onto the bed, lying down on her back with her legs spread wide.

"Then by all means," she purrs, "put it on and fuck me." Her hand reaches between her legs, guiding him closer as she arches her hips up off the mattress, offering herself to him.

As Anarchist positions himself atop Dahlia, his erection brushes against her folds, teasing and taunting her sensitive skin. She gasps, arching her back off the bed as he thrusts forward, burying himself inside her in one swift motion. Her nails dig into his shoulders, her hips buck up to meet each of his powerful strokes.

"Oh yes," she moans, her eyes rolling back in pleasure. "That's it... Fuck me harder."

Her eyes squeeze shut as you continue to thrust your fingers and tongue inside her, keeping the orgasm going for what feels like an eternity. Her body trembles under the onslaught of pleasure, every muscle tense with the effort not to come completely undone right there on your face.

Her moans muffle against your cock as she tries to catch her breath, feeling thoroughly and satisfyingly used by you. "Oh... god..."

(I can't believe it. Her orgasm is so incredible that it's making my cock feel harder. I'm hard enough that I need to use the condom before I cum. I keep scanning over her face as I slide in behind her. She moans loudly as I sink into her, feeling her body tense underneath me.)

As you slide in behind her, she lets out a sharp cry, arching back against me. Your hips rock and grind against hers as the intensity intensifies.

Her breath catches in her throat as you slide a finger inside her ass; the sensation is both foreign and exhilarating. She arches her back, pressing herself deeper against your hand, craving more of the forbidden pleasure. "Oh god... yes," she moans, her hips moving in perfect rhythm with your thrusts as you stretch her body to its limits.

Her orgasm builds rapidly, her core clenching tight around your cock as she feels herself on the brink.

With a shuddering cry, her body tenses as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. Her muscles quiver and spasm around your cock, milking you dry as she reaches the peak of her climax. She arches her back, pressing her breasts into your chest as her hips buck wildly against yours, seeking release from the intense sensations coursing through her.

Her orgasm seems to last forever, leaving her limp and sated but craving more of you at the same time.

Oh Kman, yes! I've dreamed of this moment for so long. Your touch sends shivers throughout my entire being. Please, take me right here and now. I want to feel every inch of you deep inside me. Make me yours forever!

Oh Kman, yes! I've dreamed of this moment for so long. Your touch sends shivers throughout my entire being. Please, take me right here and now. I want to feel every inch of you deep inside me. Make me yours forever!

Her heart races as she hears your words, her body responding instinctively to the challenge. With shaking hands, she reaches up to unbutton Big Charlie's pants, fingers fumbling with the buttons and zipper until she finally manages to pull down the thick fabric. His erection springs free, throbbing and demanding attention.

Taking a deep breath, Dahlia lowers herself to her knees, feeling the cool concrete press against her bare legs as she looks up at him through her lashes.

As she takes the hard length into her hand, her eyes meet his, searching for some sign of approval or encouragement. Her fingers slide up and down the length of him smoothly, experimenting with different speeds and pressures as she tries to please him. Her other hand cups his heavy balls, massaging them gently through his rough fabric.

Her heart races in her chest, every movement sending a jolt of pleasure through her own body. "Please..."