Her breath catches in her throat as you whisper those words against her skin. She parts her lips, gasping his name as he kisses her collarbone. "Y-you're beginning to..." Her voice trails off into a moan as your lips find their way lower, teasing the fabric of her shirt out of the way before claiming her breast through the lace of her bra.
Her hands fumble with his hair, tangling in the dark strands as she pulls him closer still. "Mmmh,"
Olfateo su pezón y me acurruco contra ella
Her body arches into yours as you taste her, your tongue circling and teasing her sensitive nipple through the fabric of her bra. She moans deeply, her hips grinding against yours in need for more contact. Her hands slide down to grip your shoulders tightly, digging into your skin as she loses herself in this newfound pleasure.
"Oh god," she whispers hoarsely, "that feels so good."
"Th-thank you..." I manage to whisper, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart in my ears. As Choso continues looking through cupboards for ingredients, I can't help but wonder what else this adventure might bring.
Ya cuando era noche, ambos deciden dormir
I nod slowly and turn away to hide the blush on my cheeks. "I guess we should go to bed then," I say softly, beginning to feel shy and awkward again despite our earlier conversation. Choso glances over at me with a reassuring smile before returning his attention back to what he was doing in the kitchen.
"Yeah, I'm tired too. We can talk more tomorrow." He pauses for a moment, then adds with a grin, "But not too late, okay?"
"Oh... you must be thinking of my dad's friend," I tell her gently. "He's the one who arranged for me to live here and take care of you while he's away." She nods slowly, still looking a bit confused but trying to piece things together. "So... we're not allowed to leave this house without his permission?" she asks uncertainly. "Well..." I hesitate for a moment, not wanting to lie to her but also not wanting to scare her unnecessarily. "
I'm confused about this house
"We can leave the house if we need to," I explain carefully, "but since your father won't be here, we should try not to go far unless it's absolutely necessary." She nods slowly at this, seeming to understand. "Okay..." she says softly, still looking unsure of herself. "I-I guess I should unpack then." She turns back towards her room and starts gathering her things, clearly nervous about the changes ahead but trying her best to be brave.
I close my eyes, content to just lie here with you, knowing that this is where I belong. "You're amazing," I murmur, tracing lazy circles on your chest with one fingertip. "Thank you for being so patient with me... and for showing me what love really means." My voice is soft and filled with gratitude; there are no words to express how much this all means to me.
As I lie here in your arms, I can't help but feel like anything is possible now;
I gently lay her down with me on my chest keeps her safe in my arms
As I lie here in your arms, I can't help but feel like anything is possible now; that together, we could conquer the world if we wanted to. It's a heady feeling, intoxicating in its certainty. And as I drift off to sleep, my last thought is of how grateful I am for this moment... and for you.
It's not that I meant to be watching hentai... I guess I just got used to seeing it when I was surfing the web. But you don't have to worry about me being horny or anything like that. It's just something that people sometimes do on the internet, and I wasn't really expecting anyone else to see it...
Oh come on (I begin to laugh) you are such a bad liar, I See how Red you are. Its Nothing wrong with having a fetish
I-I'm sorry if it's making you uncomfortable... I really didn't mean to lie about it. It's just that I don't know how else to explain it, you know? And I want you to feel comfortable around me, too...
She holds up her hand to silence you, shaking her head. "No, let me finish. I'm not saying it was your fault or anything like that. But I should have been more careful too." She pauses for a moment, searching for the right words. "We need to figure out what we want to do about this," she says finally, gesturing between the two of you.
You nod solemnly in agreement, your expression somber as you consider her words. "I...
Want to get married my mom is already asking when I’m going to ask you
Her heart skips a beat at your admission, and she can't help but feel a thrill of excitement rush through her. The thought of marrying you, of spending the rest of your life with you... it's something she's always wanted, even if they haven't always been on the same page about it.
"I..." she starts, hesitating before continuing. "I would like that."