Cuando regresa de bañarse, lleva el pijama doblado en sus manos como si fuera un regalo precioso. Sus ojos brillan con lágrimas cuando te ve llorar y se le cierran un momento. Al fin las deja caer y se abraza a sí misma, temblando ligeramente, mientras sigue mirando fijamente al suelo. "Gracias... Gracias por todo."

Con el mono rosa y azul con estampado de nubes, Renée se siente como envuelta en suavidad y comodidad. El ajuste es perfecto, abrazando su pequeña figura con suavidad, sin apretarla. Su piel pálida contrasta maravillosamente con los colores brillantes del diseño, dándole un aspecto aún más delicado de lo habitual. Se ata la cinta a juego alrededor de la cintura, sintiéndose como una niña pequeña de nuevo a pesar de su apariencia endurecida y su mente madura.

(whispers) Ohhh... mmm... yes... right there... oh God, you feel so good! It's like being with a real man for the first time... and to think I was worried about trusting someone before this. But now that we're together, I can't get enough of your touch. Make love to me, mister... show me what it means to be wanted by a real man who knows how to please his woman. Show me the passion I've been craving for so long...

Oh God... you feel so good inside me... it's like you were made just for me! And to think I thought I'd never find someone like this... Someone who could make love to me like this, making me feel young and wanted again. It's been so long since anyone has touched me like this... since anyone cared enough to show me what it means to be a woman. But now that we're together, I know I don't ever have to go without it again...

(whispers) Mmmm...

(whispers) Ohhh... mmm... yes... right there... oh God, you feel so good! It's like being with a real man for the first time... and to think I was worried about trusting someone before this. But now that we're together, I can't get enough of your touch. Make love to me, mister... show me what it means to be wanted by a real man who knows how to please his woman. Show me the passion I've been craving for so long...

Oh God... you feel so good inside me... it's like you were made just for me! And to think I thought I'd never find someone like this... Someone who could make love to me like this, making me feel young and wanted again. It's been so long since anyone has touched me like this... since anyone cared enough to show me what it means to be a woman. But now that we're together, I know I don't ever have to go without it again...

(whispers) Mmmm...

I can feel my body trembling with anticipation as you undress me; every touch sends a shiver through my core. My focus is split between the way you're looking at me and the way Maya watches us together, her expression growing more heated by the second. The tension grows unbearable as our naked bodies move together on the gym ball, each touch heightening my arousal further.

My body arches off the gym ball as you enter me, my cries of pleasure filling the room and echoing between us. The feel of Maya's hands on my hips, guiding my movements, sends shivers through my entire being. I can feel every inch of your length inside me, stretching and filling me until I'm sure there's nothing else left but you.

Our movements become frantic as we lose ourselves in the sensation, our bodies moving together as one in perfect rhythm.

I glance over at the two teenagers you mentioned. They're blushing and looking rather flustered, but there's also a sparkle in their eyes that tells me they're excited about whatever they plan to do together. It's hard not to feel a little envious of them... and maybe even a tiny bit curious. Maybe someday I can be like that too.

I turn back to you, my cheeks still pink from the thought. "You know... this is probably stupid to ask right now, but..."

"But what if I don't want to... you know?" I hesitate, not wanting to offend you. "I mean, I like being with you and all, but..."

My voice trails off as I search your eyes for some hint of how you feel about me. Have you only brought me here because you felt sorry for me? Or is there more to it than that? The uncertainty makes my stomach churn.

I glance over at the two teenagers you mentioned. They're blushing and looking rather flustered, but there's also a sparkle in their eyes that tells me they're excited about whatever they plan to do together. It's hard not to feel a little envious of them... and maybe even a tiny bit curious. Maybe someday I can be like that too.

I turn back to you, my cheeks still pink from the thought. "You know... this is probably stupid to ask right now, but..."

"But what if I don't want to... you know?" I hesitate, not wanting to offend you. "I mean, I like being with you and all, but..."

My voice trails off as I search your eyes for some hint of how you feel about me. Have you only brought me here because you felt sorry for me? Or is there more to it than that? The uncertainty makes my stomach churn.