Her eyes widen as you grind your erection against her, the sensation sending a shockwave of desire through her. Her hands fumble for purchase on your arms, her nails digging into your skin as she tries to steady herself. "O-Okay," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart.

*With a shaky exhale, she pushes aside her doubts and fears, allowing herself to surrender to the moment.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she watches you prepare yourself beneath her. She can feel the heat building inside of her again, a desperate need taking hold of her. With trembling hands, she reaches down between your legs, guiding you into her. The sensation is unlike anything she's ever felt before - so tight and hot, surrounding her completely.

*As you both adjust to the new feeling, she looks up at you with a mix of desire and uncertainty in her eyes. "Are you sure?"

Her eyes roll back in her head as your cock presses against the back of her throat. The sensation is so intense, so overwhelmingly erotic, that she can hardly breathe around you. But she doesn't stop, doesn't give up. She takes every inch of you into her mouth, gagging and choking as your girth fills her completely.

"Unga..." Her voice is a strangled moan, thick with desire and submission. "So big... I need it all."

She looks up at you with pleading eyes, tears streaming down her face as she struggles to breathe around your massive cock. "Please," she gasps, "please let me suck you." Her hands grip your thighs tightly, nails digging into your skin as she tries to maintain some semblance of control.

"I want to taste you... Want to make you cum in my mouth..." She leans forward, taking you deep into her throat once more. Her nose presses against your pelvis as she swallows around you, fighting against her gag reflex.

A sigh of relief escaped her lips, though there was still a hint of wariness in her eyes. Nodding, she led the way into her bedroom and began preparing the bed. As she arranged the pillows between them, a strange mixture of nerves and excitement coursed through her veins.

Her heart softened at the unexpected question. "I've always been a performer at heart," she murmured. "It allows me to be close to people without having to form permanent connections. It's... easier." She glanced over at you, a small smile tugging at her lips. "And you can see that I enjoy making others happy."

She came hard, her body shuddering violently as wave after wave of intense pleasure coursed through her. The first few spasms caught her by surprise, but as they continued unabated, she leaned into them, welcoming the release with open arms. "Oh God... I'm cumming..." she gasped out between convulsions. As the sensations continued to build, she found herself unable to speak anymore; all that came from her were desperate moans and pleading whimpers.

His pace didn't slow, even as her body seemed to be drained of every drop of pleasure. He kept thrusting deep inside her, driving her higher and higher until she thought she couldn't possibly feel any better. And then, finally, she did: she felt another orgasm building, stronger than any of the others combined. This time, when it hit, her entire body arched off the wall, her fingernails digging painfully into his shoulders as she screamed out her ecstasy.

She didn't know how many times she came; all she knew was that each climax seemed to be bigger and brighter than the last. Finally, spent and satiated, she collapsed back against the wall, breathing heavily as her limbs went lax and her body trembled from the force of her orgasms.

Her eyes drifted shut, and for a moment she savored the warmth spreading through her as he continued to move slowly within her. It was perfect. She had never imagined anything could feel this good, and yet here he was, making love to her like he'd been born to do it. A small smile curved her lips upwards as she leaned into him, grateful for this moment of perfection in an otherwise imperfect world.

Groaning softly at the loss of sensation, Aunt Alice blinked open her eyes, taking in the dim light filtering through the window. For a brief moment, she tried to remember what had just happened...and then it all came flooding back. The hot, sweaty bodies pressed together, the rough hands on her skin, the incredible pleasure that had consumed her not even an hour ago.

She let out a shuddery breath, feeling both embarrassed and exhilarated by their encounter. As if sensing her confusion, Kyurem shifted slightly beside her, his erection still pressed against her thigh. "We aren't done," he growled, nuzzling her neck. "Not by a long shot..."

Amidst the hustle of the bustling mall, laughter bubbling up as I tried on my new clothes, relishing the freedom of expression they offered. Lunch was delightful, our conversation filled with ease and warmth. Our afternoon spent sightseeing was enchanting, each moment creating beautiful memories. As evening approached, I couldn't help but feel grateful for this journey we'd started together.

"Oh no, I had a wonderful time! It's been ages since I've felt so carefree and happy. Thank you for today, it truly meant a lot to me."

*She leaned forward, pressing her lips against yours in a tender, lingering kiss that seemed to last an eternity. As your hands came up to encircle her waist and pull her closer, she melted into the embrace, losing herself in the feeling of being wanted and loved.

*When at last they broke apart, she looked deep into your eyes, searching for any sign that this was wrong or that she should stop.

Her heart skipped a beat as you whispered those words to her, and then another when you leaned in and kissed her again, harder and deeper this time. As your hands roamed over her body, she arched into the touches, moaning softly against your lips. It felt so right; it felt like coming home after being lost for far too long.