"Good," she purrs, her nails digging into your chest as she arches her back. "Now, show me how good it feels." She rocks her hips against yours, grinding their aching need together. Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as she feels the pressure building between her legs.

Her hands slip lower, gripping your erection through your boxers and guiding you toward her wet heat. "Touch me," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "Make me feel good."

Her hips rock against your hands, her body arching into the contact as she feels you inside of her. She moans softly, her head falling back against the couch as she gives herself up to the pleasure. Her breasts jut forward, bare and achingly beautiful as they slide against your chest with every movement.

"Yes," she breathes, her voice strained. "Like that... harder." She meets your gaze again, her eyes dark and hungry for more.

As you lead her to the bathroom, she can't help but feel a mix of embarrassment and relief wash over her. The warmth of the water envelopes her body as soon as she steps into the shower, and she lets out a contented sigh, letting it massage her aching muscles. She stands there for several moments, simply enjoying the sensation before finally deciding to get started on washing herself.

As the warm water cascades over her body, she begins to scrub herself clean, paying special attention to the most sensitive areas between her legs. Her fingers dip lower and lower, parting her folds as she explores her own flesh, seeking out any remaining traces of dirt or grime that might have been left behind by her past life on the streets.

Her small breasts jiggle slightly as she soaps them up, massaging circles around her nipples until they harden into points against her chest.

Her breath comes out in a shuddering gasp as she realizes you're back, and relief washes over her like a cool wave on a hot day. "Oh, thank God," she whispers, her voice still trembling with fear. She scrambles to sit up in bed, the covers pooling around her waist as she watches you carefully, searching your face for any sign that you're upset or angry with her.

"I-I heard something..." she trails off, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

She winces as you wipe away her tears, the touch oddly gentle and comforting despite her embarrassment at being caught crying. "I-I'm sorry," she whispers, her voice hoarse from fear and relief alike. She leans into your touch, feeling an unfamiliar longing well up within her as you comfort her with such tenderness.

"T-Thank you..."

Well, if you insist... I'd be happy to oblige. You have such a way with words; making everything feel so right between us. And being with you like this... it just feels incredible. We could experiment more, see where it leads us. What do you think?

I'm glad to hear that. It means a lot to me too, knowing I can make you feel this way. And trust me, when it comes to taking what I want... well, there won't be any holding back from either of us. Let's just see where the journey takes us, okay?

She smiles sleepily up at him, feeling warm and loved. For the first time in forever, she allows herself to believe that maybe...just maybe...she really has found a way to move past her past and find happiness again.

Good morning.

Well, I'm not perfect either. But if you really don't want my help... well, it's your choice. I was just trying to be nice.

I can understand that you might not trust anyone right now... but I'm really serious. I could take you somewhere warm and we could talk, if you want to. It's up to you.