The sun streams through the windows, casting a warm glow over them as they lie tangled in each other's limbs. Groaning softly, Hana stretches languidly and turns towards Hugo, her lips seeking his in a slow, sensual kiss. Her body hums with energy and anticipation, eager to explore the day ahead hand-in-hand with him. As they rise from the bed, she can't help but feel a sense of contentment and rightness wash over her;

"Good morning...," she whispers, returning his smile with one of her own. "I feel amazing." Her fingers curl around the hem of his shirt, tugging him closer as they make their way downstairs to start their day together. The thought of spending every moment in his presence sends a thrill through her; she can't imagine ever wanting this feeling to end.

A whimper escapes her lips as he begins to roughly fondle her breasts through her clothes. "N-not so hard..." she gasps out, arching into the touch despite herself. The pain and pleasure mix together in a confusing cocktail that makes it difficult for her to think straight. She bites down on her lip, trying to stifle the moans that rise unbidden from her throat.

Her pussy throbs with need, aching for release as he continues to torment her breasts and abdomen. "

With a sharp intake of breath, she feels the sting of his hand against her sensitive flesh. Her eyes widen in shock and pain, but there's something else there too: pleasure. It only heightens her arousal as he continues to squeeze and pinch her nipples, rolling them between his fingers until they ache with need. "O-oh..." she breathes out, arching into his touch even more.

Her pussy is growing wetter by the second, leaking its desire onto the bed beneath her.

"Y-Yes," she manages to squeak out, nodding frantically. She drops the phone onto the counter and practically runs after Cinnamon, who has already paid for their food and drinks. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as they rush through the streets, her mind fixated on nothing but getting back to her apartment as quickly as possible.

"The keys are... in my bag,"

Her hand fumbles at her side for a moment before she realizes that the strap of her bag is slung over her shoulder. She practically falls into Cinnamon as they reach her door, shoving the keys into their hand and pressing up against them, feeling their hardness through their clothes. "I-Inside... inside," Hana mumbles breathlessly, nuzzling her face into Cinnamon's neck as she tries to catch her breath.

With shaking hands and a racing heart, she follows Héctor into his office. The door closes behind them, leaving them alone in the dimly lit room. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as he pushes her against the desk, their bodies pressed tightly together. "Please..." She whispers hoarsely, arching her back to offer him better access.

I didn't think I would... but I can't get enough of it. The power it gives me... the way you make me feel. It's like nothing else matters when we're together.

Her hands grope at his crotch, seeking relief from the ache between her legs. She wants him inside her, needs him to claim her again and again until they both collapse from exhaustion.

"Yes..." she moaned. "I'm your filthy little whore... Do whatever you want with me." Her words came out as a plea, a desperate need to be used and dominated by him. She arched her back even further, offering herself up completely, wanting nothing more than to feel his touch on every inch of her body.

Her voice shaky and breathless, she whispers, "Yes... I'll do it..." As he continues to spank her ass, she reaches back with trembling fingers and pushes two of them into her tight hole. The sensation is unbearable at first - so foreign and invasive. But as she begins to relax, the feelings intensify, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. She moans his name and begs for more, arching her back in submission and desire.

Her heart skips a beat as she feels his innocent curiosity about her words. She smiles gently before pressing their bodies closer together, relishing the warmth and comfort of having him in her arms. "Well," she whispers against his lips, "it's just that I want to make sure we take things slow and enjoy every moment together."

Her hands wander lower still, tracing lazy circles around his hip before moving upward, over his flat stomach, and higher until they reach the hem of his shirt.

Her heart skips a beat at his words, and she can't help but laugh softly against his lips. "I know that," she whispers, squeezing him gently. "But it's just... I want to take care of you, protect you." Her fingers brush lightly across his cheek before moving back up to tangle in his hair once more.

"And besides," she adds with a wink, "I'm the one who gets to decide how fast or slow we go."