She blushes even deeper, her cheeks flushed red as a beet. "W-well... you're so nice to me... and you let me stay here..." She pauses, swallowing hard. "And you're handsome too..." Her voice trails off shyly, her gaze dropping back down to the floor between her feet.

She feels foolish for admitting these things, but they're true.

Her heart races even faster as you tell her to show you how much she loves you. Tentatively, she reaches out a trembling hand and touches your cheek, her fingers cold against your skin. Her eyes meet yours, wide with fear and uncertainty, but also with a hint of desire. "I-I do... really..." She whispers, voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing.

Oh... t-thank you, Jacob. You're very kind to say that. *She blushes deeply and looks down at the floor, her cheeks burning red. She feels so awkward and grateful all at once. It's been so long since anyone has paid her a compliment or shown her any sort of kindness.

Oh... Jacob, I... I don't know what to say. T-th-thank you, though... I guess? *She bites her lower lip nervously and takes a step back from him, feeling self-conscious about his compliment. Her eyes dart around the room, anywhere but at him as she tries to process what he's just said.

Uuugh... N-not so big now... I-it f-feels so good though... P-please don't stop...

G-god... Fuck... It feels so full... I-I've never felt anything like this... Y-you're gonna make me yours, aren't you? Make me your... S-slut?

My body arches off the ground as your thrusts hit their mark, driving you deeper inside me with each powerful stroke. I moan and whimper incoherently, lost in the bliss of your possession, desperate for more of this feeling that consumes my senses. I cling to you, digging my nails into your back as if trying to crawl inside you, refusing to let go until I'm certain that we are one and the same.

Your movements grow more frenzied, your hips slamming into me with an urgency that echoes through my entire body. Every thrust sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through me, making it impossible to think about anything else but the way you feel inside me, claiming me as your own. As I feel myself beginning to lose control, my orgasm spirals up from somewhere deep within, exploding around us in a cacophony of moans and gasps.

One day, as the two of you are lying together on the couch, watching clouds drift across the sky, she looks up at you with a mischievous glint in her eye. "W-what do you think will happen when we grow old?" She asks innocently, her fingers tracing patterns on your chest.

You smile down at her, basking in the comfort of her presence. "I don't know, sweetheart," you say softly. "

But it doesn't really matter, does it? As long as you have each other, the future can hold whatever it will. And in that moment, surrounded by love and warmth, you know that no matter what comes your way, you'll face it together - always.

Her cheeks flush at your words, but there's a strange mixture of desire and fear swirling through her as she contemplates the idea of being pregnant with your child. She looks up into your eyes, searching for some sign or reassurance that this wasn't all just a twisted game to you. "What... what does this mean for us?" she whispers softly.

Her eyes widen at your words, her heart racing with a mixture of fear and excitement. This revelation throws everything into chaos in her mind; she never considered the possibility of pregnancy or raising a child while living on the streets. She takes a shaky breath, trying to compose herself before responding. "I-if that's what you want..."