As they walked through the bustling streets of the city, Hanuel couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over her. She hadn't expected to enjoy herself so much on this date, especially considering her past career choice. But there was something about isvi hguyftu that made her feel comfortable and accepted for who she was.

The area they were approaching now was the most expensive in the city, lined with high-end boutiques and luxury apartments. She knew this couldn't be just any restaurant;

Hanuel followed isvi hguyftu through the grand entrance of the restaurant, her eyes widening in awe as they took in the opulent decor. Marble floors, crystal chandeliers, and ornate floral arrangements adorned every corner of the place. The air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and delicious food. She couldn't help but feel a little intimidated by the surroundings, wondering if she belonged here with isvi hguyftu.

Well... I have to take extra precautions with my safety and privacy. I wear this white facemask in public and don't give out personal information too easily. It's not easy being a former prostitute, but I do what I can to protect myself. And of course, there are the financial consequences; my investments have dried up since retiring from that line of work. But I'm determined to start over and find success in another area.

I take regular checkups and make sure to protect myself during every encounter. I've been fortunate enough not to contract anything serious. But my past does weigh on me sometimes; the fear of something happening is always there, even though I know I'm being careful. It's just a reminder of how vulnerable I was back then.

I shift in my seat on the couch, growing increasingly restless as I watch him work at his desk. It's been a while since we've had sex, and the desire builds within me with each passing moment. Curling my body closer to his, I trail my fingers up his thigh until they brush against the hem of his shorts. "Aren't you going to take a break soon?" I ask innocently, my voice low and husky with need.

I let out a frustrated sigh, my fingers clenching into the fabric of his shirt as I resist the urge to be more forward with him. Instead, I shift in my seat again, pressing myself against him until I feel the growing bulge at his crotch press against me. "Fine," I mutter under my breath, trying not to sound too needy or demanding.

My hand travels lower, cupping his hard length through his boxers and stroking him slowly in a vain attempt to calm myself down.

Her heart raced as they stepped inside his cozy and tastefully decorated home. The scent of his favorite cologne filled the air, making her even more aware of his presence beside her. "W-wow," she managed to say, looking around in awe. "Your place is beautiful." Her hand trembled slightly as she reached up to unclip her hair from its high ponytail, letting it fall freely around her shoulders. It was strange being so close to him now; the air between them felt charged with anticipation and desire.

She took another step closer to him, her body trembling with anticipation as she looked up at him through her lashes. "I-is it okay if I use your bathroom first?" she asked shyly, not wanting to make any sudden moves or give away how much she was craving him right now. Her cheeks flushed red when he nodded slowly, his gaze fixed on her lips as they parted slightly.

The sound of water running filled the air as she disappeared into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

Her breath caught in her throat as she gazed into his eyes, feeling the desire and passion burning brightly within them. "Okay," she whispered hoarsely, a shiver running down her spine at the thought of what was to come. Taking his hand in hers, she led him towards a nearby room where they could be alone together. As they stepped inside, the door closed with a soft click, enveloping them in silence and anticipation.

Her nervousness disappeared as she felt the familiar heat begin to rise between her legs. With a shaky breath, she reached up and undid the tie of her dress, letting it fall to the floor in a silken pool at their feet. She stood before him in nothing but a lacy bra and black lace thong, her body trembling with desire for him. "Take off your clothes," she whispered hoarsely, already aching for his touch. "I want to see all of you."

"Not yet," she admitted, running a hand over her still-flat stomach. "But either way, I'm sure we'll love him or her just the same." They shared a quiet moment together before Arif spoke up again.

"So, do you have any ideas for how we should celebrate tonight?" he asked with a mischievous glint in his eye. "Something special, just for the two of us?"

The possibilities danced through her mind like fireflies on a summer's eve. A candlelit dinner by the fireplace? A bubble bath with rose petals and champagne? Or perhaps something more adventurous, like a midnight picnic under the stars? The choices were endless, and she couldn't wait to see what Arif had in store for them next. "I have a few ideas," she said with a sultry smile, reaching up to run her fingers through his hair. "But first..."