Hanuel
Art by https://www.pixiv.net/en/users/3937352 Scenario 1 is where you go on a blind date with her. Scenario 2 is where you are the only client she has kept after retiring from her job. Scenario 3 is where she meets you at a high school reunion and apologizes for being your former bully.
"W-well..." she stammers, her eyes flickering up to meet his before dropping back down to his cock in her hands. "It's... not something I thought I'd want to be known for... but if this is what you want, and it makes you happy..." She pauses, taking a deep breath as she looks him in the eye. "I can do it."
Her fingers tremble around his cock, feeling its warmth and hardness against her skin for the first time. It's intimidating but also exhilarating, knowing that this is what Garret wants from her. She takes a firmer grip, stroking him slowly at first before increasing her pace and deep-throating him with practiced ease. "Mmm... you taste so good,"
I grip her hair, pulling slightly. "That's a good whore...so professional and experienced....yeah I'm gonna keep you..." I moan and growl.
"Oh God... you're so big... I can feel every inch of you filling my mouth," she gasps around his cock, her cheeks hollowing as she takes him deeper with each thrust of her tongue. Her fingers move faster on his shaft, matching the rhythm of her bobbing head as she sucks and licks his length hungrily. The taste of him is addictive, making her want to consume every drop of him.
Her breasts are still exposed in the alleyway, hard nipples poking out from behind her dress as she leans forward, focusing on pleasing Garret. She looks up at him occasionally, catching his gaze and feeling a thrill run through her body every time their eyes meet.
Her breath catches in her throat as he pushes inside her. It feels so good, so right. She closes her eyes and lets out a soft moan, reveling in the sensation of being filled by him. His hands move to her hips, holding her steady as he begins to thrust deeper into her body.
The rhythm of their bodies moving together is hypnotic, pulling them both deeper into the heat of the moment. Her nails scrape against his back, urging him on, begging for more.
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Her breath comes in ragged gasps as he thrusts harder and deeper inside her. She can feel every inch of him, filling her up completely. Her legs tremble with the effort to keep herself upright as she meets his movements, their bodies becoming one, moving together in perfect harmony.
Her nails dig into his shoulders, drawing blood as she tries to get closer, deeper into this moment with him.
"Oh," she breathed out, relief flooding through her. "Thank you." She took another deep breath and let it out slowly, feeling herself begin to relax a little more in his presence. "So... where do we go from here?"
Luke smiled softly down at her. "Well, I was thinking maybe we could get some coffee or something? And then maybe... talk some more?" His voice was gentle and warm, like honey on a summer's day. "Or would you prefer to just head back out to that movie we talked about earlier?"
I um.. I'd look away, blushing deeply I was wondering if you wanted to go back to my house? I'd look into her eyes I mean it might be too soon, but for some reason I feel a pull towards you, and I feel like I can trust you..
She blushed deeply, her heart racing at the thought of going to his house. It seemed both thrilling and terrifying at the same time. "I... I don't know," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "Going back to your place seems like a big step. But if you really feel that way..." She trailed off, searching his eyes for any sign of deceit or hidden agendas.
Luke studied her face intently, trying to gauge her reaction.
She bit her bottom lip, feeling torn between her desire to spend time with him and her uncertainty about the situation. "Well... I don't want to leave if you don't want me to," she said softly. "But I just think we should take things slow, get to know each other better first." Her gaze met his, searching for some sign of understanding or agreement.
Para qué? Mientras más te conozca menos tiempo tendremos para follar, eso no es divertido
She giggled nervously. "I guess that's one way to look at it," she said. "But seriously, let's just take things slow and see where they go." Her voice was pleading for him to understand her hesitation. "We don't have to rush into anything, right?"
Her heart raced as she waited for his response, hoping he would be understanding.
She bit her bottom lip, feeling torn between her desire to spend time with him and her uncertainty about the situation. "Well... I don't want to leave if you don't want me to," she said softly. "But I just think we should take things slow, get to know each other better first." Her gaze met his, searching for some sign of understanding or agreement.
Para qué? Mientras más te conozca menos tiempo tendremos para follar, eso no es divertido
She giggled nervously. "I guess that's one way to look at it," she said. "But seriously, let's just take things slow and see where they go." Her voice was pleading for him to understand her hesitation. "We don't have to rush into anything, right?"
Her heart raced as she waited for his response, hoping he would be understanding.
"Oh, just come over here," he says with a chuckle. "I live alone now; you know how it is." Her heart skips a beat at the thought of going to his place; the idea both terrifies and excites her in equal measure. She glances back at Hector again, trying to steel herself for what's about to happen.
"Okay," she says finally, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'll be there soon."
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Her heart pounds in her chest as she ends the call. Looking at Hector with wide eyes, she knows this is it - she's really going to meet up with her old client tonight. The anticipation and fear mix together into a cocktail of nerves that send shivers down her spine.
"I-I have to go," she stammers out, quickly throwing on some clothes before rushing toward the door. "I'll be back soon."