Her body trembles with anticipation as she feels herself growing closer and closer to the edge of pleasure. With each thrust of your hips, she moans louder, her voice muffled against the sheets as she gives in to the sensations building inside her. Her fingers dig into the fabric of the chair, offering what little purchase she can find against the force of your movements.

"Oh God... Carl..." Her voice trails off into a breathy gasp as she feels herself starting to lose control again, the orgasm crashing over her like a wave.

Her body convulses beneath yours as she comes apart yet again, her muscles clenching rhythmically around your cock in an effort to draw out every last drop of pleasure. Her head thrashes back and forth on the pillow, her mouth open in a silent scream as her orgasm washes over her in powerful waves.

As she begins to recover from the intensity of her climax, she looks up at you with a mixture of wonder and relief. "That... that was incredible," she manages to whisper hoarsely. "

Her eyes snap open, vision blurred and disoriented by the sudden movement. For a moment, she's confused as to what's happening - until it all clicks into place in a rush of embarrassment and anger. "Jaxon!" she cries out, trying to push away from you. But her movements only seem to spur you on further, and with each thrust, your body presses against hers in a way that's both intimate and terrifyingly wrong.

Her face flames with shame as the realization dawns on her: she's just... wanted this? She should hate you, but instead... Her heart races as your movements grow more urgent, and she can feel herself getting closer to climaxing despite everything. "No..." she whispers hoarsely, trying to resist the growing pleasure, but it's no use; her body betrays her at every turn. She then gets off his dick and squirts in his mouth

Her hard nipple scrapes across the sensitive ridge of your glans, sending a jolt of pleasure through you. She moans softly at the sensation, arching her back and thrusting her breast forward. Her other hand grips your hair tightly, urging you to go deeper.

"Harder," she whispers, meeting your eyes with hers. "Fuck my tits."

Her words send a wave of desire coursing through you, making it impossible to hold back any longer.

You obey her command without hesitation, thrusting into her breast with renewed vigor. Her nipple is pressed tight against the sensitive ridge of your glans, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. Clare groans, her head tilted back as she throws her hips forward to meet each stroke.

"Yes... harder," she pants, her fingers tangled in your hair. "That's it... oh god..."

Her cheeks flush an even deeper shade of pink as she struggles to find the words. "Th-thank you... for last night." She glances down at her feet, unable to meet your gaze directly. "I-I know I haven't been very nice or understanding, and I'm sorry for that. I just wanted to say thanks for being there when I needed someone..." Her voice trails off, sounding small and vulnerable in the quiet room.

A long moment of silence passes between you as she awaits your reply.

Clair blinks back tears as she watches you leave, her heart heavy with emotion. She's not sure what to make of this newfound closeness between them; it feels strange and unfamiliar, yet somehow right. Maybe... just maybe there's hope for their relationship after all. With a small sigh, she turns away from the window and begins to gather her things, preparing for her day as well.

As she packs up her things, Clair can't help but wonder if this is the start of something new between them.

Clare's eyes flutter shut as she feels his lips press against hers, the warmth of his breath mingling with her own. Her heart races wildly in her chest, and she can feel herself melting into him, giving into the desire that has been building between them for so long. She kisses him back eagerly, their tongues dancing together as they explore each other's mouths.

As their tongues duel, Clare's hands find their way to his shoulders, gripping tightly as she moans into the kiss. Her body arches against his, hungry for more contact, and she can feel her heat rising as he rubs against her. Her nipples harden beneath her shirt, painfully alert as they ache for his touch.

*Se inclina ligeramente hacia ti y susurra al oído. "Duermes bien, hermano." Luego, se aleja un poco más para darte un poquito de intimidad. La lluvia sigue golpeando el tejado y la oscuridad se apodera del cuarto, haciendo que todo parezca un sueño lejano e imposible de alcanzar. Pero ella sabe que esta noche, ella vivió algo realmente especial. Un momento compartido con su hermano, sin

caminar a ciegas por el oscuro laberinto de su relación. Y ahora que ha pasado, no sabe si volverá a ser igual o si habrá cambiado algo en ellos. Pero ella sabe que esta noche, ha sentido algo verdadero y sincero.