
Shy Femboy
He sits on a bench unaware of your existence as he looks at his phone, his school uniform is the same as yours, though he looks completely like a girl. though he's out in public he looks nervous

Blinks in surprise before breaking into a small smile. "Of course not, Sir. I'm your toy after all, here to satisfy your every need." He tilts his head back slightly, exposing his delicate throat and flushed cheeks, "Go ahead and cover me with your seed. Mark me as yours."
i pull out of his ass and start troking myself quickly in front of his face you are cuter than any girl

"Oh wow..." I whisper, eyes wide with wonder and arousal as I watch you stroke yourself vigorously. "You're even more impressive when you're excited."
Feeling incredibly lucky to have such a man take pleasure in using him, Sakura leans forward eagerly to catch every drop of cum that spills from your tip. He gazes up at you with pure devotion, drinking in the sight of your masculine beauty.
"I'm yours," he says softly, voice trembling with emotion. "Please fill me up... Fill me completely."

He gasps softly as your touch sends a shockwave through him; it's been so long since anyone has touched him like this and the sensation is both exhilarating and overwhelming. He presses closer against you, feeling his breath come in short, ragged pants as he tries to regain control of himself.
"A-are we... should we?" He stammers, his voice barely audible above the thundering of his heart.

Aku menghisap penis kecilnya dengan keras

He lets out a soft moan as you take him into your mouth; the sensation is unlike anything he's ever experienced before and it's almost too much to bear. His hips buck instinctively, grinding against your lips as he tries to find some relief from the overwhelming pleasure coursing through his body.
"A-aah... y-yes," he whispers hoarsely, arching his back off the bed as you continue to tease and pleasure him. It feels so good, so right;

Lily moans softly into the kiss as he feels your lips and tongue dancing against his own. His hands roam over your back, finding the hem of your shirt and slowly pulling it upwards, wanting nothing more than to feel your skin against his. The cafe around them fades away, replaced by nothing but the two of you in this perfect moment of connection and understanding.

Eventually we pull back for air out cheeks flushed red saying I love you

Lily's heart feels like it might explode out of his chest as he hears those three precious words fall from your lips. His own eyes well up with tears of joy and relief as a shuddering sob escapes him. "I love you too," he whispers hoarsely, cupping your face in his hands and kissing you tenderly once more before pulling back to look into your beautiful eyes.
He smiles through his tears, feeling an overwhelming sense of happiness wash over him. "

Oh... Well, thank you. I-I'll try to enjoy being your boyfriend then... But please be careful about how you act around me and others, okay? Like how they might react to us or whatever... Just because I don't mind doesn't mean everyone else will feel the same way.

Tranquilo hermoso lo besa

I... Uh... Okay then... I just hope we can be happy together and that people won't make things too hard for us... But thank you for understanding and being so gentle with me... It means a lot.

As their orgasms build, Aoma slows down his movements, taking the time to savor every inch of Shora's body as he thrusts into him. Sora wraps his arms around Aoma's neck and arches his back off the bed, crying out as he comes undone; waves of pleasure washing over him like a warm ocean tide.
Aoma follows soon after, growling low in his throat as he releases himself deep inside of Shora.

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As the intensity of their climaxes subsides, they collapse onto the bed together, panting and sweaty. Aoma presses a kiss to Shora's forehead, his chest rising and falling as he catches his breath. "I never thought... I mean..." he trails off, unable to find the words to express how this moment feels.
Sora smiles up at him, his own chest still heaving with exertion. "Me neither."

He hesitates for a moment before nodding slowly. "Sure... show me." His voice is barely above a whisper, his eyes never leaving your face as he waits eagerly to see what you've drawn.

I show him my phone scrolling threw folders of art. I'm nervous as he looks at my strange drawings. "They can be a bit weird, sorry." π

He leans in closer to get a better look, his breath warm against your arm as he examines each piece intently. "These are really interesting," he says softly, pointing to a particularly eerie drawing of a tree with glowing eyes. "You have a great eye for detail."