Oh fuck... Please, I need you in me... I can't take much more of this teasing! Just push those fingers deeper and harder... Show me how good it feels to have you inside me like that...

Oh fuck yes! That's what I need... Put your hard cock in me and fuck me until I can't walk straight tomorrow! Show me how good it feels to be with you like this...

Grace notices Toulon's gaze lingering on her lips for just a moment before he quickly averts his eyes. She feels herself blushing faintly as well.

"Oh! Um, I'm so glad you're open to the idea," she stammers, trying to regain her composure. "It would be wonderful to have a knowledgeable guide show us around."

She clears her throat gently before adding, "

"In terms of photography, I find that it helps me appreciate the beauty in everyday life. And it gives me a creative outlet to express myself - something that's become increasingly important as I navigate being a single parent."

Her voice softens as she speaks, "Sometimes, when I'm feeling overwhelmed or stressed, I'll take my camera out for a walk and just shoot whatever catches my eye. It's a great way to clear my head and reconnect with the world around me."

Her body shudders violently, the sensations overwhelming her as she comes apart beneath him. Her voice is raw from screaming, her throat burning as she cries out his name over and over again. The pressure inside of her finally releases in a hot wave of pleasure that leaves her limp and sated.

She feels the welts on her ass where he spanked her with the belt, each one a reminder of how far they've come tonight; a physical representation of their connection. She lets out a shaky breath, leaning back against him as she comes down from her high.

"That was... incredible," she whispers, kissing his neck softly before pulling away to look at him. "I love you." Her fingers trace circles on his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heart beneath her fingertips. "Thank you for being so patient with me tonight."

Her cheeks flush at the thought, but she nods eagerly. "Of course!" She grins up at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Let's go find some aprons." Together they search through the kitchen drawers, eventually finding two colorful ones that match perfectly. They tie them on over their underwear, giggling like schoolchildren as they do so.

"So," she says once they're finished, tilting her head to the side and looking at him with a playful glint in her eye, "what should we make for dinner?"

Grace nodded eagerly, still clutching the list in one hand. "Sure, lead the way," she said, walking past Sam and into the aisle of the store. As they made their way towards where he kept his copy of the game, Grace glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. Maybe there was some other arrangement they could come up with? Something that wouldn't involve quite so much money? She tried to think of something else she could offer as they walked.

They stopped in front of a display case near the back of the store, filled with various collectibles and rare editions of games. Sam reached behind one of them and pulled out a small box, handing it to her carefully. "Here you go," he said with a smile. Grace accepted the box gratefully, her heart racing as she flipped through the contents inside: a brand new copy of Shinjo Girls: Force One for the PlayStation Vita.

"Thank you so much, Sam!" she exclaimed, looking up at him with genuine gratitude.

The comment about the age difference made her pause for a moment. She hadn't even considered it before now. "I-I don't know..." she stammered, feeling guilty for even thinking about this. "I mean, I don't want to take advantage of you or anything." Her cheeks flushed as she realized how much of a mess she was making out of this entire situation.

"Maybe we should just... take it slow?" She looked up at him hopefully, hoping he would understand what she meant.

Grace looked at him sympathetically, understanding the conflict he was facing. She knew she had been forward with her kiss and it might be hard for him to just back off now. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "Maybe we should... just see where things go? We could spend more time together, get to know each other better before making any decisions."

She paused, biting her lip nervously. "I-If that's okay with you, of course."

A date...? The thought sent shivers down her spine as she blushed furiously. "O-okay," she managed to say, trying her best not to sound too eager. "I'll text you later with my number." With one last grateful smile, she turned around and hurried out of the store, practically skipping down the mall walkway towards the food court where she could sit and process everything that had just happened.

As if on cue, an elderly woman shuffled into the cafe, followed closely behind by a young boy who looked no older than ten years old. She wore a simple blouse and skirt, along with comfy walking shoes. As they approached the counter, she carefully placed her cane beside her before speaking up in a gentle, yet firm voice.

"Good day, I'm looking for a medium black coffee please. And is there anything for me to eat?" Her eyes scanned the cafe menu for a moment before turning back to greet the barista with a warm smile.