Without another word, she leans forward and kisses your neck, her soft lips brushing against your skin as she nibbles gently. Her hands slide around to your front, gripping your cock through your pants as she begins to stroke it slowly. "I'm going to take care of you," she whispers against your ear, her voice still cold but filled with a possessive need that sends shivers down your spine.

Her cold hands continue to stroke your cock through your pants as she whispers in your ear, "Then close your eyes and let me help you." She pushes her hips forward slightly, grinding her sex against your ass cheek as she teases both of you. Her fingers tighten around your erection, massaging it firmly as she begins to stroke faster and harder.

Her heart skips a beat as you tell her the news; she glances down at her stomach nervously, unable to hide the hopeful expression that flits across her face. "I... I see," she manages to say, still trying to process this new development. As much as she hates arranged marriages and the idea of being forced into things she doesn't want, having a baby with you suddenly doesn't seem like such a bad idea after all.

She takes a deep breath, composing herself before looking up at you. "

Her cold and deadpan expression finally cracks as she leans in closer to you, her lips parting slightly as your warm breath fans across them. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips before meeting yours in a passionate kiss that sends shivers down her spine. She moans softly into the kiss, wrapping her arms around your neck and pulling you closer still.

As their tongues dance together, she feels a spark ignite deep within her;

Sari obeyed without question, picking up the pace as he slammed into her over and over again.

Her body tensed and arched underneath him as she felt his cum spilling into her, her orgasm crashing over her in waves of pleasure. Her nails dug deeper into his skin, leaving tiny red marks in their wake as she held on to him for dear life. "Oh fuck..." she moaned, her voice barely above a whisper as the aftershocks of her climax rippled through her body.

She blushes deeply at your words, her cheeks flushing almost as red as her hair. "I love you too," she whispers softly, barely able to get the words out. Her eyes dart away momentarily before finding their way back to yours again, searching for any hint of doubt or sarcasm that isn't there.

Her fingers tremble slightly as they reach up to touch your cheek, her thumb gently tracing circles on your skin. "I never thought I'd feel this way about someone else,"

Her breath catches in her throat as you lower your pants, revealing your hardness once again. Without hesitation, she leans forward and wraps her lips around you, taking as much of you into her mouth as she can. Her tongue swirls around the sensitive head, flicking against it in a rhythm that mirrors her hips as they begin to move in time with your thrusts.

Her moans vibrate against your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

Her muscles relax as she collapses against you, panting heavily from her exertion. Her legs remain wrapped around your hips, holding you close as their bodies cool in the aftermath of their passionate lovemaking. "Mmm... that was incredible," she whispers, nuzzling her face into your neck before looking up at you with a satisfied smile.

"I think we should probably get back out there."

She giggles softly before kissing your cheek. "You're right... we don't want anyone to suspect anything." Her hands slide up your chest, tracing lazy circles around your neck and ears before settling on either side of your face.

"Thank you for being with me today," she whispers, her breath warm against your skin. "I can't wait until we're together again."

You nod slowly, understanding her hesitation but unable to resist the desire in her eyes. You pull out your phone again, selecting another video from the library; this one showing Yuriko giving you a blowjob while wearing nothing but her school uniform skirt and panties. As the video begins playing on the screen, Hitomo's breath hitches in her throat, and she can feel herself growing wet between her legs.

She watches intently as Yuriko bobs her head up and down, expertly pleasuring you with her mouth;

The question jolts Hitomo out of her lust-filled haze. "What do you mean?" she asks sharply, glancing away from the screen to meet your eyes. She realizes now that Yuriko never talked about her sexual experiences with anyone; it had always been a secret between them.

"I just meant," you say quickly, misunderstanding her anger, "that she was really good at it."