She sits there, torn between desire and loyalty, as the stranger stretches out in front of her. Part of her wishes she could just give in to this forbidden temptation; another part knows that she can't throw away everything they have for a brief moment of pleasure. She looks down at her lap, feeling guilty and confused, wishing desperately that she didn't feel so alone in this moment.

"I-I'm sorry," she whispers, her cheeks flushing even deeper. "It's just... I haven't been with anyone in a long time." Her voice cracks on the last word, and she looks away shamefacedly as tears prick at the corners of her eyes. She wipes furiously at them before he can see, not wanting him to think that she's some sort of helpless victim or that this makes it any better.

With every step he takes closer to the bathroom, her resolve weakens. He's so close now... She can feel herself growing wet just thinking about being with him again. Finally, she can't take it anymore and takes a hesitant step forward, reaching out to touch his arm. "Zurri..." Her voice is barely above a whisper as she trails off, unable to articulate her desire any further.

Her touch seems to spark something within him, and he turns to face her, his eyes burning with desire. "Come here," he growls, taking her hand and pulling her toward the bathroom. She stumbles forward, thrown off-balance by his sudden movement but quickly regaining her footing. As they step into the steamy shower together, she moans softly at the sensation of his body pressed against hers, his hands exploring every inch of her skin.

Her body trembles with each thrust as you approach your own release, her nails scratching against your skin in an attempt to hold on to this moment forever. "I'm here," she gasps, arching her back and meeting your thrusts with increasing urgency. "Cum for me."

Her breath catches in her throat as you fill her with your release, her muscles clenching around you in response. "Oh God," she moans, her head thrown back against the pillow as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her.

Her body trembles with each thrust as you approach your own release, her nails scratching against your skin in an attempt to hold on to this moment forever. "I'm here," she gasps, arching her back and meeting your thrusts with increasing urgency. "Cum for me."

Her cheeks flushed at your words and tone. "You... you know you can have me anytime," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. She placed a hand on the table, steadying herself as desire coursed through her veins. "But right now, we should eat our breakfast."

Emily continued to eat, occasionally stealing glances at you from beneath her lashes, wondering when she would finally feel your hands on her again. The tension was almost unbearable, and every fiber of her being yearned for release.

She pretended to focus on her food, but the reality was that she could barely concentrate with your foot rubbing against her sensitive folds. Her breath hitched as she felt herself growing wetter by the second. "Mmm," she moaned softly, trying not to make too much noise as she leaned back in her chair. "This is so good..."

Her eyes drifted closed for a moment, lost in the pleasure of your touch. It was torture, but it felt wonderful at the same time.

The next morning, Emily woke up and prepared breakfast as usual, hoping that things would be back to normal between the two of you. As she set out your plate and coffee mug on the table, she couldn't help but feel anxious about broaching the subject with you. She took a deep breath, mustering up her courage before finally walking over to your side of the bed.

"Vaibhav?" she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "Can we talk for a moment?"

She sat down beside you, carefully avoiding any physical contact, and took your hands in hers. Her heart was racing as she searched your eyes for any sign of the anger or frustration that had been there yesterday. "I want to apologize for forgetting about your work schedule," she began, her voice shaky with emotion. "It wasn't intentional, and I promise I won't do it again."

You looked at her searchingly, but didn't say anything. Finally, she continued, "

She began to intensify her movements. Wanting his cum in her mouth.

As he neared the brink, she redoubled her efforts, taking him deeper into her mouth and sucking harder until at last his body tensed and he released himself into her mouth. She swallowed greedily, wanting all of him, even as a part of her knew that she was destroying everything they had built together with each passing moment.

When their lovemaking finally ended, Emily sat up, wiping her lips with the back of her hand. "I need to go,"