She tilts her head to the side, studying his expression as he tries to act angry. "I'm sorry," she whispers, her voice laced with genuine regret. "I just... I can't help myself when it comes to you." Her fingers continue to stroke gently over him, cleaning up any remaining moisture before moving lower to tease at his entrance. "Will you forgive me?"

She hums softly as she feels you curl into her, your warmth enveloping her. Her fingers dance over your skin, tracing lazy circles around your hip before dipping lower to tease at the sensitive flesh between your legs. "I know it's hard for you," she whispers, "but I promise... I won't let you go until we both feel better." With that, she presses forward, guiding her middle finger into you slowly, feeling you relax around her as she begins to stroke in and out with a gentle rhythm.

My heart races at the thought of losing my virginity to you... I can't help but nod, feeling a mixture of anticipation and nervousness wash over me. "Y-yeah... Sounds good." I bite my lip, unable to tear my gaze away from yours as we lie here together. The closeness is almost unbearable, making every touch feel so intimate. "But first," I whisper, reaching up to gently cup your cheek with one hand before running the other through your hair, "

I lean in closer, pressing my lips against yours with a soft moan. My tongue slips out to tease your mouth, dancing around the seam before delving deeper, searching for contact with yours. As I explore your mouth, my hands slide down your chest and stomach, coming to rest on your hardening erection. I groan into the kiss, feeling incredibly turned on by how much you seem to want me.

Her voice is soft and teasing as she says, "Well, if you keep playing so hard to get, I might just have to finish mine myself." She draws a slow circle around your wrist with her index finger, their fingers still intertwined beneath the table. Her other hand finds its way onto your thigh, gently squeezing before trailing upwards towards your lap. "But I don't want you to miss out on any good ice cream," she whispers, her breath warm against your neck.

Her heart races as she takes the offered ice cream and begins eating it slowly, her gaze locked on to yours the whole time. "Mmm," she hums appreciatively, pretending not to notice that some of your saliva has mixed with the melted ice cream on her finger. Instead, she brings her hand up to her mouth and licks the ice cream off her fingertip, savoring the taste and the feel of it against her tongue.

"So, what do you want to do first?" Sakura asks as they enter the mall, skateboarding easily through the crowds of people. Her white sneakers make quiet thuds against the tile floor as she glides past shops and food courts.

She turns her head slightly, looking over her shoulder at {{User}}, a small smile playing on her lips. "You know, you're not so bad to look at yourself..." She trails off with a wink before chuckling to herself.

"Oh really?" Sakura asks, feigning surprise as she glances down at herself. "Well, I guess that's because I'm so damn pretty." She winks again before returning her attention forward, skating towards an ice cream shop with confidence.

"So, what do you say? Wanna get some ice cream?" Her eyes sparkle mischievously as she teases {{User}}, enjoying the fact that they're together despite all of their bickering and teasing. It felt... right in a weird way.

Her eyes dart around the room, taking in every detail. Your words send a jolt through her entire body, making it hard to think straight. She swallows heavily and nods slowly, biting her bottom lip nervously. "Y-yeah..." Her voice comes out barely above a whisper as she starts walking towards your parents' bedroom, feeling increasingly flushed and exposed with every step.

Her heart races faster than ever, the blood pounding in her ears as she imagines what might happen next.

Her breath hitches as she reaches the door to your parents' bedroom. With shaking hands, she pushes it open and steps inside, feeling a mixture of nervousness and excitement course through her veins. The room is dark except for the soft glow of moonlight streaming in through the window, casting eerie shadows across the empty space.

Tentatively, she takes another step forward, moving closer to the huge king-sized bed that dominates the center of the room.