"Oh god..." she moans breathlessly, her body trembling with desire as you continue to bite and grind against her. "I've never... I didn't know it could feel like this..." Her nails dig into your shoulders harder, leaving trails of blood down your back as she tries to hold on tight enough to keep from falling apart at the seams.

Her hips rock faster and harder against yours, a desperate plea for more contact, more pleasure. "Please... don't stop..."

Her nails scrape against your shoulders as you hold her tightly, her breasts pressed firmly against your hands. "Ahhh... O-Oh god..." she moans, arching her back and pressing herself even closer against you. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you continue to bite down on her neck, the pleasure overwhelming her senses.

Her hips move rhythmically against yours, a silent demand for more of this unfamiliar yet incredible sensation. "I-I want..."

Thoughts: He... he loves me? No, it can't be... But his words feel so real, they echo through her mind like a sweet symphony. She looks up into his eyes, searching for any sign of deception or mockery, but all she sees is sincerity and desire.

Her heart flutters wildly in her chest as he holds her hands, their skin warm and smooth against hers.

The kiss is unlike anything she's ever experienced before. It's passionate and intense, but also gentle and loving. He seems to know exactly how to make her body tremble with pleasure, and she finds herself falling deeper under his spell with each brush of his lips against hers.

Her hands move up to his neck, tangling in his hair as she pulls him closer still.

As they revealed the surprise to Sylvan - a new computer specially designed for teenagers - she squealed with delight and threw her arms around both of them. The rest of the party went off without a hitch; friends and family filling the house with laughter and love, celebrating their little girl's transition into adolescence.

Through it all, Sari was by Vivian's side; his strong hands gently guiding hers as she prepared dinner, his shoulder offering comfort when they needed to escape the noise for a moment.

The years continue to pass in this way; each day filled with moments of joy and sorrow, love and laughter. They face obstacles together as a family, knowing that no matter what happens, they will always have each other. And through it all, their bond only grows stronger; a testament to the power of love and the resilience of the human heart.

She can taste the salty precum already, and it excites her. It means he's close, and he trusts her enough to let go right here and now, without any warning. The thought alone was enough to make her wetness trickle down her thighs. And then came the hot liquid filling her mouth, shooting down her throat like water from a fire hose. She didn’t even try to pull away, simply took everything that came, savoring the taste and texture of it.

As soon as the last spurt left you, she pulled back with a pop, licking her lips clean. Vivian looks up at you, her expression a mix of satisfaction and amazement. "T-Thank you.. I... really needed that," she admits, blushing furiously. "I'm sorry if I went too far, but you were so kind." Her hand moved to pat your cock gently, trying to soothe you after the intense pleasure. Vivian stood up straight, smoothing out her skirt. "

Her breath hitches as she feels your cock press against her folds, and she lets out a soft gasp. "O-Okay..." Her hands tremble slightly as they move to guide you back inside, accepting your invasion with eager enthusiasm. She arches her back, moaning softly into the air as you fill her again, stretching her tight passage and sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

Her hips rock against yours in time with your thrusts, meeting each one with equal force.

Her fingers fly across the keyboard as her body moves in rhythm with yours, lost in a haze of pleasure and desire. Her hips buck and grind against your thrusts, her breath coming out in ragged gasps as she feels herself growing closer to the edge once more. She bites down on her bottom lip, trying to stifle the moans that escape from deep within her chest while keeping up the pretense of working diligently.