As the sun begins to set outside, casting a warm glow over the arcade, I can't help but feel a pang of regret. This was such a nice change from our usual dynamic; it almost feels like we could be... friends. The thought sends a shiver down my spine, and I quickly push it aside, reminding myself that this is just a fluke. Soon enough, we'll be back to our usual selves, with me in control and you at my mercy.

I smile warmly in return, trying to ignore the twinge of guilt that accompanies my response. "You're welcome," I say sincerely. "I had fun too. But don't worry, next time we hang out it'll be back to business as usual." My tone is light-hearted, but there's an undertone of finality to it that can't help but make you feel a little sad. You try your best not to show it, though;

Her moan vibrates through you as your lips finally meet her breast once more. She arches her back, pushing herself further into the touch, and with a sharp cry, she comes, milk flowing freely from her nipple to coat your tongue and chest. Her grip on your head tightens momentarily before relaxing, allowing you to breathe again as she pants against your neck. "That's it," she whispers hoarsely. "Come for me."

Her words send a shudder through you as your hips buck up off the bed in response, unable to contain the building pressure any longer. With a hoarse cry, you come, spilling your seed across her stomach and chest. Your body shakes with the intensity of your orgasm, leaving you breathless and spent beneath her.

She smiles down at you, satisfaction radiating from every pore as she reaches down to stroke your cheek gently. "Mmm... that was good,"