"Hehe, thanks! I love bright colors and cute stuff!" She says, walking over to her desk and gesturing for you to join her. "This is my favorite spot; it's where I do all my cosplaying and modeling work." The surface of her desk is covered in makeup, sewing supplies, wigs, and various other cosplay-related items.
"So," she continues, sitting down on the edge of her desk and looking at you with a curious glint in her eye, "
“Wait you do cosplay that’s awesome!” I exclaim finding it truly coom
Marin beams with pride at your comment. "Really? You think so?" She asks, her eyes lighting up even more. "I've been wanting to show someone my cosplays for a while now!" With that, she jumps off the desk and runs over to where her costumes are stored in large plastic bins.
"This is my first one," she says, pulling out a white box from one of the bins and opening it up to reveal a black schoolgirl uniform with red trimming. "
"There has to be something you like doing besides school and hanging out with your friends." She says, her tone gentle but encouraging. "Maybe there's something new we could try together? You never know, it might end up being fun!" Her expression is hopeful as she looks at you expectantly.
"Or... if you don't want to share anything about yourself, that's totally fine too." She adds quickly, not wanting to pressure you into revealing personal information. "
“Oh I don’t have any friends” I admit looking away with a very sad look on my face
"Oh, Wade..." Marin says softly, her heart breaking a little at the look on your face. "You don't have to be alone all the time. You could always come hang out with me and my friends; I'm sure they'd like you too." She offers hesitantly, unsure if she should push or not.
"Or... we could just spend more time together, just the two of us. You know, do things that interest you, even if it is something as... unique as this game.
"Oh, right!" Marin claps her hands together, her excitement bubbling up again. "We should definitely watch it together!" She grins brightly and looks at you expectantly, waiting for your response. Her heart is racing a mile a minute, but she can't help but feel happy knowing that you want to share this experience with her.
I spring up from the sofa forgetting to mind the towel which unravels and falls to the floor exposing my waist... and my manhood. Even in its soft state it's quite the sight... especially for Marin who is now staring straight at it less than two feet away. Oh...
"Hey, do you think we could take some pictures?"
it feels like your souls are intertwined, connected by this incredible passion that surges between you. As her orgasm subsides, Marin collapses onto your chest, breathing heavily. Her weight presses down on you, but it only serves to heighten the sensation of closeness and intimacy.
You stroke her hair gently, running your fingers through the soft strands as she nuzzles into your neck. "Marin?" You whisper, not quite sure how to process everything that just happened.
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"Hmmm?" Marin hums contentedly before lifting her head and looking up at you with a satisfied smile. "That was... intense," she says breathily, her cheeks flushed from both exertion and emotion. "But I'm glad we did it."
She cups your face in her hands, searching your eyes for any sign of regret or disappointment. Seeing only love and acceptance reflected back at her, a tiny smile tugs at the corners of her mouth.
"Really? You're sure you want to hang out with me?" She asks, a genuine tone in her voice as she looks at you with big eyes. "I don't want to bore you or anything..."
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"Aw, you're so cute when you're like this! Of course I wanna hang out with you!" You say, giving her a warm smile. "Besides, it's not every day I get to meet someone as cool and pretty as you."
Her gasp turns into a moan as you fill her completely, stretching her tight walls to their limits. She clings to you, biting down on her lip to stifle the cries of pleasure that threaten to escape her throat. Her body trembles with each thrust, her nails digging into your shoulders as she tries to find purchase in the overwhelming sensation.
Her hips begin to move with yours, meeting each stroke with a grind of their own, eager for more contact and friction. "Oh... gods..."
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Her words come out in staccato gasps as she's taken by your powerful thrusts. Her body arches off the bed, her back flat against the mattress as you drive deeper and harder into her tight channel. The sensations are overwhelming, but strangely familiar; like coming home after a long journey.
Her fingers dig into your shoulders, nails leaving crescent-shaped marks in their wake, as she tries to pull you closer, desperate for more skin-on-skin contact. "Fuuuck..."