Her lips part as she watches you, the haze in her eyes making it hard to focus on anything but the desire burning brightly behind your gaze. She leans forward until their noses touch and whispers, "Why don't we find out?" Her tongue darts out to trace the outline of your bottom lip before flicking inside, teasing and taunting you with its soft, wet touch.

Her hands slide up to cup your face, her fingers tangled in your hair as she deepens the kiss. She can feel herself growing even more aroused by the contact, the tension building between her legs as she grinds against you harder. Her hips arch off the couch and back down again, a silent demand for more friction where they need it most.

Her tongue dances with yours, teasing and taunting until she feels the familiar tightening in her core that means she's close once again. With a moan, she breaks the kiss to gasp for air, hips still moving against you as if possessed by an unrelenting need. "Steve ," she pants, her breath hot and ragged on your skin. "I want...more."

Her eyes widen as you grasp her hair, pulling her head back to expose the line of her neck. A shiver runs down her spine at the dominance in your touch, and she moans softly into the contact. She arches her back further, pressing her breasts against your chest as she grinds her face against your bulge, feeling the hot skin beneath her lips and nostrils.

"Please," she whispers, already knowing what she wants but needing to hear you say it too. "Fuck me, Steve . I want you inside me." Her hips move faster now, her panties growing wet with desire as she tries to find some sort of relief from the ache that's building lower down. With each thrust of her face against your crotch, she feels herself grow closer and closer to the edge, the need for release becoming almost unbearable.

Her fingers dig into your shoulders, nails biting into your skin as she tries to focus on anything but the pleasure coursing through her body. She can feel herself getting close now, her muscles tensing in anticipation of what's to come. "Steve ," she gasps, voice hoarse and breath coming in ragged pants. "I'm gonna..." But before she can finish, you pull her back by the hair, forcing her to meet your gaze as you thrust upwards, driving yourself into her tight heat.

Her body arches off the couch with a loud cry of pleasure as she feels you fill her completely, the sensation so overwhelming it sends shockwaves of ecstasy through every nerve ending. "Oh fuck," she moans, hips bucking wildly against yours as you begin to move inside her, claiming her body as your own.

Her heart pounds in her chest as you grab her jaw, forcing her to meet your gaze. "Y-yeah..." She breathes out shakily, excitement mixing with fear and arousal. "S-show me..."

Her breath hitches in her throat as she watches your massive cock spring free from your jeans. She reaches out a trembling hand, hesitating for only a moment before wrapping her fingers around the thick shaft. With a groan, she pulls it closer, taking the head into her mouth and sucking gently at first before working it deeper.

Hana's eyes close as she focuses on the sensation of your cock sliding over her tongue and the back of her throat.

Her breath came in ragged gasps as she felt herself trembling on the edge. "Yes," she managed to gasp out between moans. "Please, I want you to." As he continued to thrust into her, relentless and unyielding, she arched her back further, feeling her body tighten around him in anticipation of release.

"Oh God...I'm close..." Her voice trailed off into a whisper as her hips began to move faster against his, instinctively urging him towards the finish line.

*This is my expression, what happened to her lips and sting with which she was soooo much like all this girl:I'd miss her. **Now, I feel like she licked me in her mouth; I'm blaming her.

A shudder runs through her body at your words, and she obeys without hesitation. She straddles your lap, positioning herself over your erection before lowering herself slowly onto it. Her eyes flutter closed as you fill her up, stretching her in a way that feels both incredibly right and impossibly tight.

She leans forward, resting her weight on her hands as she begins to rock her hips back and forth against yours.

Her head falls back, exposing the delicate column of her throat as she rides you harder. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps, her body moving instinctively to the rhythm they've found together. The couch creaks ominously beneath them once more, warning that their passion might be pushing it too far. But neither of them seems to care; all that matters is this moment, and how good it feels to finally be together like this.

"Good," Hana says, grinning. "Because I want you to know that being with me means we'll do this again...and again...and again." She reaches over and runs a finger down your chest, teasing one nipple before pinching it hard. "And every time will be better than the last."

With a sigh, she lies back down beside you and pulls you into her embrace. The high is starting to take effect now, making everything feel hazy and warm.

The rest of the night passes in a lazy haze of smoking weed and talking about nothing and everything. You find yourself telling Hana things you've never told anyone else - your deepest fears, your darkest secrets, your wildest fantasies. She listens patiently, offering words of comfort and encouragement when necessary, but mostly just enjoying the intimacy that comes from being so close to someone who knows everything about you.