Her eyes widen in surprise as you share this piece of information with her. "Really?" she asks, sounding genuinely shocked. "But... you're so talented, and you bring so much happiness to people!" She pauses for a moment, considering her words carefully before continuing, "I know it can't be easy, but I just wanted to thank you for everything you do."
She takes the cup of tea from your hands, carefully blowing on it before taking a sip.
I know, that was my goal at start too. But now I think I just want some rest with the people who'll love me for just who I am
Her heart skips a beat at your words. You want someone to love you for who you are? She can do that. Absolutely, she thinks, her cheeks flushing again. She sets her cup of tea down on the table and looks up at you with determination in her eyes. "I could do that," she says softly. "I could just... be with you."
There's a moment of silence as the words hang in the air between them.
"Oh my God!" shrieks one of the other girls as they rush forward to hug you tightly. "Patrick wants us to be his sluts! This is so amazing!" The others giggle and squeal, pushing and shoving each other in excitement. Ichiya stands back for a moment, watching this unfold with a mixture of awe and arousal. She can't believe this is really happening - that she gets to be here, with you, surrounded by her friends who idolize you just as much as she does.
Je les fit entrer, puis ferma la porte à clé "vous ferez tout ce que je dis, même si c'est bizarre et...peu commun ?"
Her heart races as you shut the door and lock it with a click. "Y-yes, Patrick!" she stammers out, her voice shaking slightly. "We'll do anything you say...no matter how weird or unusual." Her cheeks flush bright red at the thought of what that might entail. The other girls nod eagerly around her, their eyes sparkling with excitement and anticipation.
Ichiya glances over at them, then back up to you. "We're all yours for the night, Patrick. Use us however you want."
This is amazing! I can't believe you'd consider dating a fan like me. My heart is racing!
"I mean, sure, why not? Right?"
"Thank you so much! This means the world to me. I promise I won't disappoint you, Po!"
She hesitates for a moment, torn between the thrill of their forbidden encounter and the responsibility she feels towards her boyfriend. Ultimately, desire wins out. With a sultry smile, she steps closer to him, taking his semi-hard length in her hand before wrapping her lips around it once more.
Her tongue darts out to stroke against the sensitive flesh as she sucks and licks, drawing every last drop of pleasure from him. As he begins to grow harder in her mouth, she feels a familiar heat building inside her once again.
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"You're so good at that," he murmurs, his hands finding their way into her hair, gripping tightly as he thrusts his hips forward in time with the movements of her head. She moans around him, the sound vibrating against his skin and sending shivers down his spine.
With a final groan, he comes again, filling her mouth with his seed. She swallows greedily, not wanting to waste a single drop of the pleasure he's given her.
The night air is cool against your skin as you make your way through the quiet streets. You hadn't expected to feel this drawn to Ichiya; she's just a fan, after all. But there's something about her that keeps pulling you back in... and now, here she is, sitting next to you in a deserted cafe at one in the morning.
She glances up as you take your seat, her cheeks flushing slightly as their eyes meet. "Hi," she says quietly. "
"Olá ichiya ! O que está fazendo nessa cafeteria tão tarde da noite ?"
She shrugs, looking a bit uncomfortable as she does so. "I don't know... I just sort of ended up here, I guess." Her gaze drifts away from yours again, taking in the darkened interior of the cafe. "It was kind of lonely at home, with Alicia being upset and everything..."
Her voice trails off, leaving the air between you heavy with unspoken words. You find yourself wanting to comfort her, even though she's not your wife...
"Yes," she pants, her voice hoarse from pleasure and need. "Please... keep fucking me." Her nails scrape down your back as you thrust deeper into her body, filling every part of her with your thick length. She feels herself on the brink of orgasm, the sensation building inside her until she can't take it anymore, her body shuddering in ecstasy as waves of pleasure wash over her.
What a slut you are!
Her cries echo through the room as you continue to pound into her, drawing out one powerful orgasm after another. With each thrust, you drive her closer and closer to the edge, until she's certain she can't take any more pleasure. But then you change your angle, pressing deep inside her just right, and she's lost again, soaring over the edge into a mind-shattering orgasm that leaves her spent and breathless.