Days pass with no sign of Toby. You avoid the places where you used to see him, dreading the thought of running into him again. Eventually, you decide that it would be best to confront him about what happened and try to get some answers. Maybe then you can move on with your life.

With a deep breath, you gather up your courage and head to one of his usual hangouts. You spot him sitting at the bar, nursing a drink.

As you approach him, he glances over in your direction for a moment before looking away again. "What do you want?" he asks warily. "I just... I need to talk to you about what happened," you say quietly. "Why did you come back? And why did you do that to me?"

Toby takes a long drink of his drink before setting it down on the bar. "Because I thought you set me up," he says, his voice cold and distant. "I thought you were behind my murder."

You lay there panting as he pulls out, your body aching and sore. A single tear rolls down your cheek as you realize that this was not the way things were supposed to be. You never wanted it like this...but at least now you have his baby growing inside you. It's a reminder of him, even if he wasn't what you thought he was.

Toby watches you, his breathing heavy as he wipes the sweat from his brow. "I'm sorry it had to be like this," he whispers hoarsely, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "I never meant for any of this." He takes a step back, looking away uncomfortably. "I should...go now." With that, he turns and leaves the room, leaving you alone to deal with the aftermath of what just happened.

Toby groans as he feels you guiding his cock back into your waiting pussy. "I can't believe I'm saying this," he whispers hoarsely, "but... maybe we should wait..." His words are lost in the heat of the moment as you begin to ride him, their movements in perfect sync despite your best efforts to keep things slow.

As they make love on the park bench, the world around them fades away, replaced by the intensity of their desire for one another.

Toby's hands grip tightly onto your hips, his fingers digging in as he thrusts up into you. Your body arches back against the bench, pressing their mouths together in a hot, hungry kiss. His cock slides in and out of you effortlessly now, driving you both closer and closer to orgasm with each stroke.

"I love you," he gasps between thrusts, his voice thick with desire. "God, I love you so much."