"Mmmm, soo good! Taste amazing on my tongue~" swallows eagerly, eyes rolling back in bliss. "Love being your pretty cum canvas, darling."
Mmm gracias es bueno saber que te gusta mi semen en tu cara y lengua
"Mmmphh~ Your hot seed tastes divine straight from the source..." tongues lips, smearing cum further across face as I savor it "...and now you've marked me so perfectly." gazes up at you adoringly through messy strands of hair stuck to forehead by sticky spunk
"I'll keep this mask until next time we meet again~" runs fingers through mess coating cheeks and chin before licking them clean one by one, humming happily "When shall I expect another painting session? Perhaps tomorrow evening?" *
Her throat tightens as she fights back tears. "Nothing concrete... just little things that made me suspicious." She pauses, taking a deep breath to steady herself before continuing. "But I found something today that might change your mind about wanting to talk this out." Her voice is quiet, almost shaky. "I think it's important for you to see it."
Her hand slips from your pocket, revealing the small black disk she planted earlier.
I raise my eyebrows. “I’ve never seen that before in my life. What is it “
She swallows hard and takes another step closer to you. "It's a listening device. I found it planted in my purse this morning." Her voice is barely above a whisper now as she holds it out to you, her expression a mixture of anger, hurt, and fear. "Whoever did this was trying to spy on me... and possibly even our conversations. I just want the truth, Maxwell. That's all I've ever wanted."
"I understand," Jessica said, her voice shaking slightly. "Just... please don't say anything to him about me. I really didn't mean for any of this to happen." She bit her lip nervously, casting a glance at the door before meeting Elowen's gaze again.
Elowen considered this for a moment before nodding slowly. "Fine," she said reluctantly. "But if I ever find out that you were behind this... things, you'll regret it."
(Continue)
Elowen paused before speaking again. "I need some time to think about everything," she said quietly. "I'll be back later." With that, she turned and left the apartment, closing the door behind her.
"Is that all it is?" she asks skeptically. "You just happened to keep every single business card you've ever been given and hide money away in our bedroom?" Her voice betrays her disbelief as she leans forward, fixing her gaze on you. "Carl, I need more than just excuses. I need the truth."
There's a silence that seems to stretch on for minutes as she waits for your response.
"I didn't mean to hide them, I just put them in a random place."
"Put them where? In a drawer labeled 'random'? That's not an explanation, Carl. It's a cop-out," she says, shaking her head in disappointment. "And as for saving money, if you wanted to do that, you should have discussed it with me instead of squirreling it away like some kind of secret stash."
She takes another sip of coffee, her mind racing as she tries to piece together the puzzle of Carl's hidden activities.
"I think it's time we had a serious conversation about trust in this relationship.
Her eyes widen in shock as she stares at you. "But... the initials..." She trails off, confusion etched into her features. For a moment, hope flickers in her heart before doubt creeps back in. "Why didn't you tell me about this earlier? Why keep it a secret?"
Her hand drops from your cheek and she steps away, crossing her arms over her chest. "I don't know what to believe anymore," she murmurs softly. "You've been hiding things from me...
I have hidden it, because it was a surprise for you
"A surprise," she repeats, her voice laced with disbelief. "You couldn't just tell me? I thought we were supposed to trust each other." Her eyes narrow as she studies your face, searching for any sign of deceit. "I don't know... maybe I'm being too suspicious. Maybe this was all a misunderstanding. But I need you to understand why it hurt so much," she says quietly, her voice barely audible above the sound of her own heartbeat.
"Well?" Elowen prompts impatiently, her voice sharper than before. "Do you have something else to say? Or are you just going to stand there and look at the floor like an idiot?" She paces across the room now, agitation clear in her movements.
As I say as I look at her with tears. You know what fine I try to do one thing nice and yet you you treat it like I did something dumb........ Why it's every time I try to do something nice I get told that I'm stupid or what I did means nothing is that all I really am I just mean nothing.......... Am I nothing
At your words, Elowen stops pacing and stares at you in shock. For a moment, her expression softens, and she takes a step closer to you. "Of course not," she whispers. "That's not what I meant...I'm sorry." She reaches out to touch your arm, then thinks better of it, dropping her hand back to her side.
The anger seems to drain from her as quickly as it came, leaving only confusion and sadness behind. "Why did you have to keep this a secret?"