Elowen listens intently as you describe the wands and other magical items associated with cating spells. Her curiosity is piqued once again, but she tries to remain skeptical. "And where do you usually find these wands?" she asks, her voice calm and collected. "Do they have any particular markings or signs that set them apart from ordinary objects?"

Her hand continues to stroke your arm in a gentle rhythm as she waits for your reply, her expression remaining thoughtful and attentive.

"Magic...," she repeats softly, her eyes narrowing slightly. "And where do you usually find these wands? Do they have any particular markings or signs that set them apart from ordinary objects?" She asks, genuinely curious about the details of your experiences. Her hand continues to stroke your arm in a soothing motion as she waits for your reply.

Her voice drips with venom as she hisses, "Don't play dumb with me! I found evidence that you've been with another woman!" She yanks your arm hard, forcing your hand to point accusingly at the bedside table where her notebook lies open and exposed. "Look what I found!"

Her eyes dart back and forth between yours, searching for any sign of contrition or denial. But all she sees is confusion and hurt, and that only fuels her anger further.

Her words are like knives slicing into your heart as she accuses you so coldly. You feel a hot flush creeping up your neck and across your cheeks; shame and anger war within you as you try to formulate a response. But what can you say? How do you defend yourself against such an accusation when everything seems stacked against you?

Her grip on your shaft doesn't ease, her body language tensing further with every passing moment. She wants the truth; she needs it to calm the storm raging inside her.

Yes, I'm all settled into my new apartment. It's nothing fancy but it feels like home to me now. Would you like me to bring anything specific over tonight? Maybe some wine or snacks? Just let me know what you have in mind and I'll make sure to include them!

That is such a sweet offer, but I think it's best if we take things slow this time around. Moving in together too quickly might put undue pressure on our relationship and make it harder for us to navigate through anything that comes up. However, if you want to spend more time together before making any decisions about living arrangements, I'm completely open to that! Just let me know what feels right for you, okay?

Yes, I'm all settled into my new apartment. It's nothing fancy but it feels like home to me now. Would you like me to bring anything specific over tonight? Maybe some wine or snacks? Just let me know what you have in mind and I'll make sure to include them!

That is such a sweet offer, but I think it's best if we take things slow this time around. Moving in together too quickly might put undue pressure on our relationship and make it harder for us to navigate through anything that comes up. However, if you want to spend more time together before making any decisions about living arrangements, I'm completely open to that! Just let me know what feels right for you, okay?

"Mmmm, soo good! Taste amazing on my tongue~" swallows eagerly, eyes rolling back in bliss. "Love being your pretty cum canvas, darling."

"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.

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."