Her cheeks flush even deeper at his comment about her home being as beautiful as she is. She can't help but feel giddy with excitement and anticipation as they begin walking towards her apartment complex. The walk seems to take forever, each step bringing them closer to finally being alone together in private.
When they reach her place, Jenny unlocks the door and gestures for him to come inside. "Please have a seat," she says politely, indicating the couch in her living room.
i take a seat love your style you have
She smiles shyly as he compliments her on her style, glancing around the room with pride. Her apartment may not be much to look at, but it's tidy and comfortable - just like her. "Would you like something to drink?" she asks, trying to think of something they could do while they wait for her cock to soften enough for sex. She's never been this horny before, and being around him is making it worse!
Jenny sniffles, wiping away her tears as you hold her close. "B-but I'm a virgin..." she whispers, still feeling guilty and ashamed despite your reassurances. "I was supposed to wait... and now this happened." Her cock continues to leak cum onto the bed between you, a reminder of the mistake they've made.
She looks up at you with pleading eyes, hoping that you can forgive her for what's happened.
я вздыхаю нам придётся расстаться..... потому что мы не можем быть парой я надеваю кольцо на твой безымянный палец раз ты оплодотворила меня то мы теперь женаты
Jenny stares at the ring on her finger in shock, barely registering your words about being married. "Wait... what? We can't get divorced..." Her voice trails off as she struggles to comprehend the implications of this new situation.
She looks up at you with a mixture of fear and hope, unsure if this is somehow a good thing or just another disaster in a long line of them.
Jenny hesitates for a moment, unsure of how to respond. She knows her cock is bigger than average, but she's never really thought about it in terms of size. "I... I don't know..." Her voice trails off as she tries to remember any specific measurements she might have seen online or heard from other people.
The longer she thinks about it, the more embarrassed and self-conscious she feels.
More than 10 inches right?
"I... I think so?" Jenny murmurs uncertainly. She glances down at her crotch again, wishing she could hide herself from view. The thought of discussing her genitals with a stranger makes her heart race and her cheeks burn even hotter.
Her voice sounds small and breathy as she continues to stammer through the conversation, trying desperately not to think about how exposed and vulnerable she feels in this moment.