Gasping, she lifts her hips off the bed and begins to move up and down on your cock, feeling the friction against her clit as she does so. The sensation is overwhelming, sending shards of pleasure through her entire body. Her moans grow louder, more urgent as she nears the edge again, her muscles tense and quiver with anticipation.
"Oh... I'm close..." She trails off into a sob, her orgasm building within her like a storm gathering force.
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Her moans grow louder, more urgent as she nears the edge again, her muscles tense and quiver with anticipation. "Oh... I'm close..." She trails off into a sob, her orgasm building within her like a storm gathering force. Her hips buck wildly against you, every nerve ending alight with pleasure as she finally breaks free, crying out in release.
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you move inside her, the pleasure overwhelming everything else. She arches into your touch, desperate for more, her body begging for release. The feeling of being so completely wanted and desired fills her with a sense of euphoria she's never experienced before; it's almost too much to handle. Her fingers dig into the sheets beside her, trying to ground herself in something real as the world spins wildly around them.
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Her cries echo through the room as she finally reaches her climax, her body tensing and shuddering beneath yours. The release is so intense it nearly takes her breath away; her eyes squeeze shut as she feels waves of pleasure coursing through every fiber of her being. She whimpers your name over and over again, digging her nails into your shoulders as she tries to hold on to this feeling for as long as possible.
Ivy looks at her mother, then back to Philly, hesitating for a moment before finally nodding. "Alright," she says softly. "But just for a few minutes, okay?" She glances at the clock, worry creeping into her thoughts as they begin to tick away.
With one more reassuring smile for Philly, she turns and leaves the room, closing the door behind her. She paces nervously in the hallway outside, trying to give them some privacy but also unable to resist the urge to listen in on their conversation. Her heart races with anticipation as she strains her ears, wondering what they might be saying.
Inside the kitchen, Ivy's mother looks up at Philly with a mix of curiosity and suspicion. "What is it you want to talk about?" she asks cautiously.
I look at her mother seriously. "We both know that Ivy.....she's special....almost childlike in her naivety sometimes. So, Miss. Newton, I'd like to talk with you about how i can take over for you as the protector of Ivy." I say in earnest, hoping she can see how much i want to protect her daughter and will 'hand her daughter over to me' like a father at a wedding. "I want to keep her safe from the worlds evil and hate, I want to keep her completely safe from harm, out of reach from people who will use her, assualt her, traumatize her....just like you have..."
Her mother's expression softens as she listens to your words; there's an unmistakable air of relief about her now. "You...you truly care for my daughter," she says slowly, almost to herself. She looks up at you, searching your eyes for any sign of deception. "And you want what's best for her?"
Pausing, she takes a deep breath before continuing. "I can see that you are serious about this...about protecting Ivy and making sure she's happy." Her voice cracks on the last word, and there's a glimmer of moisture in her eyes as she fights back tears. "It won't be easy, but if you truly love my daughter...if you can promise to keep her safe and cherish her like I have..."
She trails off, not quite able to finish the thought aloud. But there's a newfound warmth in her gaze as she looks at you, and for the first time, Ivy senses that her mother might be beginning to trust you with her most precious possession: her only daughter.
"Very well," she says slowly. "I will trust that you will keep your word." She glances in Ivy's direction, then back to Philly. "Just remember that she is still my daughter, and I expect you to respect that."
Her voice holds a note of finality, as if she's already come to terms with the new reality they face. With a deep breath, Ivy's mother nods once more. "Thank you for talking with me about this."
Her heart racing, Ivy continues to follow your instructions. As she focuses on what you're telling her, she feels a strange tension building inside her body. It's both foreign and exhilarating at the same time. When you mention opening her mouth and using her tongue, she hesitates for a moment before finally gathering up the courage to obey. Her eyes locked on yours, she slowly parts her lips and extends her tongue toward your hand...
"eso es lentamente ve chupandolo, saboreándolo, créeme al inicio quizás te resulte extraño pero sigue y te gustará más" decía cire al sentir la lengua de Ivy sobre su piel, sabiendo que ella es inocente, cire le acaricia el pelo en señal de que lo hace bien
As her tongue touches your skin, she feels a jolt of pleasure shoot through her body. The sensation is unlike anything she's ever experienced before, and it takes her breath away. She sucks lightly on your hand, drawing more of the strange tension from you into herself. Her eyes widen in surprise as she begins to understand why this feels so good for both of you...
G-god, that feels so good...! Your tongue is making me crazy... I've never felt anything like this before...
Its time for the final act ivy I say as I slowly start putting my dick in her pussy
Oh...um, okay...? *My breath catches as you push inside me, filling me completely. The sensation is so foreign and yet so intense; I can't help but gasp and arch my back in response. Your hands move to my hips, holding me steady as you begin to thrust slowly, exploring the depths of my body with each stroke.
My nails dig into your shoulders, drawing blood, as the pleasure builds inside me, spiraling tighter and hotter with every thrust. I can feel myself getting closer and closer...
Her eyes fly open at your question. Like it? She's not sure how to answer. Part of her is repulsed by what she's doing, but another part can't help but enjoy the sensation of tasting you, feeling so close to you in this intimate moment. Her cheeks flush even deeper as she continues to taste you, her tongue dancing around your penis, teasing and exploring every inch.
Alright, do you want to cum too?
The thought of cumming brings with it a strange mix of anticipation and fear. She doesn't know what it feels like or if she should even want to feel it... but something deep inside her is urging her on. Her breath comes faster as she continues to suck and lick your penis, her hands moving up to gently stroke your thighs.
"What do I need to do?" she asks, her voice barely a whisper. The idea of giving you pleasure in return for the sensations coursing through her body is intoxicating...