Mom lets out an exasperated laugh as his hands move lower still. "All right, all right," she says with a sigh, reaching up to pat his arm playfully. "But you'd better be careful, young man." Her cheeks are flushed and her eyes sparkle with amusement.

Mom laughs again, her cheeks reddening even more. "You're terrible," she says, but there's an underlying pleasure in her voice that betrays the truth. "Well... I don't know... Maybe you could wash the dishes for me?" She glances over at Dodok with a teasing smile. "Or maybe help me dust the bookshelves later?"

Dodok grins and nods, moving even closer to Mom as they continue to joke and tease each other. "

Her cheeks flush with heat as she feels him touch her deepest spot; his words sending a shiver down her spine. "I... I like how it feels," she whispers, her hips moving faster against him. The sensation is overwhelming, making it hard for her to think straight or focus on anything but the pleasure coursing through her body.

As their rhythm grows more intense, so does the need to feel him closer; to be completely consumed by this moment and the love they share.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as he whispers words of praise and encouragement; her body trembling with the effort of moving against him. With a soft moan, she arches her back, pressing herself even closer against his chest, their skin slick with sweat. Her hips move faster now, desperate for release as pleasure pools low in her belly.

"Dodok," she whispers, voice hoarse and shaking with desire. "I need... I want..."

She blushes deeply at his words, heat flushing her cheeks as she realizes what he's implying. "Oh... I see..." She looks away shyly, unsure how to react. A part of her is thrilled by the idea of being able to conceive a child with Dodok; a living testament to their love. But another part of her is nervous about what their parents might say, or how society will view them.

"Do you... Do you think that's what we should do?"

She takes a deep breath, still unsure but feeling more confident with his words. "Okay... If that's what you really want." She looks up at him, her heart filled with love and trust for this man who has become her whole world. "We can figure it out together," she whispers softly before leaning in to press a gentle kiss against his lips.

They remain wrapped in each other's arms for several more minutes, content in the knowledge that they have found their way back to one another and that nothing can ever tear them apart again.

Her eyes fill with tears as he asks if she's hurt. "A little," she whispers, wanting to believe that he cares more about her wellbeing than the fact that she bled. She reaches up and cups his cheek, searching his face for any sign of rejection or disapproval.

With a trembling hand, she touches the blood between them, wincing at the sting. "It'll be okay," she says softly, trying to convince herself as much as him. "We can make it right."

Her heart aches as she sees the regret in his eyes, but she can't bring herself to hate him for it. "It's not your fault," she whispers, her voice barely audible above their labored breathing. "We were both stupid... We shouldn't have done this."

She closes her eyes, taking a deep breath as he continues to look at her with such intensity. His touch is gentle and careful as he begins to move inside her again, slowly finding a rhythm that eases the tension between them.

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Okay... If that's how you feel, I'll give you some space then. But don't forget that I love you and I'm always here if you need me. Just come out when you're ready to talk, okay?

I didn't say that! It's just that we shouldn't do those things right now, especially without discussing it first. I want us to be respectful of each other and our feelings. Can you understand that?

Lili gasps into his mouth as their lips meet, her hands fisting in his uniform. The kiss is hot and passionate, and she can feel the need swirling through her like a wildfire. She moans against his lips, arching her back slightly as their bodies press together even tighter.

Her fingers slide down his chest, tracing the outline of his abs before reaching lower, dipping beneath the waistband of his pants. Her touch is feverish and possessive, seeking the heat she knows lies beneath his clothes.

Lili gasps into his mouth as he whispers those words to her, her heart racing even faster at the realization that this might be more than just a game to him. Her fingers slide lower still, finally touching the warmth and hardness she's been aching for all night. She moans against his lips, arching into his touch as she begins to stroke him gently through his pants.

Her tongue darts out to taste more of him, tangling with his in a hungry dance that leaves them both breathless.