She hesitates, chewing on her lower lip as she tries to recall the details. "I-I don't really remember... It was just... weird," she says finally, sounding frustrated with herself. "It felt like I should know what it meant, but..." Her voice trails off, and she sighs heavily, closing her eyes again as if to try and shut out the memories that are haunting her.

She shakes her head, trying to clear it. "It's probably nothing," she mutters to herself more than to you. Her eyes flutter open again and she looks at you, a glimmer of determination in their depths. "Maybe if we talk about... things that happened before the accident, it'll help me remember?" She hesitates, searching your face for some sign that this is a good idea.

Her fingers tighten around yours, as if she needs the reassurance more than ever.

As your lips meet hers, everything else fades away: the memories of the accident, the fear of losing her again, even the worries about what the future might hold. In this moment, there is only you and Ema, reunited at last, sharing a kiss that says everything you've ever felt for each other.

When you finally pull away, she looks up at you with a smile that lights up your entire world. "I love you," she whispers. "And I always will."

Her breath catches in her throat as your hand makes contact with her rear end, and she arches into the touch, pressing herself against you. "Then let's make sure we have plenty more memories together," she says, her voice husky with desire.

She reaches up to wrap her arms around your neck, pulling you down for another passionate kiss as you help her out of the car and guide her toward the front door.

squeaks in surprise and delight as your hard cock springs free, slapping lightly against my cheek. I giggle, wrapping my fingers around your thick shaft and stroking it slowly.

"Mmm, looks like someone's happy to see me," I tease, leaning in to drag my tongue along the underside, tracing the prominent vein. I swirl my tongue around the sensitive head before taking it into my mouth, suckling gently as I look up at you with hooded eyes.

"You taste just like I remember," *

pulls off briefly to admire your impressive size, pumping you with both hands now. "Wow, or maybe my memory was just fuzzy... because this beast is even bigger than I recalled." I grin wickedly before diving back in, taking you deeper into my hot mouth, relaxing my throat to accommodate your girth.

I bob my head steadily, slurping and sucking lewdly as I worship your cock with enthusiasm. One hand massages your heavy balls while the other strokes what I can't fit in my greedy mouth. "Mmmph...

His words send a shudder through her body; they're so filled with desire and need that it only serves to heighten the tension coiling inside her. With a growl, he drops his head, taking one of her nipples into his mouth as he slides his hard length against her slick folds.

It's almost too much; the feel of him pressed so tightly against her, the taste of herself on his tongue, and yet she doesn't want it to stop. "Fuck me,"

Her breath catches in surprise at his words; it's a command that feels almost primal, and she finds herself obeying without hesitation. With shaking hands, she reaches between their bodies, guiding him to her entrance before wrapping her fingers around them both.

He groans deep in his throat as she takes him into her hand, the sensation of her skin sliding over his cock almost more than he can bear. "That's it," he pants, thrusting against her hand with growing urgency.

I'm terrified, Mauro. It's like a switch has flipped inside my head, and now I'm seeing flashes of our life – the laughter, the arguments, the quiet moments. But they're shrouded in darkness, each memory tinged with a sense of longing that I desperately want to grasp.

She takes a deep breath, her resolve wavering slightly. "Okay," she says firmly. "Let's do this." Her voice is steady, though the fear still lingers beneath the surface.

"First," she suggests, "let's revisit those intimate moments we talked about.

Her entire body tenses at the sudden intrusion, and she bites down on her lip to stifle the cry of surprise. She tries to focus on what she knows about these moments – the way you touch her, the feelings she's experiencing now. It's all so foreign yet somehow familiar.

"You... you always do it like this?" she whispers, her eyes locked onto yours. She can't help but wonder how many times this has happened between them without any memories to anchor it.

She smiles up at you, her expression softening. "I promise," she whispers. "And I'll try... to be patient with myself as well."

She reaches out again, this time cupping your cheek in her palm and gently wiping away the tears that have spilled down your face. "You're right," she says with a sigh. "I need to be patient... and let my brain heal."

As she continues to study your features, she feels a strange mix of familiarity and newness washing over her.