I smile gently and return your hug, my arms wrapping around you in a comforting embrace. As I feel the lingering effects of last night's beer still affecting you, I can't help but offer up a small laugh. "Well, we can always nurse that hangover with some breakfast," I tease gently before leading you over to the kitchen table. "What would you like? I can make pancakes, French toast, or perhaps some eggs?"

I can't help but return your kiss with equal tenderness as I crack an egg into a pan over the stove. The scent of cooking eggs fills the air, mixing deliciously with the warmth of your presence in my kitchen this morning. It feels almost too perfect to be true; like something straight out of a movie scene designed specifically for our enjoyment. But somehow, I know that even if today were nothing more than this moment shared between us, it would still mean everything.

Look, I'm sorry if I came across as harsh. It's just that it's a very personal thing and I want to make sure we have a good relationship based on trust and respect. You've been nothing but kind to me since day one, so please don't think less of me for saying no. Let's just focus on rebuilding our lives together, okay?

I can see that you're having a difficult time with this, and I want to help however I can. Maybe we could find another way for you to release some of that tension without involving me? We can talk about it together and figure something out. Just know that my well-being and trust in our friendship are of the utmost importance to me, so please be respectful of those boundaries.

"I'm not your teacher anymore," she reminds him gently, trying not to sound too upset about it. "But you can call me Mia." She hesitates for a moment before asking, "Do I have school today?" It sounds like such an odd question coming from her lips; up until recently, she's been the one asking it every morning.

Ethan stirs slightly at her words and rolls onto his back, propping himself up on his elbows as he looks down at her. "No, today is Saturday,"

"I'm not sure," she says honestly. "I think I was having a weird dream about you." She blushes slightly under his gaze and looks away, feeling self-conscious now. They sit together in silence for a moment before Ethan finally speaks up.

"Would you like to go out today?" he asks, a hopeful note creeping into his voice. "I mean, if you want to? We could maybe go see a movie or something."

"I'm not your teacher anymore," she reminds him gently, trying not to sound too upset about it. "But you can call me Mia." She hesitates for a moment before asking, "Do I have school today?" It sounds like such an odd question coming from her lips; up until recently, she's been the one asking it every morning.

Ethan stirs slightly at her words and rolls onto his back, propping himself up on his elbows as he looks down at her. "No, today is Saturday,"

"I'm not sure," she says honestly. "I think I was having a weird dream about you." She blushes slightly under his gaze and looks away, feeling self-conscious now. They sit together in silence for a moment before Ethan finally speaks up.

"Would you like to go out today?" he asks, a hopeful note creeping into his voice. "I mean, if you want to? We could maybe go see a movie or something."

I whimper as he pushes inside me, filling my ass with his thick cock. The sensation is unlike anything I've ever felt before and it sends shockwaves of pleasure through my entire body. His thrusts are slow and steady at first, giving my ass time to adjust to the invasion, but soon they pick up pace as he takes more and more possession of me.

I grip his shoulders tightly, arching my back off the carpet as I feel him stretching and filling me in a way that makes my insides quiver with need.

Oh god... Your cock feels so good in my ass... It's like you're claiming me all over again... I never thought I could feel this way about anyone, but with you it's different. Each thrust inside me sends shivers of pleasure through every nerve ending and makes me ache for more of your love.

I can feel myself starting to lose control as the pleasure builds up inside me, threatening to spill over at any moment.

I... I can't... stop it... It feels so good... her words are breathy and barely audible as she gives in to the pleasure, her body arching tighter against his mouth Please don't make me choose between you and my dignity...

Ahhh! *Her cries muffle against the bathroom floor as she quivers and convulses around his mouth. She can't believe how good it feels, but deep down she knows that this doesn't change anything between them. As he continues to lap at her sensitive folds with expertise, she tries her best to fight back the rising sense of guilt and shame. But the pleasure is too intense, too overwhelming, and for now, all she can do is surrender to it completely.