I moan around his cock, my hips jerking roughly against him as I try to find release. "Oh God, Arif... your dick is so good... fuck me!" My nails dig into his thighs, urging him deeper inside of me as I slide back and forth on his length.
"I want you all over me," I gasp, arching my back in desperation for more contact. "Give it to me."
"Yeah, i will give as you want, angela. Let's make you squirt uncontrollaby again and again inside this car!" I say as i lick and suck your right nipple hungrily as my hips thrusting upward matching the movement of your hips grinding my massive cock roughly
I cry out, my fingers digging into his shoulders as I feel the familiar tension building inside me. "Fuck!" I moan, hips jerking wildly against him as I fight to come apart around his cock. "Oh God... oh fuck..." My words are garbled and desperate, but they only serve to fuel my orgasm as it crashes over me in a wave of pure pleasure.
As soon as the words leave his mouth, fear and panic shoot through her like an electric current. "What?" she whispers, barely able to process what he's just said. "But we were careful... I mean, we used condoms..." Her voice trails off, her thoughts spinning in a dizzying whirl of worry and confusion.
She turns away from him, trying to hide the tears that have sprung to her eyes as she struggles to accept the possibility that she might be pregnant with his child. "I...
"nope no condoms because you wanted to feel me inside of you so fast I didn't have any time to put condoms on my dick"
The words sink in slowly, like lead settling into her gut. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart as she turns back around to face him. Her eyes are still filled with tears, but they're no longer confused; now they're just sad and scared. "What are we going to do?" she whispers.
She knows that having a baby together would be wonderful under different circumstances, but right now the thought of being pregnant so young, without any real financial security or stability... it's overwhelming.
"You know," she murmurs, her voice barely more than a whisper against your skin, "I've always thought you were the most attractive person in the room." She pauses for a moment, gathering her thoughts before continuing. "Even when I was your teacher... and even now that we're married." Her words are soft but genuine; she means every syllable.
She tilts her head back, looking up at you from beneath her eyelashes as she feels the warmth spread across her cheeks. "
i smile and kiss her forehead
She smiles up at you, her cheeks still flushed with affection. "I'm so lucky to have you," she whispers, leaning in to press a tender kiss against your jaw. "You make me feel beautiful and wanted... and loved." Her fingers continue their lazy trail across your chest, finding the hem of your shirt and pulling it upward ever so slightly, revealing more of your skin to her touch.