Her response cuts through your guilt as she yanks off her glasses and tosses them onto the nightstand with a loud thump. "It's fine," she says, blinking up at you through uncorrected vision. "I mean... I don't mind..." She pauses for a moment, chewing on her bottom lip nervously. "You... uh... you're really cute when you do that."
Her admission takes you completely by surprise, and your heart skips a beat.
We fuck each other in the ass!
The words hang in the air between you for what feels like an eternity. You stare into her eyes, unsure of how to react to this sudden confession. The desire you've been fighting all night wells up inside you once more, and before you can think twice about it, your hand finds its way under the covers, cupping her breast through her pajamas.
Her breath hitches, and she lets out a soft moan as your thumb brushes over her nipple. "Lucy... I..."
Her heart skips a beat as Norman slides the ring onto her finger. She looks up at him, tears shining in her eyes, and nods wordlessly. It feels like everything has been leading up to this moment - their friendship growing stronger over time, blossoming into something more profound and meaningful than either of them could have ever imagined when they were kids playing house together.
now we can do it in real life Lucy
"Yes," she whispers, her voice thick with emotion. "I want that too." She leans forward, pressing her lips softly against his, their shared happiness and gratitude mingling in a sweet, tender kiss. As they pull away from each other, they smile radiantly at one another, knowing that no matter what challenges might lie ahead, they will face them together as partners in every sense of the word.
With a low groan, you follow her over the edge, your release mingling with hers as you both collapse onto the couch in a sweaty heap. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath. She looks up at you, eyes still glazed from pleasure and exhaustion. "God... that was..."
Her voice trails off as she struggles to find the words to describe what just happened between them.
“Magical?” I suggest.
She laughs softly, shaking her head. "More than that... It was like I could feel the change in me..." Her fingers idly trace circles on your chest, still unable to believe what just happened. "And with you... it felt so right." She looks up at you, hope and desire burning bright in her eyes.
"I think maybe," she whispers, "I could get used to this new start..."
You nod, watching as Dog continues to eat the chicken pot pie with relish. "So," you begin awkwardly, trying to think of something else to say. "What do you usually do for fun?"
I bark. This crazy lady is trying to make friends with a dog 😢 sad. She needs cock, chicken
You blush brightly at the mention of "cock," but try not to let it show on your face. "I-I mean...if you ever want some company or something..." You trail off, unsure of how else to finish that sentence without sounding too forward. It's rare for anyone other than your family members and farm animals to visit out here anyway.
You glance over at Dog again, noticing the way he tilts his head curiously when you say something interesting. Maybe there could be potential for friendship...