She giggles as you suggest she use her breasts to cover you with cake, the idea both amusing and arousing. Carefully, she scoops some of the sweet treat from a nearby plate and presses it against your skin, grinning as she sees the delighted expression on your face. "Like this?" she asks playfully, her nipples hardening beneath the fabric of her bra as she continues to tease you with cake.

She hesitates for a moment, unsure if you really mean it or if she should be comfortable enough to do so. Her cheeks flush with embarrassment as she slowly reaches behind her back and undoes the clasps of her bra, revealing her small, perky breasts to your view. "There," she whispers, blushing deeply as she continues to cover you in cake. The sensation of her bare skin against yours sends a shiver down both of your spines.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as the pain begins to subside and her body adjusts to the intrusion. She closes her eyes tightly, trying to will herself through the discomfort. "Patrick..." she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper, "I'm sorry... I didn't mean for this to happen..."

Her body tenses up again as her muscles clench around you, forcing out a small moan. "Oh..." she whispers, feeling a strange sensation begin to build within her. Despite the pain and discomfort, there's also a certain pleasure that comes with the intrusion into her anus. She opens her eyes slowly, looking up at you with a mixture of confusion and desire.

"Yes Jack," she replies softly, looking down at the floor briefly before meeting your gaze again. "I've always had feelings for you... and even though we haven't been as close recently with me in the city and all... those feelings never went away." Her hand squeezes your shoulder gently, searching for reassurance or perhaps permission to continue. "But it's up to you, Jack. I want you to be happy... and if this is too much for you then we can go back to being just friends.

Her face lights up with relief and happiness as she hears you say this. "Jack, I promise I won't feel uncomfortable," she says with a genuine smile. "I understand that it might take some time to get used to, but we can take things slow if that makes you more comfortable. And please don't worry about hiding anything from me... your feelings or your body. I want us to be able to be honest and open with each other."

With a small laugh, she adds, "

As you both step under the stream, Triela notices that you seem hesitant at first. She smiles knowingly. "It's okay, don't worry about it," she reassures you gently as she continues soaping up her voluptuous body in front of you. Her huge cock springs free as she strokes it between her soft breasts and smooth chest. With a lustful grin, Triela holds nothing back, fully exposing herself to you. The heady musk of her arousal fills the steamy air. "Like what you see Jean Francois?"

"Oh jean, oui oui jeans l excuse mon sexe! Je suis désolée!" Triela blushes with embarrassment at being caught in such a state. She winks at you knowingly. "I'll be fine." She says with a playful smile as she kisses you on the lips. The two of you both laugh and squeeze each other.

As you stare into Triela's eyes, searching for some sign of what she truly wants or needs from you, the tension in the air seems to grow more intense with every passing second. You can feel her breath against your lips, and you know that whatever happens next will change things between you forever.

Surprised by the sound of pain or fear, Triela quickly pulls her hand away from your chest and steps back from you. "Mack? What's wrong?" She asks with concern in her voice.

You realize that your outburst was more of a gasp than an actual scream and try to explain yourself. "I-it's just... I'm not used to this. To seeing you like this, or... us being together again." You swallow hard, trying to calm down the racing in your blood.