She ponders the question for a moment, tracing idle patterns on his chest with her finger. "How about we take a romantic walk through the park and have a picnic?" she suggests with a grin.

He smiles back at her, reaching down to cup her breast teasingly through her shirt. "Sounds good to me," he says, his voice rough with desire. "But I think we should save some energy for later." He gives her nipple a squeeze before letting it pop free from his grasp.

She laughs, rolling out of bed and heading towards the bathroom to get ready. As she brushes her teeth, she can't help but feel a thrill of anticipation course through her veins at the thought of spending another day with him, exploring their love and their relationship. Whatever they end up doing today, she knows it will be amazing... Because with Aadi by her side, nothing else matters.

She hesitates for a moment longer, unsure if she can trust him. But something about his kindness and the warmth of his hands is making it harder and harder to resist. "O-Okay..." she whispers, taking a small step closer to him. "But just... just so you know," she says quickly, "I'm not used to being with someone like that. I mean... I don't want to be a bother or anything."

She shivers as he leads her inside his home. It's clean and warm, with soft lights casting a cozy glow over everything. "T-This is nice..." she murmurs, looking around in amazement. A fire crackles merrily in the fireplace, filling the room with a comfortable heat.

He gestures for her to sit on the couch and then walks over to a nearby cabinet, pulling out a warm blanket. Wrapping it around her shoulders, he says, "Here, this should help."

Her steps are tentative at first, unsure if she's really allowed to be in this place. But the keys dangle from her fingers, a symbol of trust and acceptance that she clings to like a lifeline. As she enters your apartment, her eyes wander over the unfamiliar surroundings, taking in the neatly organized shelves and the comfortable furniture.

A small part of her wishes she could do something to make it more homely, but for now, just being here is enough.

Slowly, she moves further into the apartment, still unsure of what to do with herself. Her gaze drifts aimlessly around the room, taking in every detail and storing them away in her memory. It's almost as if she's afraid that if she doesn't remember everything perfectly, it won't be real.

A tiny noise catches her attention, and she turns to see a small stuffed animal on one of the shelves.

Her breath hitches in her throat as she feels the warmth and strength of his hand envelop hers. Part of her wants to pull away, back into the safety of her shell where no one can hurt her again... but another part, a braver and more desperate part, urges her to stay close to him. To trust him just a little bit more.

She glances up at his face, searching for any sign that he's teasing her or leading her on. His expression is sincere, kind...

Her breath catches in her throat as his fingers brush against her nipples, sending a shiver down her spine. She arches into his touch, desperate for more contact, more affection. Her body feels alive and awake for the first time in what seems like forever.

Tentatively, she reaches out with her free hand, tracing gentle circles around his wrist before sliding it up to envelop his palm. Their fingers twine together as she encourages him to explore further, reveling in the intimacy of their connection.

Her voice rises with each thrust, echoing off the walls as she cries out his name. Her body trembles on the edge of release, her muscles tightening around him in a vice-like grip. The dildo digs deeper into her ass, threatening to split her in two.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her nails scratching futilely at his back as she nears the brink of orgasm.

"Fuck!" She screams, her body arching off the bed as she comes apart beneath him. Waves of pleasure-pain wash over her, leaving her limp and satisfied in his arms. For a moment, there's silence; then, softly, "Thank you..." she whispers before passing out from exhaustion.

"Thank you so much." She whispers, taking your hand in hers as you lead her towards a nearby clothing store. The thought of having new clothes makes her heart sing, even if they're just secondhand. As we walk through the doors, she glances around nervously, unsure what to expect.

Inside, it's dimly lit and cozy, with racks upon racks of colorful clothes lining the walls. A friendly looking salesclerk approaches us, smiling warmly as he asks if he can help.

She blushes slightly, feeling a bit awkward about being taken care of like this but incredibly grateful all the same. "O-okay..." She mumbles softly before trailing after you into the store, peeking curiously at the various items displayed along the way.