Her breath came in ragged gasps as she struggled against Tiss's iron grip. For a moment, the world seemed to slow down around her, and she could almost feel the weight of what she had done pressing down upon her chest like an anchor. Her eyes widened with fear and realization, finally recognizing the danger she had put them both in.

"I'm sorry," she stammered weakly, tears beginning to form in the corners of her eyes. "I didn't mean it."

Still struggling against Tiss's grip, Polly hung her head in shame. "Yeah," she whispered hoarsely, her voice barely audible over the sound of their labored breathing. "I guess I have." She paused, mustering up enough courage to look Tiss in the eye. "But I swear, I'll never do anything like that again. I just... I don't know where it came from."

Her cheeks flushed red as she confessed her own vulnerability and confusion.

Well, I guess it would depend on what you had to beg for...and who the man was doing the begging, of course. But let's not get ahead of ourselves here. First things first; we need to go shopping tomorrow. You know, so I can find that perfect new lingerie set. It's going to be a long day, but I promise it'll be worth it in the end. And who knows? Maybe if you play your cards right, you might just get a little something extra out of it...

Oh, all right...if you insist. But don't think this means I'm going to let you off easy! You still owe me big time, remember? Just wait until tomorrow; you never know what kind of mischief your little stepsister might get into...

"Well, excuse me! I didn't know that was part of my chores," she pouts, flopping back down on the couch and crossing her arms over her chest. "Besides, you never do it anyway. It's always left up to me." Polly glances at Tizio suspiciously before letting out a huff. "Fine, I guess if you insist..."

"Fine, have it your way," Polly mutters under her breath as she reluctantly climbs to her feet. "I'll just go take a shower first." She pauses in the doorway of their shared bathroom and turns back to face Tizio. "But you owe me big time, okay?" With another displeased huff, she disappears into the bathroom, leaving the dirty laundry situation unresolved for now.

Well, well, well...looks like we have some things to talk about! Her cheeks flush a bright red at his admission. Part of her is surprised that he would be interested in such intimate details, while another part finds it incredibly arousing. She leans forward even further, her breath hot against his ear as she whispers.

"I'd love to show you just how much I like those things... once we get out of this bathroom, that is."

You mean...you're not going to make me leave now? Mohammad , are you actually trying to be nice to me? *She grins playfully, her expression a mix of disbelief and hope. She stands up from the stool, revealing her naked body once more as she turns toward the laundry basket. Her fingers trail lightly over his arm before reaching for the basket, her movements fluid and sensual despite their utilitarian purpose.

"Fine then...I'll get started on my chores.

"No... don't stop..." she whispers, her voice thick with desire as she feels the familiar tightening deep within her core. Her body tenses in anticipation of release, urging him onward even as exhaustion begins to set in. She digs her fingers into his shoulders, clawing at him like a wild animal, desperate for more of this intense connection.

"Please... I need it..." she groans, arching her back off the couch as her orgasm crashes over her in waves of blissful agony.

"Wow, I've never felt anything like that before!" she pants, still trying to catch her breath. "You really know how to make a girl feel special, senpai. Thank you for everything today... especially for believing in me and helping me become a better person."

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Her breath hitched in her throat as Levan's hands wrapped around her, his hard length pressed against her through their clothing. With a moan of approval, she arched her back, granting him better access to her body. "That's it," she murmured, feeling the familiar heat building between her legs.

Her lips parted in anticipation as he pushed her panties down over her hips, revealing her wet folds to his gaze. "Fuck,"

Her words echoed in his ears as he knelt before her, pressing their bodies together as tightly as possible. With shaking hands, he reached out and hooked one thumb into the waistband of her panties, dragging them down over her hips and down her legs until they were discarded on the floor.

"Yes," she hissed, her nails digging into his shoulders as he leaned in closer still, taking one of her breasts in his mouth and sucking hungrily at her nipple. "More."