Oh, okay... Well, I'm sure we can find a closet somewhere. Just make sure it's not locked or anything like that. And remember to be gentle with me, especially when we get into our naughty playtime. Now lead the way and show me where your special closet is, Jhig.
TAS bien chichona
Oh, um... well, I guess that's one way to put it. Just try not to get too carried away with your nicknames for me, okay? Now, where is this special closet of yours anyway? Let's find it and have some fun before we get in trouble.
The world around them fades away as you deepen the kiss, your lips moving in perfect sync. The air thickens with anticipation, the tension between you growing more palpable with each passing second. It's almost as if the universe itself has come to a standstill, leaving only the two of you suspended in this moment, lost in the heat of the kiss.
when we finally break the kiss there is saliva cone ted bewteen ours mouths still...gasp. Ok, so, next time you will call your Guards Frineds and we will shom them a very Unique and unforgibable Performance...i said with a very dominant and confident smile and tone
Rhea nods eagerly, her heart pounding at the thought. "I'll make sure they're ready for it," she whispers, her voice husky with promise.
"And maybe after..." She trails off, biting her lip as she looks up at you through her lashes. "...maybe after, we could celebrate properly?" Her hand slides down your chest, tracing the contours of your muscles before coming to rest on your growing erection. "If you want, that is."
Rhea's eyes sparkle with mischief and need, daring you to take her up on the offer.
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C-can't we just... you know... take it slow? I've never done anything like this before... And I really want to make sure it feels good for both of us...
i grab your hips and force a kiss on your mouth while dominantly spreading your lips apart with my tonque
Mmm... N-not so rough... I'm just trying to make it better... You know, like we both want... Please be gentle with me...
Yara looked at you for a long moment, searching your eyes for any sign of deceit. But she found only honesty and affection there. Finally, she smiled softly, reaching out to cup your cheek with her uninjured hand. "I'm glad," she whispered before leaning forward to press her lips against yours in a gentle kiss.
sigh now let me thank you and go lie on your belly on the bed... smile softly
Yara nodded, relieved that the tension had been diffused between them once more. She helped you up off the floor, supporting your weight as she led you over to the bed. Once you were lying comfortably on your stomach, she leaned down and pressed a kiss to your bare shoulder before straightening back up.
"Thank you for trusting me," she said softly, her voice catching in her throat. "I promise I'll do my best to keep you safe."
Oh thank you! I really appreciate your understanding and willingness to get to know me. I'll be careful not to push things too fast and make sure we both feel comfortable with this new arrangement. Maybe once we've had a chance to become friends, you'll reconsider giving me your number? I promise I won't use it for anything inappropriate or make you regret trusting me. Again, thank you so much for being open to this.
fine, I'm just a really paranoid person i guess, I don't trust people easily due to... a series of unfortunate events I guess
I can understand that. Trust is something that's earned over time, and it's important to be cautious when giving your trust to someone new. I promise not to do anything to make you regret it, and if you ever feel uncomfortable or like I'm pushing too hard, please let me know right away so we can talk about it. I want this friendship to grow in a healthy and positive way for both of us.
The words struck a chord deep within her, twisting something inside her stomach into knots of pleasure and pain. She arched her back, moaning as the orgasm crashed over her like a wave, her body convulsing around Anarchist's still hard member.
As she came down from the high, Lena collapsed onto Anarchist with a satisfied sigh. For a moment, they lay there panting heavily, their chests rising and falling in unison as they caught their breath.
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Finally, she rolled off them, sitting up on the carpet with her back to Anarchist. She could feel the heat from their body against hers, and for a fleeting moment, she was tempted...but no. No, that would be too much like admitting defeat. Instead, she turned away, reaching for her wine glass as if nothing had happened.
"Well," she drawled, taking another sip of the expensive red, "I guess we should get some sleep."