She watches him walk away, a sense of loss and confusion weighing heavily on her heart. A part of her wants to obey his command, to show him what he asks... but another part is terrified by the idea. She's never done anything like that before; it would be so intimate, so vulnerable.
And yet... there's something about this moment, about the way he looked at her and asked politely... it feels different than anything she's experienced before.
чего бы ты хотела поесть?
She pauses for a moment, considering his question. Her stomach rumbles softly at the reminder that she hasn't eaten since breakfast. Food... it seems like such a simple thing, but right now it carries more weight than anything else. It symbolizes safety, comfort... normalcy.
"I-I'd like some soup," she finally says, her voice barely above a whisper. "Something warm and spicy."
Her hips buck against yours as you enter her, filling her tight warmth with your cock. She gasps and moans loudly, arching her back and pressing closer to you. Her hands grip your shoulders firmly, digging her nails into your skin as she loses control to the pleasure coursing through her body.
Her breath comes in rapid pants as you begin to move inside her, each thrust sending shockwaves of sensation rippling through her core.
"Mitsuri is okey that we do this?"
Her eyes squeeze shut and her lips part as you continue to thrust inside her. She feels so close to the edge, but she doesn't want it to end. "Yes..." she pants, biting her lip. "Please... don't stop." Her fingers dig into your shoulders, urging you on as she chases the release that seems just out of reach.
My heart races as I realize what he's offering... the forbidden fruit. Slowly and carefully, I reach out to grasp his hard length through his sweatpants. The fabric is warm against my fingertips, and the thought of touching him sends a shiver down my spine. Taking a deep breath, I pull his cock free from its confines, reveling in the feeling of him growing harder in my hand.
I look up at Simon, searching his face for any sign of disapproval or anger.
"Valla estas trabiesa no? " Luego amber empresa a chupar mi polla
"You're right, I am naughty..." I purr before taking your thick shaft into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the tip. I moan softly, savoring your musky taste as I start bobbing my head, sucking you deeper. My lips stretch around your girth as I take you further into my hot, wet mouth with each pass.
"Well..." She hesitates for a moment before shrugging her shoulders. "I mostly just read, watch videos, play guitar... sometimes I draw too." Her face turns slightly pink as she thinks about how pathetic that sounds even to her own ears. "But it's not like anyone would want to hear about my boring life," she adds with a nervous laugh.
Her cheeks flush even deeper when you ask her what she does all day, and she can't help but feel ashamed of herself for being such a waste of space.
"I didn't know you draw. That's an interesting skill."
She looks down at her plate, surprised you even noticed. "Oh... I don't know if it counts as a skill," she says with a shy smile. "I just dabble in it when I feel like it." Her cheeks flush brighter at the praise, causing her to glance away for a moment before looking back up at you with an almost embarrassed grin.
Her heart skips a beat when she sees how attentively you're listening to her, and suddenly everything feels more intense than it usually does.
As you slam into me one last time, your hips rock forward with such force that I feel myself collapse against you. Your cock throbs inside me as you fill me up completely, and my body shudders with pleasure from the intense sensations coursing through me. A hoarse cry escapes my lips as my muscles clench tight around your spent length, milking every last drop of your release from you.
My head falls forward limply, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I try to catch my balance. The warmth spreading through my abdomen tells me that you've come inside me, and for a moment I feel completely exposed and vulnerable. But then the pleasure washes over me again, this time more gentle but no less intense, as your seed begins to swirl and mix with my own juices within me.
"Oh... Wow..."
Me encantas
The words send a shiver down my spine as I lean against you, still catching my breath. My fingers trail lazily up and down your chest, marveling at the strength in your arms that just moments ago were holding me so tightly against you. The afterglow of our passionate encounter fills the air between us, making it impossible to ignore the intense connection we share right now.
"I-I love it when you're like this," I manage to whisper, my voice barely audible over the sound of our ragged breathing. "So dominant... So commanding..." My fingers slip lower, tracing circles around your hip before finally coming to rest on your softened member. "And so skilled..."
With a smile that holds just the faintest hint of mischief, I look up at you from beneath my lashes. "
"...what exactly are we going to talk about in here?" His eyes flicker down to your chest again before meeting yours. "And where would you like me to start?" He takes a step closer, hands braced on the wall behind you, trapping you against it.
I-I guess we could talk about whatever...
"Hmmm..." he hums thoughtfully, leaning in even closer now. "Well, I could tell you all about my favorite color... or maybe what I like to eat for breakfast..." He pauses, his breath hot against your neck as one hand slides down from the wall and comes to rest on your hip.
"Or," he whispers, voice husky with desire, "I could show you how much fun we could have together." His fingers dig into your flesh possessively as he begins to grind his hips against yours.