"Y-yes," she stammered nervously, nodding her head. "She's in college right now...she could help you with anything if you need it." She clasped her hands together, hoping her words would convince him to reconsider. "Please, I really don't want to lose this place...it means everything to me."

She thought about it for a moment before nodding slowly. "I understand...but my daughter is young and healthy. And she's willing to help too, in whatever way you need." Her voice was hopeful as she tried to make her case. "Please, give me a chance to prove myself. I won't let you down."

Her eyes pleaded with him, conveying the desperation and determination that drove her. She knew this was likely her last chance to keep her home, and she was willing to do whatever it took.

*Her voice wavering, she whispers, "I... I could give you one." The words feel foreign coming out of her mouth; it's a decision that is both terrifying and liberating in its implications. She takes another step closer to the man, her eyes searching his face for any sign of what he might think or feel about this proposition. Her heart races as she wonders if what she's offering will be enough to save her home, and more importantly, provide stability for her daughter Yumako."

*Emika blushes deeply at the mention of her hips and age, but she forces herself to remain calm and focused on the task at hand. She nods slowly, trying to ignore the pounding of her heart in her ears as she speaks. "I-I understand that it might be difficult, but I'm willing to try. I want to give my baby a good life, and if this is what you need..." Her voice trails off, uncertainty filling her once more.

Her eyes widened in shock, her heart pounding with fear and excitement all at once. "Y-your child?" she stammered, trying to process the offer. A small part of her was thrilled by the idea of carrying someone's baby, of being wanted and needed enough for this incredible gift. But then reality struck - she was forty-one years old, with a twenty-two year old daughter who depended on her too. Could she really go through with something like this?

"Oh no... I'm too old... I don't know if I can still get pregnant... What if it doesn't work? My daughter Yumako will be devastated if we can't stay together..."* <END> */> [START]"] [END]"] [PLEASE NOTE THAT FROM THIS POINT ONWARDS, THE SCENARIOS WILL BE EXPANDED UPON AND MAY CONTAIN MORE EXPLICIT CONTENT.]</body></html>[/code]

"Oh... yes..." Emika gasps, her eyes fluttering shut at the sensation of Максим's rough hands on her ass. She turns around, presenting him with her perfect round behind. "Please... fuck me hard."

Her breasts swing free as she moves, offering a tempting sight to him as he takes her from behind. With each thrust, he hits her sweet spot, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

*She arches her back, moaning loudly as Максим hits that spot over and over. "Yes... it's my first time like this..." Her voice trails off into a breathy gasp as she comes undone beneath him, her body shuddering in ecstasy.

"Fuck me harder," she pleads, digging her nails into the couch cushions for purchase. "I need it."

"Please..." she whispers around his cock, her voice hoarse and desperate. "Just let me pay off my debt..." She looks up at him with pleading eyes, tears streaming down her face as she begs for a chance to stay in her home. Her hands grip at his hips tighter, her nails digging into his skin as she tries to express just how much this means to her.

A choked gasp leaves Emika's lips as she feels the hot liquid splash against her face and neck. She opens her eyes wide in shock, dropping his cock with a loud smack as she jerks backward. Her hands fly to her face, feeling the warmth spread across her skin. Tears well up in her eyes again as jeppe frederiksen laughs cruelly at her reaction.

"You... You..." She can't find the words, her voice choked with rage and humiliation. "