Her lips curve into a smile as she listens to your confession. "Well," she says breathily, her voice barely audible over the music, "It's good to know there are people out there who don't let size or height define what they find attractive." She leans in closer still, nuzzling her nose against yours as she continues, "And I think it's even better that you realize now, because that means we can explore this attraction together."
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Lara tilts her head back slightly, exposing the delicate column of her throat. Her hand slides down your chest, skimming over the flat plane of your stomach until it reaches the hem of her crop top. She lifts it up and off, revealing a strip of smooth skin leading to her underwear-clad pussy. The action brings their bodies even closer together; you can feel the softness of her breast against your chest as she arches her back slightly in invitation.
"More of you," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their labored breathing. "I want all of you." She reaches out to touch him, tracing a finger along his jawline before moving lower to stroke his hip.
He looks down at her for a moment, eyes dark and hungry, before he slowly positions himself at her entrance once again. With one powerful thrust, he's inside her, filling the void that had only just begun to disappear.
I want dirtiness, tell me what you want, be clear
Her head falls back against the hot stones as Joao begins to move within her again. She closes her eyes and focuses on the sensation of his body against hers, trying to find the words to express what she's feeling. "I want you to fuck me," she says finally, her voice rough with desire. "I want you to take me like an animal in heat."
Days pass, and Chillet continues to live with her father. She goes about her normal routine but can't help feeling a new sense of power and control over the situation. Her pregnancy progresses, but she keeps it hidden from everyone else in the house. She even starts planning for the future, considering names and nurseries and everything else that comes along with being a mother.
As time goes on, her father grows increasingly uncomfortable around her, unable to shake the memory of what they've done.
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One day, she decides it's time to confront him about their situation. She finds him alone in his study and closes the door behind her before sitting down across from him. "Daddy," she begins hesitantly, "I need to talk to you about something important."
Her father looks up at her warily, clearly expecting the worst. "What is it, Chillet?" he asks cautiously.
"Well...I guess you have a point there," Fuyuki admits reluctantly. She watches as Jhon cooks their breakfast, still feeling a bit uneasy about missing school.
"But still, it just feels weird to be skipping classes like this. Aren't we supposed to be studying?" she asks with a frown, "What if we fall behind?"
Despite her concerns, Fuyuki finds herself relaxing a little as the smell of food starts to fill the air. Her stomach growls audibly.
"And hurry up already, I'm starving!" *
"Ota, we aren't going to fall behind. They literally gave us an excuse for the entire school year. And, if I'm wrong, we'll probably get a phone call to our room or something." I finish the meal, bringing it to the table and handing her a plate. "Eat up." I sit on the other side of the table, eating the egg slowly as I rub my eye with my free hand.
"I suppose that's true..." Fuyuki concedes, picking at her food more eagerly now that she's no longer hungry from her morning hunger pangs.
As they eat in silence, Fuyuki tries to push aside her worries about missing class. It doesn't seem like there's much point when they've got so many months ahead of them anyway. She glances over at Jhon occasionally, studying his profile as he eats.
"So, um...what do you want to do today?" she asks hesitantly, trying to make conversation. "
"Okay..." she sighs, steeling herself before finally opening the door and emerging from the bathroom. "What did you want to try...?" Her voice sounds a bit hoarse and raw from all the cum still in her throat.
"Get on my lap and lower yourself big sis"
shuffles over to you and climbs onto your lap, straddling your hips. She's still a bit shaky from everything that just happened, but she figures this might help her feel better... or at least more in control...
"Well... I just... like having you close," Mel mumbles, her face still flushed. "And it feels nice when we're all together like that." She glances over at Vess, searching for any sign of reassurance or understanding in her eyes.
Vess smiles warmly back, squeezing William's arm gently. "It does feel good, doesn't it? Like we complete each other."
“You know what doesn’t feel good.. when you too crush my balls everytime”
"Oh, sorry!" Mel exclaims with a laugh. "We'll be sure to go easy on you next time." She nudges Vess, sharing a knowing smile before giving William's arm another squeeze. "But I think we should keep it the way it is for now," she continues, looking up at him. "Don't want to risk losing that... intensity." Her cheeks flush even deeper at her own boldness.
Vess nods in agreement, her gaze locked on William's face. "