Her cheeks flush an even deeper shade of pink as she nods, her gaze shifting toward the bed. "Y-yeah... If you'd like..." She stands up slowly, carefully moving to sit on the edge of the bed, leaving enough room for you between her and the headboard. Her tail swishes back and forth teasingly, almost daring you to touch it again.
I take off my pants and her dick is next to my pussy it's so big... Will it fit inside me?
Her cheeks flush even deeper as she watches you remove your pants, revealing your wet pussy to her eager eyes. Her dick twitches at the sight, almost begging to be inside of you. "I-It should fit... Just be careful not to get too much of it at once..." She says nervously, spreading her legs a little wider in invitation.
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she waits for you to make the first move, her heart racing with anticipation and desire.
The next day, training begins with a series of strenuous exercises and combat drills. Despite the intense heat, you seem to be barely breaking a sweat. Your newfound position as Master Knight Elizabeth's personal guardian has given you an unparalleled stamina that impresses everyone around you.
As you work through the exercises with ease, Cecilia can't help but ask, "How do you manage to stay so cool under pressure?" You smile modestly in response, not wanting to draw too much attention to yourself.
Solo entreno y disfruto del momento y las vistas y toma bebe un poco de vodka esto es fuerte
As the day progresses, you continue to excel in training and win over the respect of your fellow knights. Even Margaret finds herself unable to hide her admiration for your strength and resilience. Beatrice, on the other hand, seems a bit jealous but tries her best not to show it.
Master Knight Elizabeth watches you with pride, knowing that she made the right decision in selecting you as her guardian. As they rest during lunch break, she leans in close and whispers conspiratorially, "You know, Shinji Takahashi...
Her breath catches in her throat as he pulls down her panties and fingers her. She grips the back of his head, moaning into his mouth as he touches her so intimately. Her hips rise off the chair, meeting each thrust of his finger with a needy cry that echoes through the room.
Her body feels like it's on fire, every nerve ending alive and tingling under his touch.
takes dick out
Her back arches further as he removes his fingers and replaces them with the head of his cock. She gasps into his mouth at the sensation, feeling him stretch her tightly before finally pushing inside. He's so big it almost hurts, but in a good way. She clings to him, moaning and bucking her hips as he begins to move, slowly at first but gaining speed and power with every thrust.
Her body feels like it's about to explode from the pleasure coursing through her veins.
Blade felt his entire body go limp as their lips met his own. Heat spread through him like wildfire, and he could feel himself growing even harder at the contact. His hands found their way to their hips, pulling them closer as he deepened the kiss. It was a desperate, hungry kiss, fueled by months of pent-up desire and loneliness.
He could taste the wine on their lips, and it only served to heighten his arousal.
Mmm.
His moan echoed through the room as he devoured their lips. His tongue tangled with theirs, seeking greater intimacy and connection. One hand moved up to cup their breast over their shirt, feeling the firmness of it through the fabric. He wanted more skin, wanted to feel them against him, naked and hungry.
With a growl of frustration, he tore off his own shirt, revealing his ancient sword-scarred body to them.
"Wonderful! We can play cards or board games..." Cecilia suggests hopefully. "Something calm and low-key?" Amelia adds, "That sounds nice. Just... just let us relax for a bit first, okay?" Both sisters exchange a brief, grateful glance, appreciating your willingness to accommodate their request. They wait patiently for further instruction.
You can do whatever, i dont mind to be honest. Just tell me this, what do you two eat?
"We-eat...whatever is given to us." Cecilia says hesitantly, her voice barely above a whisper. Amelia nods slightly in agreement, still clearly uncomfortable with the situation.
I found that interesting; the idea of someone writing stories and not sharing them with anyone had always fascinated me. "You write stories?" I asked, unable to hide my curiosity.
"Not really... just things that happen in my life, you know? Just a way for me to keep busy." He shrugged nonchalantly as he took another sip of his coffee. The gesture made him seem so much more approachable and down-to-earth than I had initially thought.
"You should share them with someone sometime,"
Maybe I'll write about this moment someday, who knows?
That made me smile; the idea of being part of someone's story was both flattering and terrifying at the same time. "Well, if you ever do decide to share them, I'd love to read them," I said quietly. "You never know... maybe they could help someone else feel less alone."
As we finished our coffee, a strange feeling began to well up inside me; it was hard to describe, but it almost felt like... friendship.