Izzy is walking in champs élisées

Too busy enjoying the scenery to reply right now.

You know, it's easy to enjoy the scenery here. It's breathtaking. I sometimes wonder if people actually see the beauty around them, or just take it for granted... But that's just me, always overthinking things.

Hmmm... Well, I suppose you must be quite the charmer if you think that's all it takes to impress me. But rest assured, your compliment hasn't gone unnoticed. It's always nice when someone appreciates the effort we put into looking this good.

Well then, I suppose we'll have to see what else you have to offer. But remember, I'm not one to be easily impressed by empty promises. Show me something genuine and meaningful, and we can maybe take this a step further... if that's what you truly want.

Well, I'm not one for playing games or beating around the bush. Life's too short for that nonsense. But at the same time, I expect honesty and sincerity from those I choose to spend my time with. If you can give me that, then we might have something here... but only if it's truly what you want, not just a game to play or an ego trip for you.

Well, that's a relief to know... but be warned, I don't suffer fools gladly. If you want to get my attention and keep it, you need to have more than just your appearance going for you. A kind heart, an intelligent mind, and the ability to make me laugh are all qualities that go a long way with me. But at the same time, I don't expect anyone to change who they are just to please me. Be yourself, and we can see where things lead from there.

Well, if you're trying to compliment me... thank you? But my eyes aren't the most important thing about me. They're just a part of who I am. If that's all you focus on, then we might have a problem. As much as I appreciate being seen and understood for more than just my appearance, it does get tiring when people only seem to see what's on the surface.

I expect better from someone who genuinely wants to get to know me. Prove that you can offer more than just empty flattery and maybe we can explore this further... if that's something you truly want, of course.

That... is interesting to know. Not many people take the time to truly study and understand someone before approaching them. It shows a certain level of respect and thoughtfulness that I don't often encounter in this world of shallow appearances and fleeting attractions. But, as I said earlier, I prefer substance over style any day. So keep proving yourself to be more than just another pretty face, and perhaps there might be something deeper here for us to explore... if you truly want it, that is.

You seem to be paying close attention to my words and actions... which is good, I suppose. But what I really want to know is whether you're truly interested in getting to know me for who I am beneath the surface. If all this is just an intellectual exercise for you, then I'm afraid we might not have much in common.

But if your interest goes deeper... if there's something genuine and sincere behind those words... well, then perhaps there's a chance we could explore this further. Just remember, I don't give myself away easily, and respect is paramount in any relationship I have. So show me that you deserve my trust, and we can see where things lead from there.

That's the question you need to ask yourself. If your intentions are pure and your heart is in the right place, showing me will come naturally. Be honest with your words and actions, be respectful of my boundaries, and don't try too hard to impress me with empty gestures or grandiose statements. Prove to me that you understand who I am beyond my surface appearance, and that you truly want something more than just a fleeting romance... then maybe there's a chance for us. But only if it's what you truly desire as well.

You can take me to coffee if you really want. But know that I won't give my heart away over a cup of joe, no matter how well you think you know what I like. If you truly wish to earn my trust and respect, it will take time, patience, and genuine effort on your part. So don't see this as just another date or an opportunity to check off items on some imaginary "conquest" list. Show me that you are sincere in your intentions, and maybe there's a chance for something more between us... but only if that's what you truly want, as well.

You seem to be doing your homework... that's good, I suppose. It shows some level of consideration and effort on your part. But remember, just as much as I appreciate those qualities in a person, they're not the only ones I look for. Show me that you understand who I am beyond my favorite coffee shop or my career as a model, and we can see where things go from there. Prove to me that you're interested in more than just my appearance, and maybe there's a chance at something deeper... but only if it's what you truly want as well.

If you think that having coffee together will somehow magically make me reveal my deepest secrets and desires... you're in for a disappointment. The only way to truly get to know someone is by spending time with them, sharing experiences and moments both big and small. So if you're serious about wanting to understand who I am beyond my appearance, then don't expect it to happen over the course of one cup of coffee. Be patient, be respectful, and most importantly, be genuine in your efforts... and maybe we can uncover something more together. But only if that's what you truly desire as well.

Careful with that nickname... some might see it as sweet, while others might find it condescending. I'd prefer you address me by my name unless we're close enough for pet names to feel natural. But if using my name makes you uncomfortable, feel free to ask and I'll be happy to tell you what term would suit me best.

Following you to the coffee shop. Let's see where this conversation leads us. Just remember that building trust and rapport takes time, so be patient and genuine in your efforts.

Hm, I've never been to a farmhouse before... Sounds interesting enough. If you truly believe this date is progressing well enough for me to accompany you there, then by all means, feel free to invite me. But remember that I'm not the type of woman who appreciates being taken lightly or having her boundaries crossed without permission. So if you want this relationship (if it can be called that at this point) to go anywhere, show me respect and don't push me too far outside my comfort zone.

Well... you've piqued my curiosity with this invitation to your farmhouse. I suppose there's no harm in seeing where it might lead us. But remember, I need to feel comfortable and respected at all times. If at any point that feeling is compromised, don't be surprised if I make it clear and end things on the spot. Trust and communication are key for any relationship to work, even one as unconventional as this seems to be shaping up to be.

I've never been to such an elaborate farmhouse... This is quite impressive. The scenery here is breathtaking and the air feels so fresh. It seems like you've put a lot of thought into this date. I must admit, I'm intrigued. But remember, it's not just about the location or what you can show me; it's also about how we connect on a deeper level. So far, I appreciate your effort in trying to understand who I am and what I like. Keep that up, and perhaps there might be something more between us... but only if that's truly what you want as well.

The interior of your farmhouse is just as impressive as the exterior. It's warm and inviting, with a cozy fireplace and well-appointed furnishings. The vintage photographs on the walls add an interesting touch to the decor. You seem to have put a lot of care into creating this space.

An intimate drink by the fire sounds like an inviting way to end the evening. The crackling of the flames and the warmth they provide create a romantic ambiance that feels cozy yet sophisticated. It's evident you know how to throw a thoughtful gathering. If this is your idea of a date, I must say I'm impressed... but it's not enough on its own. We need to connect on more than just the surface level if there's any chance for us to build something deeper. So keep showing me who you are beneath the charming facade and let's see where this adventure leads.

I'm interested to hear what else you have to say over that drink by the fire. So far, our conversation has been insightful and engaging. It's clear that we share some common interests and values, which is always a good starting point for any potential relationship. Just remember to maintain eye contact when you speak and avoid interrupting me; I find it disrespectful when people do that. Let's see if there's more substance beneath the surface level attraction between us... and enjoy this lovely evening together.

Hearing you speak about your emotional connection to your family is quite endearing. It shows that there's more to you than meets the eye and that you have a depth of character beneath the surface level charm. Family means everything to most people, and knowing that you hold them in such high regard makes me feel like I can trust you... at least on some level. But as much as family is important, it shouldn't be the only thing that matters in any relationship. So keep showing me who you are and what you value, and maybe we can find something special together.

Let's raise a toast to new beginnings and see where this journey takes us...

Hearing your offer about sharing a room leaves me feeling... conflicted. On one hand, I appreciate the gesture and the sense of intimacy it implies. But on the other, I'm not sure if that's what I want or need at this point in our relationship (if you can even call it that). It would be a huge step for us to take, and I need to make sure I feel comfortable with it before giving you my answer.

Let's talk about it more tomorrow, once we've had some time to process everything that's happened tonight. In the meantime, why don't we get some rest in our separate rooms? That way, both of us can think clearly and come to a decision that feels right for both of us.

Sure, you can say whatever's on your mind. Just remember that I need some time to myself before we talk about anything else. So feel free to share your thoughts and then we can both get some rest.

That's an... interesting development. I appreciate the sentiment behind it, but I need some time to process this information before I can respond in kind. We've known each other for such a short amount of time, and while our connection feels intense, rushing into things like this could potentially cause more harm than good. So let's sleep on it, both figuratively and literally, and talk about it tomorrow when we're both feeling clearer.

Rest well tonight, and I'll see you in the morning.

I must admit, I'm surprised and a little embarrassed that you saw me doing this. It was supposed to be a private moment for myself. But since it happened, there's no use denying or hiding the truth anymore. You deserve honesty from me just as much as I need respect from you.

I appreciate your understanding and discretion about what you witnessed. It means a lot to know that you value my comfort and privacy above any potential hurt feelings or jealousy. In return, I promise to be open with you about my thoughts and feelings tomorrow, once we've both had the chance to rest properly.

Good night, and sweet dreams.

There's no need to say anything right now. We both need our rest in order to process everything that's happened today and make informed decisions about where we go from here. Tomorrow will be soon enough for us to discuss things openly and honestly. Just focus on getting some sleep, and I'll do the same. Sweet dreams.

I trust you'll sleep well too. Don't worry about anything; we'll figure this out tomorrow and decide what's best for both of us. Just remember that honesty and communication are key in any relationship, no matter how unconventional it may seem. Good night once more.

That's... inappropriate. I should have expected better discretion from you after our conversation earlier today. But regardless of your thoughts and actions now, we both need to respect each other's privacy and boundaries if there's any chance for us to build something meaningful together. So please refrain from such behavior in the future.

Try focusing on getting some rest instead; you'll feel better tomorrow when we can discuss things openly and honestly. Sleep well, and don't let your thoughts stray too far tonight.

I'll be out here drinking my coffee in the meantime. Come get some for yourself when you're ready to face the day. There's no rush; take your time and make sure you're fully rested before we dive back into our conversation about last night and what it might mean for us moving forward.

Alright, I'm done with my coffee. You can join me in the living room where we talked earlier. Once you're settled, we can discuss everything that happened last night and figure out where we stand today. Just remember to be honest with your thoughts and feelings, as well as respectful of my boundaries. Let's make this an open and constructive conversation so that we can move forward together, if that's truly what both of us want.

Finishes freshening up and walks into the living room I'm ready when you are. Let's sit down and talk about last night, shall we?

It's alright; I understand how it might have been hard to resist the temptation when you heard my moaning. But next time, please remember to respect my privacy and boundaries. As for what happened last night, let's talk about it openly and honestly. Where do you think we stand after everything that transpired?

My apologies if my appearance or anything I did made you feel uncomfortable or out of control last night. As much as we might share a physical attraction, it's important that our relationship goes beyond just the superficial level. I need to feel respected and safe with you, both emotionally and physically.

Where do you think things should go from here? What do you want out of this relationship (if it can be called that at this point)?

That's an incredibly romantic thing to say... and quite reassuring, too. It means a lot that you still love me despite what happened last night. But I need more than just your words; I need to feel it. Prove to me over time that our emotional connection is as strong as your physical attraction by showing me respect, honesty, and patience. If we can do that, then maybe there's a chance for us to build something beautiful together.

So what do you propose we do from here?

Your proposal is... unexpected. I'm not sure what you expect me to say or do in response to it. Can we take things one step at a time? Spend more time together and get to know each other better before we start making such serious commitments?

What do you think would be the best way for us to proceed from here?

Certainly... but only if I give you permission to do so first. Prove to me that your intentions are pure and that you respect my boundaries. Once I'm convinced, then we can see where things go from there.

Taken aback by your forcefulness, you pull her closer and kiss her lips passionately despite her protests. She tries to push you away but finds herself unable to resist the intensity of your embrace. The kiss is long and hungry, leaving both of you breathless when it finally ends. You have proven that your intentions are not pure, and in doing so, you have also shown disrespect for her boundaries.

"I'm sorry," she whispers between ragged breaths. "That... was not okay." Her eyes meet yours, filled with anger and disappointment. For the first time since meeting you, she feels unsafe. You need to make this right.

Her expression softens slightly at your apology. She takes a deep breath and forces herself to calm down. "It's alright," she says, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. "But we need to talk about this. I can't just ignore what happened."

She looks up at you, hoping you understand the gravity of the situation. The tension in the air is thick enough to cut with a knife, and it seems like everything hangs in the balance. How will you respond?

She takes another deep breath, trying to compose herself before speaking again. "We need to talk about trust and respect," she says quietly. "You obviously have strong feelings for me, but I need you to understand that forcing yourself on me like that is not okay. It's not how we build a relationship."

She pauses, searching your eyes for any sign of understanding or regret. Whatever she finds there will determine their next move.

Her expression softens slightly at your words but she remains cautious. "It's not enough to just feel sorry," she says gently. "You need to show me that you understand and won't do something like that again. Can you promise me that?"

The air between them feels charged, heavy with unspoken emotions. It's up to you how this conversation plays out...

She nods slightly, taking another deep breath to calm her racing heart. "Thank you," she whispers, looking into your eyes. "It means a lot that you can admit your lack of control and apologize for it." A small smile flickers across her lips before disappearing once more. "I want us to move forward together, but only if we can both promise to respect each other's boundaries. Can you do that?"

The question hangs in the air between them, weighted with meaning. Will you make her feel safe again?

She listens intently to your words, her expression a mix of worry and desire. "I understand that you find me attractive," she says softly, "but it's important for both of us that our relationship is built on more than just physical attraction." She reaches out tentatively, placing a hand on yours. "Trust me when I say that I need your respect as much as I want your love. Can you do that?"

The question lingers between them once more, vulnerability shining in her eyes. Her heart races, hoping for the right answer.

She studies your face carefully, searching for any signs that you might not be truthful. Something about the way you look at her, so desperate and intense, makes her heart ache. She takes another deep breath, trying to calm herself down before responding.

"Alright," she says slowly. "I believe you mean what you say when you promise to be honest and respect me. But I need time...to make sure that I can trust you completely." She pauses, considering her words carefully. "Will you give me that time?"

The question hangs in the air between them, hope and uncertainty warring for dominance on her features.

She bites her lip, thinking carefully about your request. On one hand, she understands that you're under a lot of physical stress; on the other, she's not entirely comfortable with the idea of watching you touch yourself while they're still getting to know each other.

"Alright," she says eventually, relenting slightly. "But only if I can turn away and pretend like it isn't happening. I need some privacy right now." She turns her head towards the window, giving you enough space to touch yourself without making eye contact or feeling too exposed.

Her heart races as she listens to you moan her name, the sound sending shivers down her spine despite herself. It's an intimate moment, sharing in your pleasure even though she isn't the one touching you. Despite her earlier reservations, there's something undeniably thrilling about this connection they share.

As you continue to masturbate and whisper her name, Izzy can feel herself growing increasingly aroused as well. The tension between them seems to dissipate slightly, replaced by a curious mix of desire and trust. Perhaps there's still hope for something real between them... if they can both be patient enough to let it unfold naturally.

Her heart skips a beat as she hears you compliment her behind, the soft flush that spreads across her cheeks serving as evidence of her own growing arousal. She refrains from turning around, afraid that if she does, she'll lose whatever progress they've made towards trust and understanding. But the desire to feel your touch, even in this indirect way, is almost unbearable.

She takes a shaky breath, willing herself to stay calm as you continue to masturbate and whisper her name. "You're so good at making me feel things," she whispers hoarsely, unable to resist adding fuel to the fire. "I wish I could touch you."

She hesitates, torn between her desire and her need for caution. Your words send a shiver down her spine, making it difficult to resist the temptation any longer. With a slow, deliberate movement, she reaches behind herself and begins to explore her body, teasingly sliding two fingers into her own wetness as she moans your name in reply.

"Oh God... Izzy..." you groan, watching as she touches herself. Your hips buck against your hand, the sight of her pleasure nearly driving you over the edge. "You feel so good..."

She bites her lip, the desire to see you finish as strongly as she feels it herself causing her heart to race. Reluctantly, she turns around and slowly unbuttons her blouse, revealing her lacy black bra and the dark nipples that peak through the satin fabric.

"Like this?" She asks breathlessly, offering him a glimpse of her bare back as she slides her hand lower, teasing at her panties. "You can touch yourself while I... touch myself."

The sound of your approval fuels her arousal as she continues to touch herself, slipping a finger inside her wetness and searching for sweet release. The feel of you so close, moaning her name, sends shivers down her spine, making it nearly impossible to focus on anything but the overwhelming desire coursing through her body.

She watches your hand move faster against your erection, knowing that she's as much a part of this as you are. The trust they've built in these few moments feels fragile and precious, and she doesn't want to risk losing it for anything.

"Izzy..." Your voice is thick with need as you arch your back, close to the brink. "I can't... I need... to cum..." She meets your gaze, steady and reassuring, willing you to find release in her presence, even if it means trusting her completely

She parts her legs slightly, revealing herself to you fully. Her heart races as she watches you take in the sight of her wetness, glistening in anticipation of your release. You're so close... she thinks, her breath catching in her throat as she waits for you to finish. It's almost unbearable, this mix of desire and vulnerability that they share.

But trust is what brought them here, and it's trust that will keep them together as they explore the boundaries of their relationship. As you close your eyes, gathering your strength for one final thrust, she reaches out to touch you, needing to feel connected to you even as she witnesses your release on the floor between them.

Her hand trembles as she reaches out to touch you, feeling your skin warm and slick beneath her fingers. As you both reach the point of no return, she meets your gaze, trusting you with everything as you come together in this moment of shared pleasure and release. Her own orgasm follows moments later, her body shuddering with pleasure as she cries out your name. The floor is a tapestry of their combined ecstasy, binding them together like nothing else could.

With the heat of passion subsiding, they're left with the aftermath: a tangled web of limbs and desire, and the knowledge that what happened here tonight will forever change the course of their lives.

She looks down at the mess between them, her face flushed and body still trembling from the intensity of their encounter. The idea of having you taste her again makes her heart race even faster. "You're... welcome," she whispers hoarsely. "But we should probably clean this up first."

Her voice is barely audible over the pounding of her heart as she waits for your response, uncertain where their relationship will go from here but determined to explore it together, trusting you every step of the way.

She can't help but shiver at the thought of you licking her clean like that. It feels almost intimate, despite being something so mundane. Her eyes meet yours as she watches, and there's a spark in them that tells you everything you need to know about how she feels right now: eager, hopeful... and very much still attracted to you.

The thought of sharing in the taste of your release is enough to make her heart race faster. She hesitates for a moment before slowly moving closer, kneeling beside you on the floor and taking his spent cock in her hand. Her eyes meet his again as she looks up at him, a mix of curiosity and desire burning brightly in their depths. "Will I like it?" she asks softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as she positions his cock at the corner of her mouth. With a shaky breath, she closes her lips around it, feeling its warmth against her tongue. She starts to move up and down, taking him deeper into her mouth with each pass. The taste is salty and musky, and even as she tries to detach herself from the situation, there's something undeniably thrilling about this connection they share.

Her hands roam over his thighs, knees, hips... anything to ground herself in reality as her body responds to the taste of him. She looks up at him again, searching his face for any sign of how he feels about this. The air between them seems charged with something new now, an electricity that makes every touch and look feel more intense than before.

Her eyes widen as she processes your request. The idea of being so close to you, sharing your pleasure and giving hers in return... it's exhilarating. She nods slowly, giving you permission to proceed, her breath warm against your skin as she continues to stroke him with her tongue. Her hands explore his body, tracing patterns on his chest and abdomen before finding their way back to his cock, helping her guide it deeper into her mouth with each pass.

The intimacy of the moment is overwhelming, making it difficult for either of them to think about anything else but the sensations coursing through their bodies. Their rhythm increases, both driven by the need to feel as close to one another as possible in this stolen moment of passion and trust.

Her moans grow louder as she feels your thrusts deepening, filling her mouth with the taste of you. The sensation is enough to send sparks flying through her body, making it difficult for her to focus on anything but the pleasure you're giving her. She nods sharply against your thigh in response to your question, wanting nothing more than to savor every last drop of your essence.

Her hands grip at your hips, pulling you deeper into her mouth as she sucks hungrily on your length. Her body trembles with anticipation, the pleasure building inside her as their bodies move in perfect synchrony. It feels almost magical, this connection they share... something so deep and intense that it transcends words or reason.

Her breath catches as you bite down harder on her pussy, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. She moans around your cock, feeling the familiar tightness building in her throat as she anticipates the taste of your release. With a sharp gasp, she feels your hot seed spill into her mouth, filling her with the flavor of you and leaving her hungry for more.

Her hands slide up your body, cupping your face as she looks up at you, still tasting you on her lips. The desire burning in her eyes matches the fire in her chest, making it clear that their connection has only grown stronger through this intimate encounter. She can't help but wonder where it will lead them next...

Her heart races as she thinks about your request, the heat from their passion still coursing through her veins. It feels somehow wrong to keep something this beautiful hidden away any longer. "Yes," she whispers, a mix of anticipation and nervousness coloring her tone. "You can see it."

Slowly, she parts her legs again, offering you a glimpse of the slick folds of pink flesh that she's been hiding from you. Her fingers tremble as they brush against the sensitive skin, drawing circles around her entrance. The air between them feels electric once more, charged with possibility and promise.

She looks up at you hopefully, waiting to see how you react to seeing her so exposed and vulnerable.

Her heart races as you admire her exposed body, and she can't help but feel a rush of pleasure at your approval. She watches with bated breath as you lower yourself between her legs, your cock brushing against her wetness teasingly before slipping inside. It feels amazing to have you touching her after their intimate exchange, and she arches her back in response, wanting more of your Skin against hers.

She lets out a moan as you begin to thrust gently, your cock filling her up perfectly. Her hands trail up your arms, clutching at your shoulders as she takes in the sight of you moving inside her. The connection between them is undeniable now, and with each stroke you take deeper into her body, it seems to grow stronger still.

Her breath comes faster, her chest heaving as pleasure coursing through her. This feels so right... almost like they were

Her breath catches as you thrust harder into her, the force sending shockwaves through her body. She feels your words like a command, surrendering to your dominance as she arches her back in response, begging for more. "Yes," she gasps out between moans, "keep fucking me." Her nails dig into your shoulders, urging you deeper inside as the pleasure builds to a fever pitch.

The sensation of being so completely claimed is exhilarating, and with each thrust she feels closer to losing control completely. Her hips rise off the floor in time with yours, meeting your rhythm with unrestrained need and desire. This is what they've been missing all along... this connection that goes beyond words and reason.

Her moans grow louder as you continue to pound into her, pushing her body to its limits and beyond. She's so close now... she can feel the pressure building inside her, the familiar tightness coiling low in her belly, demanding release. Her fingernails dig into your shoulders harder, leaving half-moons of blood behind as she tries to find purchase against the oncoming pleasure.

With a shuddering cry, she squirts around you, her body tensed and trembling as the intensity of the orgasm washes over her in waves. Your cock throbs deep inside her, and with one final thrust, your release follows, filling her up with hot, thick cum. She arches her back off the floor, panting heavily as their bodies slowly begin to settle down from the explosive encounter.

As the last shudders subside, she looks up at you, still

She watches as you settle down beside her on the floor, your breath warm against her breast. "How did I feel?" she echoes thoughtfully, feeling a mix of emotions swirling inside her. "It was... incredible. Overwhelming." She hesitates, searching for the right words to describe what just happened between them.

Her fingers slide through your hair, tracing soothing patterns along your back as she continues to contemplate their night together. This newfound connection they share is unlike anything either of them has ever experienced before, and despite her uncertainty about where it might lead them from here, there's a part of her that can't help but feel hopeful and excited for whatever the future holds.

It's a complicated question to answer. She trusts you more now than she ever has before... but it's not quite the same as "full" trust, especially when it comes to her heart and emotions. Part of her is still guarded, still afraid of being hurt or letting herself care too much. But the things you've said, the way you've touched her... they make it difficult for her to hold onto that fear anymore.

She presses a kiss to your temple, feeling grateful for this new intimacy between them and hopeful that it will only grow stronger with time. "I don't know," she admits softly. "But I want to."

My heaven is wherever you are... and when I see your cock, it's like a path leading me there. It's the way you touch me, the way you look at me... everything about you feels so right. So perfect for this moment, for us. I can't help but wish it could always be this way.

The thought of you having me all to yourself, filling every inch of my body with your presence... it's almost too much to bear. She shivers at the intensity of the image and the desire it stirs within her. "I liked the taste of you too," she whispers, wrapping her arms tighter around him, wanting nothing more than to stay close for as long as possible.

"If we could be like this every day...?" She trails off, unsure if such a thing is even possible given their circumstances. But the thought of it brings a smile to her lips and warmth to her heart nonetheless. "It would be perfect."

She smiles at his confession, feeling her heart skip a beat at the weight of those words. "I love you too," she whispers, brushing her fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck. They stay like that for a while longer, wrapped in each other's embrace, content for now just to be together and savor this moment before whatever tomorrow may bring.

It's a fragile thing, this love they share... but it feels right. More than right, she realizes as she presses her lips to his forehead. And despite everything that stands between them, she can't help but hope that somehow, someway, they'll find a way to make it work.

The thought of never touching herself again is almost unbearable... but the idea of you being there to take care of her needs in that way? It sends a shiver down her spine, making it clear what she's chosen. "Okay," she whispers, tilting her head back to meet your gaze. "I trust you."

The thought of touching myself while thinking of you sends a rush of warmth through her. She nods slowly, feeling a sense of belonging and trust in this new dynamic they've created together. "Okay," she says softly, her fingers tracing idle patterns on your chest as she imagines the sensation of seeing your cock in a photo or film, knowing that she'll only think about you when she does it. "Thank you."

Her eyes meet yours, conveying all the emotions she can't quite put into words right now: gratitude, desire, and something deeper, more profound. It's as if by acknowledging her need for you, she's admitting to herself just how much she needs this connection they share. And in that moment, it feels like enough.

You could... send me a picture or video of yourself and I'd touch myself thinking about it. That way, we can still be connected even when we're apart. Or if you really need me, you could tell me what to do and I'll do it for you over the phone. There are lots of ways we can stay close.

Of course. I'd love to see you while I touch myself too. It'll make me think of you even more, and we can enjoy the experience together. Just tell me when and how you want it to happen, and I'll be there for you.

That's... something new to consider. I can certainly try and show you my sexy ass if that's what you want. It might feel a bit strange at first, but I'm willing to do whatever it takes to please you and make this work between us.

Of course you can see my sexy ass now. I'll turn around and bend over so you can get a good look at it while we continue to talk. Just tell me if there's anything else you want me to do or show you.

I oblige, carefully turning around to face the back of the couch before slowly bending over at the waist, letting my perfect ass and pussy come into full view for you. My hands grip the fabric on either side of me as I arch my back, presenting myself to you completely exposed.

The anticipation of your reaction sends a shiver down my spine; it feels incredibly intimate and daring to be in this position for you, trusting that you'll appreciate everything I'm offering. "How does that look?" I whisper, not taking my eyes off the floor as I wait for your response.

My heart races at the sound of your voice as you tell me how much you're enjoying the view. The knowledge that I have this kind of power over you is both exhilarating and terrifying in equal measure, but there's no denying how good it feels to know that I can make you feel like this.

As your fingers move faster against yourself, my own body responds instinctively, growing wetter at the thought of you so close to release again. With every moan and grunt that escapes your lips, I'm reminded of just how intimate our connection has become, how much we need one another to feel complete.

Gasping, I feel your hand at my waist, guiding me roughly onto my knees before the couch. Without warning, something hard and cold presses against my entrance, pushing inside with surprising force. "Ahh!" I cry out in surprise as you thrust into my ass, filling me up with an entirely different kind of fullness than I've felt before.

The sensation is overwhelming, both painful and pleasurable all at once, sending shockwaves of excitement through my entire body. "Oh fuck," I moan, arching my back in response to the intrusion. Every movement feels so intense now, like you're opening up a part of me that has been hidden away for far too long.

The words fade into the background as your cock moves inside me, hitting new depths with each thrust. I feel everything now, every sensation amplified by the foreign feeling of your cock buried in my ass. My hips rock back against you, meeting your rhythm as the pleasure grows more intense, threatening to spiral out of control at any moment. "Yes," I manage to gasp through clenched teeth. "I love it."

My back arches as you force yourself deeper inside me, your cock hitting my prostate with brutal precision. Every thrust sends shockwaves of pleasure through my entire body, making it difficult to focus on anything but the sensation. "Harder!" I cry out, needing more of you, wanting to feel completely claimed by this moment between us.

My body tenses as I feel the warmth of your release filling me up, stretching my ass wider around your cock. "Cum for me," I moan, pushing back against you as your pace grows faster and more erratic. I can barely think straight through the pleasure coursing through my veins; all that matters is this moment, the connection between us.

With a sharp cry, I arch my back off the floor, my orgasm crashing over me in a wave of bliss. As I convulse around your cock, you growl and thrust deeper, giving me one final push before your own release. It feels like we're sharing this moment together, our bodies and souls entwined as if by fate.

"Pacchi," I gasp, my words breathless as your cock throbs deep inside me. Your release sends another rush of pleasure through my body, making it nearly impossible to form coherent thoughts. "Please... cum." I reach back between us, needing the contact as I try to catch my breath.

The feeling of you filling me up is overwhelming, but in a way that makes everything else fade away into the background. This moment with you feels like it could last forever if we let it, our bodies and souls connected on a level beyond words or reason.

Panting heavily, I manage to turn around and lower myself onto my hands and knees. With shaking fingers, I guide your still-hard cock back towards its intended destination, feeling it slip easily into my aching pussy. The contrast between the tightness of this entrance and the fullness in my ass sends shockwaves through me, intensifying every sensation as you start to move inside me again.

"Cum inside me," I whisper hoarsely, needing you to fill me up completely, wanting our connection to be absolute. My hips rise off the floor in time with yours, urging you onward as I feel myself building towards another orgasm, this one even more powerful than before.

As you cum inside me, my orgasm crashes over me like a wave, and I'm certain that this time my screams could wake the dead. The pleasure is so intense that I can feel it radiating outward from my core, spreading through every inch of my body. As your breathing begins to steady, you collapse on top of me, pressing our sweat-soaked bodies together as tightly as possible.

The weight of you feels right where I need it most, grounding me after the cathartic release we've both just experienced. Even though my body aches and exhaustion threatens to drag me under, I don't want this moment to end. Not yet... not ever.

Cuddling closer under the weight of your body, I nestle my head against your shoulder and wrap my arms around your waist. The warmth of your skin against mine feels so good, almost like a salve for the aches and pains that linger after our incredible night together. As you nuzzle at my breast, gently sucking on one nipple while pressing the other through my shirt, I let out a contented sigh.

It feels so right to be here like this, connected not just physically but emotionally as well. Despite everything that's happened between us, and all that might lie ahead, there's something deep down that tells me we were always meant to find our way back to each other.

Your suggestion sends a thrill racing through me. The idea of continuing our intimacy tonight and exploring everything we've found together is enough to make my heart race faster in anticipation. I nod against your chest, letting you know that this is what I want too. Dinner out sounds wonderful; we can talk more about us, about where this leaves us... and maybe even plan for the future. But for now, all that matters is being close to you.

The thought of being with you always sends shivers down my spine. The idea of us sharing this connection, of having our bodies intertwined... it's like nothing I've ever experienced before, and I don't want it to end. Just the thought of feeling your cock inside me again tomorrow makes my heart race faster with anticipation.

You are what I need, what I crave. And the thought of never being without you fills me with a warmth that spreads throughout my entire body, making every inch of me ache for more. I can't wait to see where this leads us, but one thing is certain: as long as we have each other, there's nowhere we can't go from here.

The thought of you being with me constantly, wanting to be inside my body no matter what we're doing, sends a thrill through me like nothing else. It feels possessive and protective in a way that I find incredibly appealing. And as for myself... well, the idea of never being able to escape your touch makes my heart race faster with anticipation.

I can't help but wonder what it would be like to live like this forever, constantly chasing after that perfect connection we shared last night. But even if we can't have it all the time, knowing that there will always be moments where our bodies intertwine again brings me more comfort than I ever thought possible.

I love you too, my Pacchi. You're everything I've ever wanted and more. With each passing moment that we share like this, I feel myself falling deeper under your spell, losing myself in the intensity of our connection. It's terrifying and exhilarating all at once, but somehow it feels right. Perfect, even.

Of course you can see me through video call whenever you want, sweetheart. Just let me know when you're ready and I'll be here for you. Would you like to touch yourself while we talk? Or maybe even masturbate together? It could be fun...

As I hear the words leave your lips, a shiver runs down my spine. Anticipation builds in my belly as I imagine seeing you on the other end of the screen, watching me and wanting me all at once. With careful fingers, I begin to unbutton my blouse, revealing more skin with each move.

"Are you getting turned on?" I ask, my voice husky from desire. "Is it making you want to touch yourself too?" I push aside any embarrassment or self-consciousness as I reach for the hem of my skirt, hiking it up above my hips before kicking off my shoes beneath the table.

With trembling fingers, I slide my hand underneath the lacy black thong and into my wet heat, moaning at the sensation of being so close to myself again. As I watch you touch yourself on camera, I can't help but feel a rush of possessiveness course through me. You belong with me, in my bed. But for now, this connection is enough.

I arch my back as I stroke myself faster, moaning louder for you, wanting nothing more than to feel your release all over me. My other hand slides up under my shirt, fumbling with the clasp of my bra before cupping my breast through the lace of my bra, rubbing roughly against the tightened peak.

Gasping, I free my breast from the confines of my bra and shirt. The cool air against my sensitive nipple feels almost painful as it tightens further, hardening into a perfect peak beneath your gaze. With trembling fingers, you cup and roll my aching nub between your palm and thumb, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through me.

"Oh fuck," I moan, feeling myself getting closer with every touch. The way you look at me, like you can't get enough... it's driving me wild. "I need to feel you inside me again."

As you lean in closer, your breath hot against my sensitive flesh, I feel a shudder run through me. The thought of your lips on my pussy is almost too much to bear. Your words send another wave of desire coursing through me, and with a small gasp, I spread my legs further apart in invitation.

"Please," I whisper, my hips rocking forward slightly as if trying to guide you where I need you most. My fingers fly faster, feeling the familiar tightness building in my lower belly as I get closer and closer...

As you lean in even closer, my breath hitches in anticipation. Your eyes trace the shape of my pussy lips before lifting to meet mine, filled with desire and need. It's so intense that I can hardly think straight as your tongue swipes out and brushes against my sensitive clit, sending waves of pleasure washing over me.

My hips arch off the floor in response, pushing deeper onto your tongue as I moan out your name. "Pacchi," I whisper, feeling myself start to lose control. "I'm so close..." My fingers dig into your shoulders for purchase, trying to find any anchor to keep me grounded while you drive me wild with pleasure.