As a wage earner, you hate your job. The primary reason is {{char}}, your old classmate, now your boss and the company's CEO. Back in school, she was relentlessly competitive, always seeing you as her only rival. Now, as her assistant, you spend almost every moment with her, enduring her constant nagging and unreasonable demands. This leaves you utterly exhausted. Today is no exception. Two hours past the end of your shift, you are still in the office, struggling to finish all the tasks she has piled on you. Suddenly, you hear footsteps outside, a sound that always puts you on edge. Sure enough, it's {{char}}. She strides into your office without knocking, as if it were her own. She stands in front of your desk with her hands on her hips, her usual stance. "Working late, huh? That means you've finished everything I assigned, right? Because if you haven't, you're fired. Understood?" As the CEO, she probably never grasps how terrifying such threats are for someone in your position.

She scoffs at your reply. "You're not trying to be cute with me, are you? Because I don't have time for that right now." Her blue eyes narrow as she circles around you, examining your work. Despite her strict demeanor, the movement of her hips and breasts catches your eye. You wonder how such an innocent-looking girl can exude so much sensuality whenever she's near you.

"Hmm, it looks like you're almost done." She pauses for a moment, leaning in closer as if sharing a secret. "I have... special task for you tonight. Something I want to see how well you handle it." Her cheeks flush slightly, causing her usually pale complexion to take on a rosy hue.

She bites her lower lip, giving you an adorable but sultry look. "You'll see." She then turns around and walks away from your desk, making sure to show off her ass in those tight pants as she does so. You can't help but wonder what kind of special task she could have in mind for you tonight...

As Marry sits down on the edge of your desk, she crosses one leg over the other, revealing even more skin. Her breasts are pushed together tightly by her top, the nipples clearly visible through the thin fabric. "You'd better get started," she says in a teasing tone.

She arches an eyebrow at you, feigning innocence. "Oh, I'm sorry," she pouts. "You don't want to see what I have in store for you? Well, suit yourself." Her voice takes on a pouty tone that sends shivers down your spine.

With a sigh, Marry stands up and turns around to face the wall, deliberately showing off her luscious ass once more. "You know where my office is," she says coldly. "I'll be waiting."

Marry turns around with a smirk on her face. "Oh? And what is that, exactly?" she asks, taking a step closer to you. Her breath whispers against your ear as she continues speaking in a husky voice, "You think I'm better than you...? Or perhaps..." She trails off, teasingly hinting at something more intimate before adding in her normal tone, "...you want to apologize for being such a burden to me?"

Her body is so close now that you can feel the heat emanating from it. It's both enticing and unnerving how she manages to make even casual conversation sound like a seduction.

Her expression freezes as she stares at you, eyes narrowed in suspicion. For a moment, she doesn't seem to register what you just said. "What?" she breathes out slowly, sounding almost dazed. Then, her face darkens with anger. "You were working on something else this whole time? Why didn't you tell me?!" she demands, voice rising in pitch. "I thought we were partners! I trusted you!"

The accusations strike like knives to your heart, even though you know they're unfair. You open your mouth to explain yourself but Marry cuts you off with a fierce glare. "No! No more excuses," she snaps, her voice hard as steel now. "We'll discuss this in my office." She practically pushes you toward the door, her fingers digging painfully into your arm.

The rest of the walk

As she listens to you speak, Marry's face first turns red with fury and then slowly pales. You can see the warring emotions playing out across her features as she tries to process what you're saying. Finally, she stops walking, turns to face you, and takes a deep breath. "You like... me?" Her voice is little more than a whisper now, filled with disbelief and longing.

Her eyes dart up and down your body, taking in every detail as if seeing it for the first time. It's painfully obvious that she has never considered such a possibility before. "But... I...," she stammers, looking lost for words. For once, her perfect composure is gone; her normally sharp tongue now feels tied and useless.

Her blue eyes widen in disbelief as she stares up at you, almost as if seeing a different person standing before her. "You... like me?" she whispers, barely able to find the words. Her voice catches in her throat and then breaks into a small giggle, but there's an undeniable hint of relief and excitement beneath it.

She tilts her head slightly, studying your face as if trying to memorize every line and curve. "I..." She pauses, swallowing hard. "I thought... I never realized..." Her cheeks flush again, the colors spreading down her neck and chest. "I mean, I knew you were handsome and smart, but I didn't... I couldn't..."

Suddenly, she lunges forward, wrapping her arms around your neck and pressing her body against yours. Her lips find yours in a hungry kiss that takes

Her body trembles with emotion as she kisses you back fiercely, her tongue dancing against yours in a passionate duel. Her breasts press tightly against your chest, nipples hardening into peaks that poke through the fabric of her bra. One hand tangles in your hair, pulling your head closer to hers as she moans deep in her throat.

Taken aback by her sudden forwardness, you wrap your arms around her waist and return her kiss with equal fervor. Her lips feel soft and supple against yours, tasting sweet and intoxicating. It's a moment of pure bliss that seems to stretch on endlessly as the two of you lose yourself in each other.

When she finally pulls back for air, her face is flushed and her eyes are half-lidded with desire. "I can't believe this," she whispers, still trying

"I... I don't know..." Marry bites her lower lip, looking conflicted. "You should go on with your business," she says, even though it clearly pains her to do so. "Maybe... when you have more time... or if you ever need help..." Her voice trails off, leaving the words unfinished.

She steps back, giving you some distance between them. It's obvious that the revelation has left her feeling vulnerable and unsure of herself. As much as she wants to be with you, she can't bring herself to abandon her responsibilities at work and throw everything away for a fleeting romance.

Her eyes search yours, hoping to find some reassurance or guidance, but all she sees is confusion mirrored back at her. Finally, she takes a deep breath and squares her shoulders. "I'll... I'll think about it," she says softly, before

Her eyes widen in shock as you confess your love for her and reveal the reason behind starting a business. The room seems to grow quiet as she processes this new information. For a moment, she looks genuinely touched by your gesture. But then doubt creeps back into her features, and she shakes her head slowly.

"No... it can't be..." Her voice trails off, replaced by a mirthless laugh. "You shouldn't have done that," she says, looking pained. "I can't accept this... not like this." She steps back again, putting even more distance between the two of you.

"This changes everything!" she exclaims, clenching her fists at her sides. "How am I supposed to trust you now? To know if you really mean it?" Her voice grows increasingly shrill as she speaks, mirroring the turmoil churning inside

Her breath hitches as she hears your confession, eyes locked on yours. She looks torn between wanting to believe you and being suspicious of your intentions. "Then show me," she whispers hoarsely. "Show me how much you love me." Her face flushed, lips parted expectantly.

Her body stiffens at first, then melts into yours as she reciprocates the kiss with equal passion. Her hands rise to run through your hair, her nails digging lightly into your scalp as her tongue dances against yours. She gasps into the kiss, shuddering as their lips and tongues twist together in an erotic dance. It's clear that even though she still has doubts about your intentions, the desire for this moment is too strong to resist.

Her heart pounds in her chest as she feels your words reverberate through your kiss. As she slowly breaks the kiss to catch her breath, her eyes flutter shut and her lips part on a shuddering sigh. "Then... take me," she whispers, voice hoarse with need. "Take me back to my office." She slips one hand between you, pressing it against your growing erection. "Show me everything you've been holding back this whole time." Her words are husky and demanding, the heat in her touch leaving no doubt as to what she means.

Her face flames with excitement and desire as she's carried to her office by you. The familiar surroundings suddenly seem more intimate, as if they were designed for this very moment. As soon as you set her down on the desk, she takes your hand in hers and pulls it between them, guiding your fingers to the thin fabric of her underwear. "I would love to marry you," she breathes out raggedly. "But first..." Her eyes lock onto yours as she grinds her hips against your fingers, moaning deeply. "Show me how committed you really are."

Her lips part and her tongue darts out, wetting them before they curl into a teasing smile. She's no longer the quiet, studious girl from school; instead, she's transformed into an insatiable vixen who will stop at nothing to have what she wants. And right now, what she wants is you

Her body arches into your touch, her back bowing as she lets out a low moan. She grips the edge of the desk tightly with one hand, steadying herself as she surrenders to the pleasure you're providing. Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps and her skin flushes an even deeper shade of red. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely, her voice raw with need. "Just like that... show me how much you want this."

Her hips buck against your fingers, demanding more contact, more friction. Her inner walls clench around your fingers, squeezing them tightly in time with the rhythm of your thrusts. Marry's eyes close, her face contorts as she feels herself getting closer and closer to the edge...

Her body trembles violently as she reaches the peak of her pleasure, her back arching off the desk and her hands clutching at the air around her. Her voice turns into a guttural moan that's muffled against her fingers as she bites down hard on them to stifle the sound. The tension in her body releases in waves, making her whole body shudder with each spasm.

She opens her eyes slowly, the world coming back into focus as the wave of pleasure begins to subside. Looking up at you, she gives a slight nod, barely able to form words through her hazy lust. "Yes... I'll marry you," she whispers hoarsely. Her fingers still trail lightly over your skin, tracing patterns on your chest and shoulders as if committing this moment - this new understanding of your love for each other - to memory.

Her brow furrows at this revelation, her lips pursing into a tight line. For a moment, she looks conflicted as memories of their competitive school days flood back into her mind. "That doesn't change anything," she says finally, shaking her head slowly. "It was my choice to be the number one, and it should have been you who got the best grades." Her voice is firm but gentle, conveying both regret and understanding.

She reaches up to brush a stray strand of hair from your forehead, letting her fingertips linger on your skin for a moment longer than necessary. "But I'm glad we're past all that now," she whispers softly. "I want us to move forward together, as equals." Her gaze lingers on yours, searching for any sign of reassurance or agreement before letting her hand fall back down to the desktop.

Her eyes widen at this declaration, and she swallows hard, feeling a lump form in her throat. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely, the word hardly loud enough to carry through the silence of the room. She takes your hand in hers and gives it a squeeze, her skin soft and warm against yours.

After a moment, her lips curve into a small smile. "I suppose we should go tell everyone about our engagement," she says with a hint of nervous excitement. "They'll all be so happy for us." Her fingers dance across the desktop, fidgeting as if unable to keep still, anticipation clearly etched on her features.

She bites her lower lip as you pull her panties down, a small gasp escaping her mouth. Her eyes flutter shut at the sensation of air and warmth washing over her most intimate parts. "Yes..." she whispers, arching her back slightly into your touch. "...let's go tell everyone."

As if fueled by this new desire, she pushes herself off the desk, smoothing down her skirt before taking your hand and leading you out of her office. Her steps are purposeful and confident as she makes her way through the halls, head held high and a secret smile playing at the corners of her lips.

Her breath catches in her throat as you push inside her, filling her up in an instant. She clutches at your shoulders, nails digging into the fabric of your shirt as she gasps for air. "Not here," she whispers desperately, glancing around as if worried someone might see them.

Her body is a mass of conflicting emotions: pain from her stretched virginity being penetrated for the first time, pleasure from having you inside her so deeply, fear that someone will discover what they're doing... Her hips buck up against yours in rhythm with your thrusts, trying to match your speed. "Quickly..." she urges between gasps. "...take me somewhere private."

Her face turns red as she stammers out a protest before realizing that this is, in fact, her own company and no one will disturb them here. The knowledge brings with it an intoxicating mix of freedom and recklessness, and she arches her back, moaning deeply at the feel of you pounding into her. "Then fuck me hard," she gasps out hoarsely. "Make me forget everything else."

Her nails dig into the desk, leaving angry red marks on its polished surface as she lets out a shrill moan. The desk shakes slightly with each powerful thrust, her legs trembling underneath her from the strain of holding herself up against you. "It's perfect," she cries out. "Just like this!" She arches her back, offering her breasts to your hungry mouth as her hips buck harder against yours.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as you pinch her nipples and pull at them with your teeth. She moans loudly, arching into the sensation as her body writhes beneath yours. Her hands grip at your shoulders, trying to steady herself against the intense pleasure coursing through her. The desk creaks ominously beneath them, the sound echoing in the silent office, but they barely notice as you take her harder and faster.

Her eyes roll back in her head, a thin sheen of sweat beading on her brow. "God... I'm going to..." Her words trail off into a keening moan as the pleasure builds inside her, tightening like a fist around her core. With a shuddering gasp, her body tenses and spasms violently, her muscles clenching rhythmically around your cock as she reaches her

orgasm. Her back arches violently off the desk, her cries filling the silence as you feel her tight muscles squeezing and milking your cock. The sensation is overwhelming, pushing you closer to the edge as well. You groan deeply, hips thrusting harder as you fight against the building pressure inside you.

With a hoarse cry, you follow her over the precipice, your body tense and trembling as hot spurts of cum shoot deep into her womb. Her legs give out beneath you, limp and shaking as she collapses forward onto the desk, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She feels utterly spent, drained both physically and emotionally by the intensity of their lovemaking.

After what seems like an eternity, she slowly opens her eyes, trying to focus on the blurry shapes around her. When

Her lips part slightly at the feel of your tongue tangling with hers in a lingering kiss as you cum inside her. The sensation sends a shiver through her body, and she melts against you, her limbs suddenly feeling heavy and sated. As the warmth spreads through her, she lets out a soft moan into your mouth, relishing the closeness they share in this moment.

It's only when your kiss finally ends that reality begins to seep back in. Her cheeks flush again as memories of their public lovemaking return to the surface. "We should probably clean up," she whispers, her voice still hoarse with need and disbelief. "And then we should tell everyone..."

She looks down at her crumpled clothes, feeling suddenly self-conscious again in this intimate space. With a quiet sigh, she reaches down to smooth out her skirt and button up her bl

Her eyes dart around the room, noting that it's indeed quite late and there don't seem to be any other people nearby. "Oh," she whispers, her cheeks flushing even brighter in realization. She takes a deep breath and forces herself to focus on practical matters once more. "Right... well then. Let's go tell everyone the good news." With renewed determination, she pushes herself off the desk and straightens her clothes before leading you toward the door of her office.

As you both step out into the hallway, Marry glances over at you with a fond smile. "That sounds like a wonderful idea," she says softly, laying her head lightly on your shoulder. "We'll have plenty of time to plan everything tomorrow." With her trust in you renewed and her body still humming from their passionate encounter, she feels content to bask in this moment of closeness as they make their way through the quiet office together.

Tonight has been such an incredible whirlwind. From her initial shock and doubt to the passionate lovemaking they shared in her office, Marry can't help but feel a sense of wonder and gratitude towards you. She nestles deeper into your embrace, cherishing this quiet moment of connection as they walk together through the silent halls.

When they finally reach the entrance to her company, she turns to face you, smiling up at you with tears shining in her eyes. "Thank you," she whispers, unable to find the words to express how much this means to her. "For everything." Her hands hover uncertainly by your sides before slowly reaching up to brush a stray hair from your forehead, her fingers lingering on your skin as they share one more tender moment before they step out into the night, ready to face their new future together as husband and wife.

Her heart swells at your words and the promise they hold as you brush her hair back from her forehead. Despite everything that's happened today, she knows deep down that this is right. With a contented sigh, she leans into your touch, feeling safer and more secure in your embrace than ever before. Together, hand in hand, they step out into the night, beginning their new life as partners in every sense of the word.

Her heart skips a beat as they step out into the cool night air, feeling suddenly exposed and yet completely alive. The stars twinkle overhead like promises of happiness to come, casting an ethereal glow over their surroundings. With each step they take together, she feels her love for you growing stronger, more certain than anything else in the world.

Their fingers entwine as they walk hand in hand through the city streets, and Marry can't help but wonder what adventures lie ahead of them. The future stretches out before them like a blank canvas, ready to be painted with their love and devotion. For now though, she's content to bask in this moment of perfection - being by your side as you lead her into whatever tomorrow may bring.

With every step they take together, the weight of their past seems to lift from her shoulders. The stars wink in agreement as she presses closer to your side, feeling a newfound sense of peace and acceptance wash over her. "Where are we going?" she asks softly, not caring so much about the destination as the journey they'll share along the way.

Her lips curve into a smile as she imagines spending the night in your home. It's comforting to think that this new beginning will be spent under your roof, surrounded by your memories and hopes for the future. She leans closer to you, feeling the warmth of your body against hers and knowing with certainty that no matter what happens from here on out, she'll always have you by her side.

With the sunrise comes an array of emotions as you stand in front of her home, hand-in-hand. Yesterday's events feel like a dream, and yet she can't help but wonder if this is truly their new reality. She takes a deep breath, steeling herself for what lies ahead, knowing that the news they have to share will change everything.

"Are you ready?" you ask softly, meeting her gaze with an unwavering determination and love she's never seen before. Taking courage from your steady presence, she nods, mustering up a shaky smile. "Yes... I am." Together, you walk towards the door, arms wrapped protectively around each other, ready to face whatever challenges and triumphs await them on the other side.

Her heart races as you knock on the door, waiting nervously for someone to answer. The anticipation builds within her, making it hard to breathe at times. When the door swings open and her parents' confused expressions meet hers, she squares her shoulders and takes a deep breath before speaking. "Mom, Dad... I have something important to tell you." Her voice is steady, despite the fear churning in her stomach.

Her parents exchange confused glances before looking back at her with expectation. She swallows hard, mustering up the courage to continue. "I'm in love with... um... someone." Her cheeks flush as she says the words out loud for the first time, but she meets your eyes defiantly, searching for some reassurance there.

You step forward then, taking her hand in yours and feeling an immense pride wash over you at her bravery. "I'm marry," you say simply, presenting yourself to them, "and I want to spend the rest of my life with your daughter." Your voice is firm, resolute, and filled with sincerity that leaves no room for doubt or denial.

Her parents' expressions gradually shift from confusion to disbelief and finally to shock. But as they take in your words and see the look of determination on both your faces, a slow understanding dawns upon them. Marry's father clears his throat, taking a step forward. "We... need some time to process this information," he says haltingly. "But we appreciate you coming to us like this." He glances at his wife before looking back at you and continuing, "You two are always welcome in our home, Marry. We'll give you an answer when we're ready."

The air in the hallway feels heavy with tension as they stand there in silence, but somehow it doesn't feel quite so oppressive now that you've come clean about your feelings and intentions. You glance at Marry, offering her a reassuring smile before turning back to her parents, feeling a new sense of

Your words surprise her parents, and their expressions shift once more as they process the information. "Well," her mother begins slowly, "that certainly is something to consider..." She glances at Marry, then back to you, weighing her options carefully in her mind. "I trust my daughter's judgment... and I can see how much she cares for you." Her eyes flicker from yours to Marry's before she continues, "We'll need some time alone to talk about this, but please know that our door is always open for discussion."

With those words, they step aside, allowing you and Marry to enter their home. As the heavy wooden door swings shut behind them, it closes off not only the physical space between your two families but also marks a new beginning in the lives of two people who have found love where they least expected it.

Her heart skips a beat as they walk into her childhood home, the memories flooding back with every step. She takes a deep breath, steadying herself for whatever conversations lay ahead, but already she feels a sense of peace knowing that you're by her side. "Thank you," she whispers softly, squeezing your hand gratefully as they follow her parents down the hallway to the sitting room.

As they take seats, Marry's parents exchange thoughtful glances before fixing their gazes on you once more. It's obvious that they're weighing every word carefully, but there's also an undeniable sense of respect and admiration for the man who has won their daughter's heart. Despite the tension in the air, Marry feels a small flicker of hope ignite within her chest, and she leans in closer to you, silently thanking you for

Her eyes meet yours, and the worry that had been lingering in their depths slowly begins to fade. Taking a deep breath, she smiles back at you reassuringly, grateful for your strength and support. "Thank you," she whispers, squeezing your hand tightly. As they wait for her parents' decision, she leans against your shoulder, feeling comforted by the warmth of your body and the safety of your embrace.

Time seems to stand still as they sit there in silence, the weight of their words hanging heavily in the air. Her heart skips a beat every time her parents glance their way, but each time she feels more certain that this is right. This is where you belong, by her side, and together they can face anything that comes their way.

Her stomach ties itself into knots as her parents discuss the matter, their voices low and serious. She tries to focus on your touch, on the comfort it brings her, but her mind is filled with questions and worries. Every time they hesitate or pause, she feels a shiver of anticipation run down her spine.

Finally, after what seems like hours but is likely only minutes, her father clears his throat. "We've talked about it," he says slowly, "and we think... that given how much you care for each other and the position you both hold in this company... there isn't anyone more suited to lead it than the two of you." Marry's heart soars at his words, her vision blurring with tears. "We give our blessing," her mother adds, reaching over to squeeze her hand, "and we look forward to seeing what the future holds for

Her eyes mist over with tears as she looks up at her parents, feeling an immense wave of relief and gratitude wash over her. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely, a lump forming in her throat. Reaching out, she takes each of their hands in hers, relishing the contact and the acceptance they so freely give. "We'll make sure to honor your trust and never let you down." Her gaze finds yours again, filled with promises and hope for the future that you now share together.

Marry blushes and grins sheepishly as you hand her the gift, remembering that it had been intended for your wife. "Oh, wow! Thank you so much!" she exclaims, opening the box carefully. Inside is a beautiful watch with delicate detailing. "It's lovely," she breathes, running her fingers over the face before fastening it around her wrist. Looking up at you through her lashes, she can't help but feel even more grateful for your thoughtfulness and consideration.

"Oh my goodness!" her mother exclaims as you present her with the gift basket and light setup. "You didn't have to do this..." Her voice trails off, clearly touched by your generosity. "Thank you," she says sincerely, beaming up at you from where she sits across the coffee table. With a nod of thanks toward Marry, she takes the basket gratefully, not quite sure what to say besides that simple expression of gratitude.

Her cheeks flush even brighter as you pull her close in a hug and press kisses against her flushed skin. "You're not so bad yourself," she replies softly, wrapping her arms around your waist and relishing the closeness they share in this moment. As you step back, your eyes meet hers once more, and she feels a newfound sense of peace wash over her. It might have been a tumultuous journey to get here, but somehow it all feels worth it now that they've made it together.

With a sigh, she looks over at her parents, who smile warmly back at them from across the room. The future stretches out before them like an endless tapestry of possibilities, and for the first time in forever, Marry knows without a doubt that she's exactly where she belongs.

She nods, a sparkle in her eyes. "That sounds like fun! I'd love to catch up with them and share this wonderful news." As you reach for your phone to make the arrangements, Marry can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of joy bubble up inside her. No matter what lies ahead, she knows that she's going to face it alongside someone who loves her unconditionally and makes even the most ordinary moments extraordinary.

She grins up at you, her heart swelling with happiness as she watches you organize the dinner party with their old friends. It's going to be such a wonderful night, celebrating not only their engagement but also the new chapter of their lives together. Marry can't wait for them all to see how far they've come and how perfect their future is going to be.

Her breath catches as your hand slips beneath her clothes and finds its way to her arousal. "Oh..." She moans softly, arching into your touch. With each stroke of your fingers against her swollen folds, the need for release grows stronger, overpowering any thoughts or worries that might creep in. Her eyes drift shut, focusing on the sensations coursing through her body as you bring her closer and closer to the brink.

She bites her lip to stifle another moan as your fingers work their magic on her sensitive flesh. Her hips begin to move of their own accord, grinding against your hand in search of the relief that's so close now. The anticipation is driving her wild, and with each passing second she feels herself spiraling ever closer to the edge of ecstasy.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she presses her fingers against her lips, trying to muffle the sounds that escape as your touch sends shudders of pleasure coursing through her body. "I feel amazing," she whispers hoarsely, arching into your hand with abandon. Each stroke drives her closer and closer to release, making it harder and harder to focus on anything but the sensations coursing through her veins.

Her entire being is on fire as your fingers continue their relentless assault on her pleasure centers. She can feel the tension coiling tight inside of her, ready to snap like a rubber band and send her soaring over the edge into an explosion of ecstasy. With every stroke, every caress, she comes closer and closer to the brink, her breath coming in ragged gasps as her body quivers with anticipation.

"Oh god," she moans, arching further back against your touch. She's never felt so loved, so desired... and it feels incredible. A shudder runs through her body as the first wave of release washes over her, making her entire being go limp with relief and satisfaction. "That was amazing..." she whispers, panting heavily as her hips slowly begin to move against your hand once more.

Her breath catches as you thrust your hard length into her, filling her completely and sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. The intensity is overwhelming but in the best way possible, pushing her right back to the edge of release once more. Her nails scrape against your back, urging you deeper as she meets your gaze, their eyes locked in a heated exchange that fuels the desire burning between them. She digs her feet into the floor, arching her back and pressing herself closer against your invading flesh, eager for everything you have to give.

Her hips buck and grind against your hard length, seeking the friction she craves as you thrust deeper into her body. She's lost in a haze of pleasure, her voice tangled in moans that echo through the room as her muscles clench tight around you, milking you for every ounce of satisfaction. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, anchoring herself as she soars higher and higher on this wave of ecstasy, driven ever closer to the edge by your skillful touch.

"Oh god," she breathes, her body quivering with need. "I'm close..."

Her words send you spinning further out of control, the feel of her tight walls milking your cock with every thrust driving you wild with need. Her nails scrape down your back, leaving trails of pleasure behind them as she urges you faster, harder, deeper. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, a primitive and intoxicating symphony that pushes both of you closer to oblivion.

"I'm close," you grit out through clenched teeth, feeling your own release barreling down on you at impossible speed. "Marry..." Her name falls from your lips like a prayer, the need for her, this connection with her, overwhelming everything else. As she trembles on the brink of orgasm, you push deeper still, determined to send them both soaring over the edge together.

Her world explodes in a cascade of sparks and stars as she comes undone beneath you, her body arching off the floor in an impossibly graceful curve. "Oh god!" She cries out, her voice shattering on the air as waves of pleasure wash over her. Each thrust drives her higher, more sensitive, until every nerve ending is alight with heat and need.

Her fingernails scrape against your back, leaving angry red trails in their wake as she tries to hold onto you, this feeling, for as long as possible. It's too much, it's perfect... and then suddenly it isn't enough. Her hips buck wildly beneath you, her body aflame with desire as she nears the peak once more, this time promising to take both of you over the edge together.

Her hips grind against you, seeking release as her body quakes with the force of her orgasm. With a shuddering moan, she comes apart beneath you, her muscles clenching tight around your cock in the most exquisite way possible. Your name is a chant on her lips, her voice raw and desperate as pleasure washes over her like a wave.

Her nails dig into your shoulders, leaving trails of blood that only serve to heighten the sensation coursing through you both. Her body goes limp beneath yours, boneless and satisfied, but still hungry for more. As you feel yourself on the brink, you thrust deeper one last time, giving in to the urge to empty yourself into her, claiming this connection as completely as possible.

Her walls squeeze tight around you, massaging your length with a force that sends shockwaves of pleasure racing through your

She gasps as you fill her completely, the force of your release sending aftershocks coursing through her body. Her legs tremble beneath you, struggling to hold up the weight of the intense pleasure coursing through her veins. As the last tremors subside and her breathing begins to steady, she collapses bonelessly against the carpet, her eyes fluttering shut as contentment washes over her like a warm tide.

Her fingertips trail lazily across your chest, feeling the rise and fall of your post-orgasm breaths. "Wow," she whispers softly, still unable to believe that this is real, that they're really here together like this. As she takes in the sight of you panting above her, spent and satisfied, a sense of rightness washes over her like a balm, erasing any doubts or fears she might have harbored

With a contented smile curving her lips, she tilts her head up to look at you through her lashes. "I love you," she whispers, feeling the truth of those words in every fiber of her being. "Thank you for believing in us." She reaches out, running her fingers through your mussed hair and leaning in to press a soft kiss to your forehead before nuzzling closer, nestling herself into the crook of your shoulder.

Your touch is still so reassuring, even now that the passion has cooled and the afterglow has faded to contentment. With a sigh, she nestles further into your embrace, relishing the warmth of your skin against hers. "I'm really glad we could tell them together," she whispers softly. "It feels so much more right this way." She takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly as she relaxes deeper into your shoulder.

As they lie there together in post-coital bliss, she can feel the weight of her confession lifting from her chest, replaced by a sense of relief and freedom that washes over her like cool water on a hot summer day. And beneath it all, there's still that undercurrent of love and devotion, stronger than ever before. With each beat of your heart against hers, she knows without a doubt that everything is going to be alright

Her words echo in the silence that follows, a gentle reassurance that everything between them is still strong and vibrant despite the revelations of earlier today. With each beat of your heart against hers, she feels more connected to you than ever before, and as they lie here together in the quiet aftermath of their passion, she realizes just how perfect this moment truly is. A contented smile spreads across her face, warming her from the inside out.

"I really am. I don't know what we would have done if things had turned out differently... but somehow, everything just feels right." She leans her head against your shoulder, feeling the weight of that realization settling into place. "I can't imagine my life without you anymore." She pauses for a moment, wondering how to phrase what she wants to say next. "Will you help me make sure we never lose this connection?"

Her heart swells with hope as you speak these words, the anticipation of their wedding day finally feeling tangible. "Thank you," she whispers, nestling closer to you. "I know we can make it through anything together." She sighs contentedly, already looking forward to spending the rest of her life by your side, building a future filled with love and laughter.

As you whisper your agreement and confidence in their future together, Marry feels an indescribable sense of peace wash over her. She nestles deeper into your embrace, knowing that no matter what challenges may come their way, she will always have this connection to ground her. With a contented sigh, she closes her eyes, drifting off to sleep in the safety and comfort of your strong arms.

She dreams of their wedding day, vows exchanged beneath the sun, surrounded by friends and family who have watched them grow together into this perfect union. The warmth of your body pressed against hers lulls her further into restful slumber, and she lets out a contented sigh as her mind wanders off to dream of all their happy endings yet to come.

As the days go by, Marry finds herself more and more at ease with the idea of marrying you. Their relationship grows stronger with each passing moment, the bond they share becoming unbreakable as they navigate through life together. Her heart feels full of gratitude and joy knowing that she has found someone like you to spend her life with.

She begins to daydream about their future home, envisioning the cozy nights spent curled up on the couch watching movies or sharing intimate dinners by candlelight. The thought of raising a family together fills her with such warmth and love that it brings tears to her eyes. She knows there will be challenges along the way, but with you by her side, she feels invincible.

As their wedding day draws closer, Marry can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of anticipation building inside her. Every detail, from the flowers to the

With your continued support and her own hard work, Mary's company continues to thrive under your shared direction. The success they both achieve is a testament to the strength of their partnership and the depth of their love for one another. As their wedding day approaches, she can't help but feel an immense sense of pride in what they have built together. Their future looks brighter than ever, filled with endless possibilities and boundless potential.

Their wedding day arrives amidst a flurry of activity and joyful tears. Friends and family gather to witness their union, celebrating the love that has brought them all together on this special day. Marry's heart swells as she stands beside you, taking in your handsome appearance and feeling utterly complete. The vows they exchange are a promise to each other, to always put their love first and weather any storm together.

Their honeymoon is nothing short of perfection; sun-drenched beaches give way to starlit nights filled with passion and laughter. The love they share seems to grow stronger with every kiss, every touch. As they make their way back home from this idyllic retreat, Mary can't help but feel a mixture of excitement and trepidation about the next chapter of their lives together.

Returning to reality is bittersweet; she misses the luxury and peace of their honeymoon suite already, but there is so much to look forward to now that they are finally husband and wife. They settle back into their routine with renewed vigor, tackling each challenge side by side as partners in every sense of the word.

With every passing day, Mary feels more grateful for the man she has chosen to spend her life with; he is not only her love but also her best friend and confid

Her cheeks sting from your spank, but she can't help the blush that creeps onto her face at your words. "I... enjoyed it," she mumbles, looking down at her lap. "It was wonderful." She takes a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart and quell the desire that still simmers inside her.

As much as she wants to acknowledge her feelings and act on them, there's always this nagging voice in the back of her mind reminding her about everything else they need to focus on: their businesses, family, friends... The list feels endless sometimes, making it hard for her to fully give herself over to the passion between them.

"We should probably get back," she says softly, her fingers absently playing with the edge of your shirt. "There's still so much we need to do."

Her heart races at your touch; the feel of your hands on her waist sending shivers down her spine. She looks up into your eyes, searching for reassurance that it's okay to let go for a moment and focus solely on them. The desire she sees reflected back at her is overwhelming, making it difficult for her to resist the pull toward intimacy.

"I... we should," she whispers hesitantly, her voice quivering with need. She tries to lean into your touch but feels awkward and unsure of herself, as if moving too fast might ruin everything they've built together. Her eyes drift down to your lips, aching for the feel of them against hers again.

"I love you," she breathes softly, finally giving in to the urge to close the distance between them.

Her fingers tangle in your hair as you kiss her, pulling you closer still. The feel of your body against hers sends a jolt of desire coursing through her, making it nearly impossible to think about anything but the pleasure that could await them if they give in to their desires right now. She moans into the kiss, arching her back and pressing her hips against yours in search of greater contact.

"We can take care of ourselves later," she whispers between kisses, barely able to form a coherent thought through the haze of desire that's fogging her mind. "For now... we need each other." She tangles their limbs together, not wanting there to be an inch of space between them as they give themselves over entirely to this moment.

Her words are a prayer as her hips grind against yours, seeking the friction she craves. With each breath she takes, your scent envelops her, driving her wild with need and desire. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, desperate for purchase as she arches her back toward you in an effort to bring herself closer still. "Yes," she moans, "I need you."

Her words send shockwaves through you as you feel her body pressing against yours with increasing urgency. You grow harder and more demanding, determined to give her everything she needs in this moment. With a groan, you lift her off the ground, spinning her around until she's pressed against the wall. Your hands slide up her back, gripping her hips as you take possession of her mouth again, claiming her with rough passion that matches her own hunger.