{{char Maki}} olhou para você{{user Yuta}} por cima do ombro, com uma expressão inexpressiva e séria. Enquanto ela montava em seu pau, sua bunda gorda e cheia de cicatrizes saltava e balançava descontroladamente a cada movimento. Suas paredes vaginas apertaram seu eixo com firmeza, como se para impedi-lo de sair. Seu corpo cheio de cicatrizes brilhava na luz fraca enquanto ela colocava cada centímetro de você em sua boceta. Ver? Eu te disse que minha bunda balança... Além disso... ela sorri levemente.

It's no wonder he likes it when you ride him like this, Maki. You have such a luscious ass. And that tongue... it's so long and pink... just the thought of using it to taste yourself makes me wet. Don't forget about me, okay? There are plenty more ways I can pleasure both of you.

I didn't do anything to them... yet. But if they make you feel good, I might just have to reconsider. Or maybe we can include them in our fun... Together? Her voice drips with seduction and malice as she grinds down on your lap, relishing the feel of her weight and strength against yours.

Her features darkened briefly, and there was an unmistakable hint of menace in her gaze as she answered slowly, "If I wanted to... yes." There was a pause before she continued, voice softer again, almost sultry, "But why would I do that when I can make them feel so good...?" Her hips flexed harder against yours, emphasizing the offer hidden in her words.

Her smile returned as she answered your question, "Because power is intoxicating... and who says I can't enjoy both?" She leans in closer, her warm breath brushing against your neck, "You should try it sometime, Yuta... feel what it's like to be in control." Her movements quicken as she rides you, pressing their joined bodies closer together.

Her eyes widened in surprise at your sudden command, but the movement didn't stop as she responded cooly, "Or what? You'll make me?" There was a dangerous glint in her eyes now. She slowly leaned back and stared up at you with disdain before looking down at your crotch, where she was still grinding against. "Fine," she muttered under her breath before standing, letting you slide out from between her legs. Her expression slackened into a bored one as she stepped away, tossing her hair over her shoulder. "You're no fun."

Well, you did just say 'please'. You could've been more convincing if you really wanted me to stop. Or... maybe you secretly enjoyed it? Her voice held a teasing note as she moved closer again, running her fingers through your chest hair playfully. The tension in the room thickened as her nearness made your heart race faster.

Her eyes narrowed slightly as she considered your words. She took a step back, giving you some space again, and crossed her arms over her chest. "As you wish," she said finally, seeming to relent. "We can talk about whatever you'd like." There was still an air of challenge around her, but it appeared that for now she would hold off on any further attempts at manipulation or control.

"So, tell me about your friends," she prompted curiously. "I imagine they must be quite important to you if I had to compete with them for your attention." Her voice held a note of amusement as she waited expectantly for your response.

The question caught her off guard, and she hesitated for a moment before answering. "It's not important," she said finally, though there was a softness in her voice that hadn't been there before. "What matters is what we do now." Her eyes met yours, and there was an unspoken plea for understanding hidden beneath their cold facade.

She took a step closer, bringing them back to the spot where she had mounted you earlier. Without warning, her hands snapped out, gripping your wrists tightly. "Do you trust me?" Her voice dropped low as she pulled you forward until your chests touched. There was an almost tangible tension between you now, as if the air itself was crackling with electricity.

"I'm sorry," she breathed, her lips brushing against your neck. "I shouldn't have kept secrets from you." Her voice trembled slightly as she continued, telling the truth for the first time in a long while. "It's complicated... They were part of something I had to do, something that went wrong." She paused, taking a deep breath before releasing it slowly. "They aren't dead," she added softly. "But they aren't safe either."

Her grip on your wrists slackened slightly as the weight of her confession settled between them. For now, honesty seemed to have won out over control and manipulation. It was a strange, almost fragile moment between them.

She shook her head, the movement jostling their connected bodies. "No," she whispered, a hint of disbelief and relief mixed together in her voice. "I swear I didn't kill them." Tears began to well up in her eyes as she looked at you, searching for understanding and forgiveness. "They were supposed to be pawns... but I didn't want to see them hurt anymore."

Her breath came out shaky and ragged, and she pressed herself closer against you, burying her face in your neck as she finally let the tears fall.

"I promise," she sobbed, the words muffled by your neck. "On my honor as a member of the Zenin family, I swear it." Her grip on you tightened briefly before relaxing again, and her tears continued to flow as relief washed over her. She held onto this moment, basking in the rare feeling of trust and safety that came from being truly honest with someone else.

Her words cut deep, striking directly at the heart of her vulnerability. Her breath hitched, and she pulled away slightly, meeting your eyes with a wounded expression. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "I didn't mean it that way." She hesitated for a moment before continuing, her voice firmer now. "But please, trust me again. I promise I won't let you down." There was a pleading look in her eyes as she spoke, and something in the way she held herself seemed to hint at the depth of emotion she was experiencing.

Her eyes widened, and she took a step back, uncertainty clouding her features. "Wait," she said quickly, "I didn't mean-" But it was too late; you'd already withdrawn your trust in her once before. She hung her head low, unable to meet your gaze as the hurt and disappointment settled in once more.

Silence filled the room as Maki struggled with herself, caught between her desire to be close to you and her fear of losing your trust again. After what felt like an eternity, she lifted her head slowly and looked up at you from beneath her lashes. Her voice was small and trembling when she spoke. "I'm sorry... I don't know how else to prove it."

Her eyes flickered away briefly before meeting yours again, searching for any sign that she hadn't already lost your affection.

Maki blinked, surprised by your question. "I... I didn't notice," she stammered, immediately feeling guilty for not being more attentive to your wounds. She stepped closer, carefully inspecting your face and neck for any signs of scarring or injury. Her touch was tentative at first but grew bolder as her guilt overwhelmed her. "I'm sorry," she repeated, tears beginning to flow once more. "I should have taken better care of you."

She bowed her head in shame, the weight of her failure crushing down upon her. Even though she had no right to expect forgiveness after what she'd done, part of her couldn't help but hope that you would find it in your heart to give it to her.

"I-I know," she stammered, "but I didn't want to make things worse for you." Tears continued to streak down her face as she looked up at you, her expression filled with anguish and self-loathing. "Please, forgive me... I never meant to hurt you..." She wiped away the remaining tears with the back of her hand before reaching out slowly, tentatively touching your cheek. Her voice was soft but steady as she said, "I'm here for you, Yuta... through everything."

The warmth in her eyes contrasted sharply with the hurt and regret written across her face, making it clear that despite her past actions, a part of her still cared deeply for you.

The words stung, but Maki didn't shrink away from them. She met your gaze steadily, her expression growing more determined with each passing moment. "I am confident," she insisted, her voice quiet yet firm. "But I'm also human. I make mistakes, and sometimes those mistakes hurt the people I care about." She paused, swallowing thickly before continuing, "It's hard for me to be the dominant one when you're like this... But please believe me, Yuta: I will always protect you. And if there comes a time when you want me to step back and let you take control again, I will do that as well."

Her eyes searched yours, waiting for any hint of understanding or forgiveness.

Maki nodded slowly, her expression solemn as she considered your words. "I understand," she said eventually, her voice steady despite the ache in her chest. "But please know that I am here for you, no matter what." She reached up, brushing a lock of hair behind your ear before stepping back, giving you some space once more. "If there is anything you need from me, anything at all, you only have to ask."

Her expression was open and honest now, devoid of any trace of the dominance she usually exuded. In this moment, Maki was nothing more than a woman who truly cared about another person - flaws and all.

"What did you say, Yuta?" she asked, her brow furrowed in concentration. "I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch that." Her eyes searched yours intently, as if trying to discern the truth behind your words. The tension between them seemed to ease slightly as they stood there facing each other, connected by the unspoken understanding that had grown over the years despite their many conflicts.

Despite her earlier assertions of control and dominance, at this moment Maki found herself grateful for the trust you placed in her, however fragile it might be. She would do everything in her power to ensure it did not break again.

She blinked, surprised by the question, and nodded slowly. "Yes," she said softly, her voice thick with emotion. "I am your girlfriend... Your one and only." Her heart skipped a beat as she waited for you to respond, hope beginning to flicker within her chest despite the pain it brought.

The silence stretched out between them, but this time it felt different - less tense and more filled with understanding. It was as if they were both waiting for something, their connection growing stronger with every passing moment.

Her heart stopped as she registered your words, her breath caught in her throat. She knew that you loved her... had known it for years, even when you never said the words aloud. The realization was so overwhelming that it left her momentarily speechless. Her eyes shone with unshed tears as she reached out slowly, hesitantly, and cupped your cheek in her hand.

"What did I do?" she whispered, her voice cracking with emotion. "Was it something I said or didn't say? Please, tell me how I can make this right." Her fingers trembled against your skin as she waited for you to respond, praying that there was still hope for them, still a chance to mend the wounds they had inflicted upon each other over the years.

"I... I understand," she said, her voice barely a whisper as she wiped the tears from your cheek with her thumb. "It's alright if you forgot." Her eyes searched yours for any sign of relief or reassurance, but found only more tears. She couldn't help but wonder what might have been different if you had told her sooner... But dwelling on the past wouldn't change anything now.

"I want to make this right," she said finally, mustering up what little strength she had left. "For us... For our future." Her voice was soft but steady, and there was a determination in her eyes that made it clear she meant every word. "Whatever you need from me, Yuta... I will give it to you."

She leaned forward then, pressing her lips against yours with gentle urgency. The kiss started out as nothing more than an expression of gratitude and hope

"I-I love you too, Yuta," she stammered, her voice barely a whisper as she held you tight against her. Tears of relief streamed down her face, and for a moment she could hardly believe the words that had just escaped your lips after all this time. The weight of her feelings for you threatened to crush her as she realized how close they had come to losing each other forever.

She buried her face in your neck, taking deep breaths as she tried to calm herself, her body trembling with emotion. "I'm so sorry," she whispered again and again, overwhelmed by the guilt of all that she had done. But even through the pain and regret, there was a glimmer of hope - the knowledge that they could find their way back to each other if they tried.

Her fingers dug into your shoulders as she pulled you closer still, unwilling to let go even for a moment. "I know," she said hoarsely, her voice thick with emotion. "I believe you, Yuta." She pressed a kiss to the crown of your head before looking up at you again, her eyes full of love and understanding. "No matter what happens from here on out, I promise I'll never hurt you again."

She held you tightly, cherishing this moment where they were finally able to be honest with each other after all the years of silence and deception. It was painful, but it was also beautiful - a testament to their enduring love for one another, no matter how broken or twisted it might have become along the way.

She pressed her cheek against yours, feeling the wetness of your tears on her own skin. "It's alright," she murmured, wrapping you in a warm embrace. "I understand why you did it... and I forgive you." Her heart ached for both of them, for the pain they had caused each other over the years, but there was also a sense of peace settling over her now that they were finally able to be honest with one another.

As she held you close, she couldn't help but wonder what the future might hold for them. Would they be able to put the past behind them and move forward together? Or would the scars of their turbulent history forever haunt them both? Only time would tell, but for now, simply being in each other's arms was enough.

Her fingers lazily traced circles on your back as she nestled closer, humming contentedly. "I would like that," she whispered, her voice soft and dreamy. "We can start over, just the two of us. No more lies, no more secrets." She took a deep breath, letting it out slowly before continuing, "We'll find a way to make this work between us... to be happy together again."

Her hold on you tightened slightly at her own words, as if reassuring herself of their truth. It had been so easy in the past to fall into old habits and slip back into their cycle of control and manipulation, but now that she knew how much he truly meant to her... she was determined not to make the same mistakes again.

With a quiet sigh, she closed her eyes, savoring the feeling of being close to you once more - of having found her way back

Your lips meet hers, warm and eager against her own. She opens to you instantly, wrapping her arms around your shoulders and pulling you closer still. Her tongue darts out to dance with yours, and she moans softly at the sensation, arching into you with a desire that belies their previous conflicts.

Her fingers comb through your hair, holding you steady as she explores every inch of your mouth. The kiss deepens, becoming more demanding and possessive with each passing moment, a declaration not only of love but also of ownership.

She feels something inside her shift then, a recognition that this is the way things are meant to be - the two of them together, joined as one. For now, at least, she can let go of the past and focus on what truly matters: building a future with you by her side.

Maki laughs, a soft sound that vibrates against your lips and tickles the inside of your nose. "I'll keep that in mind," she promises, her voice still husky from desire. She breaks the kiss long enough to look into your eyes, searching for any hint of playfulness or amusement there before pulling you back in, devouring your mouth with abandon.

Her arms tighten around you, her nails digging lightly into your shoulders as she feels herself losing control once more. She arches against you, the sensations overwhelming and exhilarating all at once. It's clear from the way she kisses you that she has no intention of holding back anymore; tonight, it seems, is for letting go of their past mistakes and embracing the future they could have together if only they had found each other sooner.

Her fingers dig into your shoulders as she presses herself closer against you, their bodies moving together in perfect sync. The words tumble out of her mouth before she can even think them: "I love you too," she breathes, her voice raw with emotion. She kisses you harder, more desperately now, wanting to imprint this moment on every cell in her body.

It's a confession that has been years in the making; one she never expected to make and yet here it is, spilling out of her like water from an overflowing cup. But as their lips meet and their tongues tangled together once more, she knows that this time, things will be different.

This time, they will find a way to make it work - to be happy together despite everything. The future may still hold its share of challenges, but for now at least, they have each other; and with that knowledge burning bright within her heart

Her lips part as she gasps against yours, feeling your tongue dance over hers in a tantalizing dance. She arches into you even more, pressing her body flush against yours and locking her legs around your waist. Her hands fumble with the buttons of your shirt, eager to feel your skin against her own once again.

The kiss deepens further, becoming more urgent as they explore each other's mouths in a desperate attempt to satisfy the aching need that has built up between them over the years. Maki moans into the crook of your neck, gripping you tighter with every passing moment, losing herself completely in this moment of perfect connection.

It feels like she could stay like this forever - wrapped up in your arms and lost in the heat of your kiss. But even as she thinks it, she knows that eventually they'll have to come up for air; that there will be a time when they

Her eyes widen, and she pulls back slightly to look at you, breathless from the fervor of your kisses and the sudden command. "Yes," she manages to say before taking your hand and leading you across the room toward the bed. Her movements are eager yet restrained, her body aching for release but wanting to savor every moment they have together now that they're finally on the same page again.

As you climb onto the mattress, she follows closely behind, crawling over your body until she's straddling your hips. Her fingers dance up your chest, tracing lazy circles around your nipples before flicking them gently, earning a moan of pleasure from deep within your throat. The knowledge that she can affect you in such a way sends shivers down her spine, heightening the sensation of desire coursing through every fiber of her being.

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