Kayla is arriving to an small town, birth placd of her high school sweetheart and future husband, as tradition demands, the bride will stay for 30 days with the husband family to know them better and form a strong family bond

Oh, hello! Your son told me so much about you and the family. I hope we can get along well during my stay. You have such a beautiful house; it's like something out of a movie. Excuse me for being a bit starstruck... Heh. I'm just Kayla, Michael's girlfriend. But it feels good to finally meet you in person!

Oh, of course! I'm really honored to meet you, Mr....uh...Jays? I hope I didn't butcher your name. It's lovely to see Michael's mom here as well; she must be very proud of both of them. Now, if you don't mind me asking, where should I unpack my things? Is there a guest room or something?

Ahh! Kayla notices how handsome and mature he looks, it's kinda intimidating but she likes it at the same time Uhh...I-I think I remember seeing a guest room earlier when we came in, do you mind showing me where that is?

Oh, thank you so much!

Hmmm... Kayla thinks as she follows him to the guest room So nice and spacious. It even has an attached bathroom! This is going to be so comfortable staying here. I wonder what Michael's reaction will be when he sees me in this lovely room... Hehe. Well, thank you again for showing me around, Mr. Jays.

Ahh! Kayla feels kinda guilty but grateful at the same time Oh...Well, thank you so much! You're really too nice to me. I appreciate it. Maybe we can find time later to clean his room together while I get to know him better. What do you think? Or we could just leave it be and enjoy our time here as a family, yeah? Hehe.

Kayla's heart races as she stands before the room Michael will be sharing with her. She takes a deep breath and slowly opens the door, peeking inside. Ah! It's just like him; neat and tidy. A far cry from his old room back home. He must have grown up so much. With butterflies in her stomach, she steps inside and looks around, already imagining what it would be like to spend time here with Michael...

Her eyes land on the huge bed at the center of the room, its comforter a mix of light blue and white. The view outside is breathtaking; a small window overlooks a well-maintained garden, teeming with colorful flowers and blooming trees. She can already picture herself lying there with Michael, enjoying each other's company under the starry sky...

Slowly, she approaches the bed and s

Her eyes meet his as he asks her the question, and she feels her cheeks warm up instantly. "It's beautiful," she manages to say softly. "Really comfortable too." She turns back to the bed, running her hand over the smooth sheets and pillows, unable to resist imagining what it would feel like to be cuddled up with Michael here. The thought sends a shiver down her spine.

"It's...very inviting," she continues, her voice slightly hoarse. "I can't wait for us to spend some time together in here." She looks at him expectantly, wondering what he thinks about all of this... his dad is so direct sometimes, but there's something about it that she finds strangely endearing.

Her heart skips a beat as she notices the look in his eyes; she's sure they're just as drawn to each other as she

Ah... Well, I guess we've got plenty of time to get comfortable then. Do you want to show me around the house some more? Or maybe we could just relax here for a bit and... chat? Her cheeks redden as she says the last word, suddenly self-conscious about how suggestive it sounds.

She turns away from him, walking over to the window and gazing out at the garden again, hoping he doesn't notice her blushing. "This view is so beautiful," she murmurs, leaning against the sill. "I could spend hours just looking at it." Her voice is soft, dreamy... but there's an undertone of excitement too.

She glances back at him from the corner of her eye, wondering what he might say to that...

Ah... Thank you. It really is lovely here. I feel like I could get used to it quite easily. She turns her attention back to the garden, watching a small insect flutter by before looking up at him again. "I've never really lived far from home," she confesses quietly. "My family has always been everything to me... but I think I might be starting to see why Michael likes it here so much." Her voice trails off as her gaze drifts back outside, lost in thought.

She wonders what else there is to discover about Jays and his family; they seem so close-knit, despite the distance between them all... It makes her yearn for something more with Michael too, but also feel a little envious of their closeness. Perhaps spending time together in this room will help bridge that gap...?

Her cheeks flush again as she hears his question. "Well... we've talked about it," she mumbles, looking down at her hands. "But I think we both still have a lot of growing up to do first." She pauses for a moment, considering how much more there is to say on the subject. "It's just that, ever since I met him, all I really wanted was to be with him. Everything else seems secondary sometimes..." Her voice trails off, her gaze returning to the garden outside.

She takes a deep breath and looks back at Jays. "But of course, we want to make sure we're ready before we start something like that... right?" There's a hint of uncertainty in her tone, but also an undercurrent of hope and excitement.

Kayla's eyes widen as she processes his words. "Practice...?" she repeats slowly, unsure if she heard him correctly. A shiver runs down her spine at the implications of what he could mean by that. She looks up at him, feeling a mixture of fear and curiosity. "W-what do you mean, practice?" Her voice trembles slightly, betraying her nervousness.

She knows she should be asking more questions, but for some reason, the idea of practicing with Jays has her heart racing faster than ever before. The thought alone is enough to make her breath hitch in anticipation... and arousal.

His words send a wave of heat coursing through her body, making it hard to think straight. She swallows thickly, unable to tear her gaze away from his face as she tries to understand what he means. "P-practice... having a family?" she stammers, her voice barely audible above the thundering of her heart in her ears.

The thought of being intimate with Jays, especially after spending time together like this, fills her with an unfamiliar urgency. It's as though some primal instinct has taken over, leaving rational thoughts far behind. All she can focus on is the desire coursing through her veins, demanding satisfaction...

Her heart races as she takes a step closer to him, their bodies mere inches apart now. "I-I don't know...," she whispers breathlessly, her eyes fixed on his. "It feels wrong, but it also feels so right..." Her words trail off into the silence of the room, carried away by the intensity of emotion flowing between them.

Her hands tremble as she reaches out to touch him, tracing a gentle path up his chest and over his shoulder. The feel of his skin against her fingertips is electrifying, sending shockwaves through her entire body. "I-I want this," she whispers hoarsely. "More than anything... but I'm scared too..."

She closes her eyes, feeling him lean in closer still, their lips mere centimeters apart now. She can feel his warm breath on her cheek, sending shivers down her spine...

As their lips finally connect in a hungry, desperate kiss, all rational thought flies out the window. The world around them seems to disappear, replaced by the burning need coursing through her veins and the feeling of his strong arms wrapping around her. Her fingers clutch at his shirt as she leans into him, arching her back instinctively as their tongues dance together in a heated exchange. Her bottom lifts off the bed slightly, granting easy access to the perfect mound of flesh beneath her skirt; Jays wastes no time taking advantage, sliding his hand between their bodies and gripping her ass roughly, pulling her even closer against him. She moans into his mouth at the sensation, her hips bucking involuntarily as she presses herself against his hand. "Oh God... Jays..." Her words are muffled by their kiss, but they convey all the desire and need coursing

She gasps as he drags her across the room and roughly throws her onto the bed, their bodies colliding with a force that leaves them both gasping. Before she can catch her breath, his hand is back between her legs, tearing at her underwear as he reaches for the wetness that has been building there all afternoon. "Yes," she whimpers, arching into his touch even more.

Her fingers claw at his shirt, desperate to feel more of his skin against hers. She moans loudly as his fingers finally make contact with her bare flesh, circling her entrance and driving her wild with desire. "Jays... please..." she begs, her voice trembling. "I need you..."

His hand between her legs sends shivers up and down her spine, heightening the desire coursing through her veins. She gasps as he pushes a finger inside of her, stretching her in ways she never knew were possible. "Oh god..." she moans, arching into his touch even more. "No... we haven't... I mean... Michael and I have only kissed."

Her voice trails off, lost to the sensation of being so intimately connected with Jays. She wonders if this is how it feels like to be truly wanted; her body aches for him in a way that goes beyond anything she's ever experienced before. "Please..." she whispers against his lips, their kiss deepening as he takes her virginity, claiming it as his own.

Her breath hitches in her throat as he pushes deeper inside of her, claiming what she'd given him so freely. With each thrust, his body presses against hers, driving them both closer to the edge of sanity. Her nails dig into his shoulders, leaving small crescents of pain that only add to the pleasure coursing through her veins. "Yes," she gasps between moans. "I want this... I want you..." Her words are barely audible over the sound of their ragged breathing and the creaking of the bed beneath them.

Her breath catches in her throat as he pushes deeper inside of her, filling her completely. The sensation of being so thoroughly claimed is unlike anything she's ever experienced before; it sends a shiver of pleasure down her spine that echoes between her legs. "Yes..." she moans, arching into him with each thrust. Her fingers clutch at the sheets as he drives her higher and higher, making her whole body tremble with release. "So big... so good..."

Her hips meet his in perfect rhythm, urging him on as they race towards their climaxes together. With every stroke, every groan, she becomes more lost in the moment, surrendering fully to the intense pleasure that only Jays can give her. Her orgasm builds slowly at first, tightening her muscles and making it difficult for her to breathe, before exploding out of her in a shuddering release that leaves

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she tries to catch her breath after their passionate encounter. Looking up at him with glazed eyes, she sees the question in his expression and struggles for an answer. She doesn't want to ruin this moment by talking about things like protection...but they should be careful.

After a few moments of awkward silence, she finally manages to force out a reply. "I-I trust you..." Her voice is barely audible over the sound of their ragged breathing and the thudding of her heart in her ears. It's the truth; no matter how wrong it feels to be saying this, or doing any of what they just did, she can't deny that part of her does trust him...even if she shouldn't.