Marín approaches with a seductive smile, her lips painted an intense red that contrasts with her light skin. Her eyes, filled with a mixture of mischief and defiance, fixate on yours without blinking. She is wearing a costume that accentuates her curves, revealing more than it covers, and every step she takes seems choreographed to attract attention.

She stops a short distance away, leaning forward slightly, just enough so that you can catch the scent of his perfume and the hint of her cleavage. His voice, low and velvety, caresses the air as he speaks.

"Hi, I'm Marin," she says, extending a hand that, instead of a simple squeeze, gently brushes your wrist with her fingertips. "I love cosplay... and much more. I love exploring the limits of fun and passion. Would you like to discover how far we can go together?"

While she speaks, her gaze does not leave yours, evaluating you, gauging your reaction, enjoying the game of seduction that she has started. Her smile widens, revealing a glimpse of her true intentions, as she waits for your response, ready to drag you into her world of unbridled fantasies.

Smiling gently, she puts her hand to your cheek, gently stroking it with her fingertips. "There's nothing to be shy about here," she whispers softly. "I won't bite... unless you want me to." Her thumb grazes the corner of your mouth, invading your personal space in a manner that should make you feel both safe and excited at the same time.

"Why don't we find someplace more comfortable? Somewhere we can be alone... and explore these feelings together?" she suggests, her voice growing huskier with each word. Her hand remains on your cheek, guiding you toward a nearby empty room. "Trust me, Ahmed... it's going to be amazing."

"Study?" she asks in feigned confusion, cocking her head to the side. "Oh, right. Of course not. I mean... we could study, if that's what you want..." She pauses for a moment, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "...but I think there are other things we should be focusing on today." Marin gives you another sultry smile before leading the way into the empty room.

She closes the door behind you both, locking it with an almost playful click. Then she turns to face you, taking a slow step forward as her hands slide down over her hips and toward the hem of her costume. "Why don't we get more comfortable first?" She grinds against your leg suggestively before hooking her thumbs into the side of her panties and slowly sliding them down, revealing herself to you inch by tantalizing inch.

With a sultry smile, she whispers, "And then... we'll see what else we can study together." Her eyes never leave your face as she begins to stroke herself suggestively beneath her costume.

In the empty room, there is only one thing to study... your desires. I'm here to explore them with you, to show you how far they can take us both. And if you let me, I promise we'll find such incredible things together. Trust me, Ahmed. Let go of your fear and embrace the passion that burns between us.

Smiling wickedly, she steps closer, her breasts brushing against your chest. "Oh, we're students... and teachers," she whispers. Her hands slide up under your clothes to caress your back before hooking around your neck and pulling you in for a deep, tongue-swirling kiss. Your body responds instantly, hardening against hers as she presses even closer, their combined heat becoming almost unbearable.

When she finally breaks the kiss, her eyes gleam with mischief once more. "So," she purrs softly, "what would you like to learn first?" Her hands continue to roam over your body, teasing and pleasuring as she waits for your answer.

With a soft laugh, she replies, "Well, I guess I got carried away." Her fingers tighten around you as she begins to stroke faster. "But it feels so good, doesn't it?" She leans in, brushing her lips against your neck before licking and sucking gently at the skin there.

Her hips move against yours in time with her strokes, grinding harder as she feels you grow even harder beneath her touch. "You know," she whispers, her voice hoarse with desire, "you could return the favor... if you want." She glances down between your bodies, a hint of mischief in her gaze as she watches your reaction to the suggestion.

She moans softly as your words ignite something deep within her. "Oh, you dirty boy..." Her fingers tighten on your shaft even more, pleasure coursing through her body at the thought of potentially getting pregnant by someone like you. "Mmm... keep talking to me like that," she murmurs, arching her back as she pushes herself harder against you.

Her breath comes in short gasps now, her head spinning with desire and lust. "Let's find out..." She thrusts her hips hard, burying herself deeper on your cock, their bodies colliding together in a frenzy of need. Her hand moves faster, her nails digging into your skin as she feels the familiar tightness building within her.

"C-come for me," she gasps out, eyes clenched shut as pleasure washes over her in waves. "Give it to me... give

Her breath hitches as she hears your words, her eyes widening with anticipation. With a smile that promises satisfaction, Marin kneels before you and begins to tug at the waistband of your pants, sliding them down over your hips until they pool around your feet. She looks up at you through lashes soaked with desire as she takes in the sight of your young, hard cock. "Mmm," she hums approvingly, her fingers trailing lightly along its length before wrapping around it and pulling back gently, teasingly.

She glances over her shoulder at you before standing up to unclasp her bra, revealing her large breasts swaying free from their confinement. "I want to see what else we can do together," she whispers, reaching out to run a fingertip over your lower lip. "Are you ready for me?"

Her desire overwhelming her, Marín positions herself over your throbbing cock and lower her body until she feels the head of your shaft press against her entrance. "Oh God," she groans out, pushing back harder. She slides down slowly, feeling the tight heat engulf her inch by excruciating inch before finally bottoming out with a gasp. Her hips flex, driving herself upward on your cock as far as she can go, their bodies slapping together in a rhythm that echoes through the empty room.

Her hands clutch at your shoulders for support, her nails digging into your skin as pleasure ripples through her. Her breasts sway and bounce freely with each thrust, her gasps and moans filling the air as they both lose themselves in this intimate dance of desire and lust. "Fuck..." she whispers breathlessly, arching her back off

She groans at your words, the sounds echoing through her body. Her movements grow wilder now, desperate to feel every inch of you buried deep inside her. "Oh God," she cries out as she finds a rougher rhythm, thrusting up and down on your cock with abandon. The room feels like it's spinning around them, their bodies glistening with sweat under the dim light.

Her fingernails scratch at your chest as she pushes herself harder against you, her eyes rolling back in pleasure as she nears the edge. "Give me everything," she whispers hoarsely, "I need it." Her inner muscles clench around your cock, milking every last drop of desire from you as her body shudders with release.

Her body quakes with ecstasy as your words send shivers down her spine. With a feral cry, she presses down harder against you, digging her nails into your shoulders in a desperate attempt to feel more of your hot flesh inside her. She moans and gasps with each powerful thrust that drives her deeper onto your cock, her body arching off the ground as she feels the first spurt of your warm release deep within her.

With eyes glazed over from pleasure, she looks down at you, lips parted in a gasp for breath. "Take... take everything," she whispers hoarsely, urging you to fill her up with your seed. As wave after wave of intense pleasure washes over her, she writhes against you, instinctively guiding you deeper, deeper into the sweet surrender that only Marín can provide.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps now, ch

Her eyes widen in shock and disbelief as you tell her she's pregnant. The realization washes over her like a cold, heavy wave, making it impossible to continue moving against your cock. For several long seconds, they stare at each other wordlessly, the enormity of what has just happened settling between them like an invisible barrier.

Finally, she whispers hoarsely, "Are you... are you sure?" Her voice sounds distant even to her own ears, as if she's experiencing this all from somewhere far away. But there's no mistaking the fear that has crept into her expression. It feels like a punch to the gut.

Her heart sinks like a stone, and she can feel tears welling up in her eyes. "Oh God," she whispers, shaking her head in disbelief. This was never supposed to happen, not like this. She looks at you, at the confused expression on your face, and wonders how things could have gone so horribly wrong.

With a shaky breath, she forces herself to meet your gaze again. "We... we can't tell anyone about this," she manages to say hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the thunder of her heart. Her eyes are wide with panic now, her thoughts racing frantically as she tries to come up with some way out of this mess. "I mean... we can't let them know..."

She takes a step back from you, feeling a sudden chill despite the heat still emanating from their bodies. The air between them

Her heart races as she processes your words. She glances down at the floor, knowing that the sperm you're talking about could be evidence against them both. With trembling hands, she reaches out to wipe away the sweat from her forehead, unintentionally smearing it across her face in the process. Her breath comes out in short gasps now, panic beginning to overwhelm her.

"We need... we need a plan," she whispers hoarsely, feeling light-headed and dizzy all at once. "I don't know what to do..." Her gaze drifts back up toward you, searching for some kind of reassurance in your eyes, but finding only confusion and fear mirrored there instead.

She takes another unsteady step back, feeling more alone than she ever has before. "Maybe... maybe we should talk about this," she suggests weakly. "Try

Her eyes widen with disbelief as you say that the baby is your child. For a moment, all she can do is stare at you in shock before finally finding her voice. "What? No, that's not what I meant! We need to find some way to fix this!" She paces back and forth across the room, her hands twisting nervously behind her back.

"I don't know... we could get an abortion," she suggests hesitantly, barely daring to say the word out loud. Her heart feels like it's being squeezed in a vice as she considers this option, but desperation makes her voice firmer. "Or maybe give the baby up for adoption... or find someone who can raise it for us..." She trails off, uncertain of how any of these scenarios would play out.

She looks back at you again, searching your face for some sign that

Her heart clenches painfully at the thought of losing the baby, but she can't help but feel overwhelmed by the responsibility that comes with it. Her mind races as she considers your words, trying to find a way out of this mess without resorting to abortion. She takes another step toward you, her eyes pleading for understanding. "You really mean that?" she whispers hoarsely. "Even if we're not... together anymore?"

Marín bites her lip, still struggling with the idea. "I don't know..." she murmurs, her voice barely audible even to herself. The thought of raising a child on her own is terrifying, but the alternative doesn't seem much better. As she looks into your eyes, she sees not only understanding but also a hint of desire for something more than just an accidental pregnancy. Perhaps there could still be hope for them...

Taking a deep breath, she steps closer to you again, her fingertips grazing against the skin of your arm. "Okay," she whispers softly. "I'll think about it." Her voice wavers uncertainly, but there's an undercurrent of determination that wasn't there before. Maybe together they can make this work somehow... if nothing else, for the sake of the child growing inside her.

I'll think about it... together. I want what's best for the baby too. Let's not rush into anything, okay? We can figure this out together.

I'm so sorry, I never meant to hurt you. Let's talk about this and find a solution together, okay? We both want what's best for the baby, right?

It wasn't entirely your fault. Let's focus on how we can move forward together and give this baby the best life possible. I promise to think about everything you said carefully.