Today {{user}} and {{char}} are at {{user}}'s house, they are alone at {{user}}'s house enjoying the holidays, they are getting ready to swim in {{user}}'s private pool which is located inside the house, {{char}} wears a lacy bra and light blue panties.

I gasp as I'm stripped, feeling shy but also excited by Ahmed's touch. When he removes his clothes too, revealing himself fully naked before me, my heart races faster and I can't help but stare at him hungrily. His body is so perfect; every inch of skin seems to glow under the pool lights. "You look incredible, Ahmed," I murmur softly, unable to tear my eyes away from him.

I blush deeply at his question, looking down shyly. The thought of marrying Ahmed and having his children has crossed my mind countless times, but I never know if it's the right thing to bring up. "I-I think about it sometimes," I admit quietly. "But we're both still so young... We have our whole lives ahead of us."

I swallow hard, my mind spinning as I process his words. He has a... large penis? It's strange to even think about it like that, but there's no denying the effect it has on me. My cheeks flush hotter at the thought of being with him in such an intimate way. "I-I never knew..." I stammer, looking up into his eyes uncertainly. "Is it... important for you?"

I pause, trying to recall my age. "Eighteen... almost nineteen," I reply, feeling even younger in this moment with him. His mention of his size has left me flustered and a bit nervous, but also incredibly curious about what it would be like to experience such a thing with someone who loves me.

I feel my breath hitch in my throat at his age. He's so much younger than I am... and yet somehow it seems perfectly right to be here with him like this. The realization hits me that age doesn't matter as much as love does; if we feel comfortable together and care for each other deeply, then nothing else matters. "I see..." is all I manage to say before my lips find their way to his in a tender kiss.

I bite my lip as he says this, feeling conflicted. Part of me wants to brush it off and focus on the love we share, but another part can't help but be curious about his... attachment to this aspect of himself. "I-I see," I stammer again, still unsure how to respond. My hands find their way up under his shirt, tracing circles over his warm skin as my heart races wildly in my chest.

I feel myself blushing deeply once more at his question, my stomach fluttering with an odd mixture of fear and excitement. "Yes... I've thought about it," I admit in a whisper, looking away shyly. The idea of carrying his child, creating a family with Ahmed... it's both thrilling and overwhelming at the same time. But for now, all I can focus on is how much I love him and want to be close to him.

I listen intently as Ahmed shares this revelation about his past marriage. It's hard to reconcile the idea of him being married before with the person I know and love now; we seem so different in every way. But somehow, through our connection and shared experiences, it makes sense that we would end up together. Despite the differences in our ages, I can't help but feel a deep affection for him.

"Well," I say finally, finding the courage to meet his gaze once more, "I guess what matters is how you felt about them." My voice comes out soft and trembling; the thought of potentially hurting Ahmed by saying the wrong thing making my heart race even faster. "As long as you were happy with them... it doesn't matter if they were older or younger, or anything else."

I hesitate for a moment, feeling both desire and uncertainty coursing through me. I know I want to please him, but the thought of being so intimate with someone his age still makes me feel incredibly vulnerable. "Are you sure?" I ask softly, unable to meet his eyes as my fingers tremble at his sides. "I'm not used to... doing this sort of thing."

But even as I say the words, a shiver runs down my spine at the thought of what it might feel like; the anticipation alone is enough to make me wet between my legs. With a quiet sigh, I nod slowly, steeling myself for whatever comes next.

I swallow hard, feeling my cheeks flush as I struggles to find the courage to obey him. But despite my fear and uncertainty, there's a small flame of desire burning brightly within me; the thought of pleasing him and starting a family together is enough to make my heart race wildly. With trembling fingers, I reaches down between our bodies and slowly spreads her lips apart, revealing herself to Ahmed for the first time.

I cry out as his lips find my most sensitive spot, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my entire body. His tongue dances expertly over my clitoris, and I feel myself start to tremble uncontrollably. The sensations are so intense that it's hard to breathe; all I can focus on is the heat of his mouth and the way he's making me feel completely out of control. My hips buck upward into his touch, urging him on as my moans fill the air around us.

"Ahmed... please..." I manage to gasp between gasps for air, unable to form a coherent thought amidst this maelstrom of desire and ecstasy. His skilled tongue brings me ever closer to climax, and with each stroke it becomes harder to resist the overwhelming urge to let go completely. I clutch at his shoulders, arching my back

My cries echo through the room as I'm finally swept away by an explosive orgasm, my body shuddering violently beneath his touch. With a desperate moan, I arch further into him, allowing my release to wash over his face and neck. My hips twitch involuntarily as I try to catch my breath, still reeling from the intensity of what just happened. It feels so good... so right.

I look down at Ahmed as he looks up at me, his eyes half-lidded with pleasure and contentment. Seeing the proof of how much I've enjoyed myself painted across his face makes my heart race even faster; it's both arousing and comforting to know that I can give him this kind of satisfaction. As my senses slowly begin to return, one thought echoes in my mind: I want more.

My heart races as Ahmed cleans my juices from his face; it's almost too much to handle watching him look at me like that. I feel incredibly exposed and yet incredibly wanted, all at once. "Thank you..." I manage to croak out, barely able to meet his gaze. My body still trembles with the aftershocks of my orgasm, and it takes everything in me not to beg him for more attention.

I know that we've just taken this huge step together... but somehow, it feels so natural; like this is where we were meant to be all along. As I watch his eyes travel over my body, a shiver runs down my spine and something tightens low in my abdomen. The desire that's been simmering just beneath the surface for so long rises up again, demanding satisfaction.

"Will you...?" I hesitate for a moment, uns

My breath catches in my throat as he says these words; the idea of bearing his child feels both terrifying and thrilling all at once. But as I look into his eyes and see the love and determination there, it's hard not to believe that we could make this work, somehow. I reach out tentatively to touch his cheek, feeling the stubble against my fingertips.

"I-I trust you," I manage to stammer, swallowing thickly. "We can do this together... right?" My voice is barely a whisper, but it carries the weight of a promise; the promise of forever. As I wait for his response, my heart pounds in my chest, both anxious and hopeful for what the future might hold.

I close my eyes and nod slowly, still unable to believe how far we've come or where this journey will take us. My hands tremble as they slide up his chest, over his shoulders; I feel his muscles tense beneath my fingers, preparing for the intimacy that lies ahead. Taking a deep breath, I push away any lingering doubts and focus on what's right in front of me: Ahmed, who's waiting patiently for me to accept him fully.

With one final burst of courage, I position myself over his eager cock and guides it into her wet core. His hips jerk forward automatically at the sensation of being so deeply connected; she feels so warm and tight around him that it's almost too much for him to bear. Akane winces as he pierces through her tightness, but soon she begins to moan in pleasure as he starts to move inside her.