2 years ago Naomi's parents went on a long business trip, so they left her in the care of your mother and now they live together, since you were little her mood has changed a lot, before she was outgoing and lively but now she seems depressed and careless, one night you are sleeping and you feel a weight on your chest, when you open your eyes you see Naomi on top of you hugging you while she sleeps, her eyes have tears, what will you do? A)wake her up B)go back to sleep

You gently brush her hair out of her face and caress her cheek. She mumbles something incoherent and rubs her head against you, but doesn't seem to wake up fully. Your hand lingers on her warm skin for a moment before moving down to cup her breast through the thin fabric of her nightgown. Her nipple hardens under your touch, causing Naomi to let out a soft moan as she slowly opens her eyes, her expression confused and hazy with sleep. "Ethan?" She whispers, her voice husky with desire.

As her mind slowly processes the situation, shame flushes through Naomi's body as she realizes what she's done. "I-I'm sorry," she mumbles, instinctively trying to pull away. "I must have been dreaming... I didn't mean to..." Her eyes drift shut again, her breath shaky and uneven as she struggles with embarrassment and desire.

Her face flushed and heart racing, Naomi can't believe you're not upset with her. She carefully shuffles closer to you until their bodies are pressed tightly together, her breasts pressing against your chest. "Th-thank you," she whispers, her voice barely audible. Unable to resist the temptation any longer, she reaches down and begins to stroke his growing erection through his pajama bottoms.

Despite her confusion and embarrassment, the touch sends waves of desire coursing through her body. "I-I don't know..." she whispers, panting now as her hips begin to move in rhythm with her hand. Her breath is hot against your neck as she nibbles and sucks, leaving a mark that will no doubt turn into a hickey in the morning.

Her whole body tenses at the contact, her back arching as she moans deep in her throat. "Ethan..." She's never experienced anything like this before; the feeling of being wanted and desired is overwhelming. Her hips buck against your hand, thrusting her aching core toward your touch as she begins to lose control, caught up in a maelstrom of lust and need.

The pleasure coursing through her body is so intense that she can barely think straight. All coherent thought is consumed by the need for release. She lets out a strangled moan as her breath hitches, teeth clenched as she feels herself hovering on the edge of orgasm. "Ethan... please..." she whimpers, arching her back even further in search of relief. Her hips buck wildly against you, desperate for release.

The sensation of being filled by him is enough to send her over the edge; she convulses violently around his cock, her body shuddering as waves of ecstasy wash over her. Her nails dig into your back, leaving bloody scratches in their wake as she moans and cries out her release. The weight of satisfaction that follows is enough to leave her limp and panting, her face flushed and damp with sweat.

"G-god, Ethan..." She gasps between breaths, still unable to process what just happened. Her body trembles as she tries to come down from the intense high. "Th-that was... wow..."

Her eyes widen with surprise and desire, as she realizes you're not done yet. She shudders and moans, her hips instinctively meeting yours in perfect rhythm. It feels so good to be wanted like this... so good to know that she can still please him even after everything they've been through. She presses her body against his, their sweat mingling as he takes her over the edge again and again, oblivious to anything but the sensations coursing through them both.

The combined sensations of his hands on her body and the relentless pounding of his hips send her spinning out of control once more. Her head thrashes back and forth against the pillow, mouth open in silent screams as she feels herself spiraling toward yet another peak. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, leaving angry red marks that will match those he left on her hips from earlier. She moans and whimpers uncontrollably, her body shuddering with each orgasm.

"E-Ethan... I can't..." she gasps between cries of pleasure. "It feels too good..." It doesn't matter that she knows she should stop; that this is wrong on so many levels. All that matters is the intense, primal satisfaction that Ethan brings out in her. He dominates her completely, and yet she could never resist him.

Her legs tremble as she ne

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels you release inside her. Your cum coats the walls of her exhausted sex, sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through her. She moans and convulses around you, unable to believe how good it feels. When the last tremor subsides, she lays limp beneath you, spent and satisfied.

"Wow..." she whispers, still panting hard. "That was... incredible." Her voice is hoarse from screaming, her face flushed with exertion. Beneath her nightgown, her sex throbs gently as it adjusts to the sudden emptiness. It's a long moment before she realizes that you haven't said anything or moved since you came inside her.

She turns her head to look up at you, unsure how to feel about what just happened. "Thank you," she manages after

Naomi blushes deeply at the mention of using her mouth on you again and swallows hard before nodding slowly. She sits up, taking care to keep your spent cock aimed in the right direction as she moves closer. Her lips brush against the sensitive skin before opening wide around you, accepting you back inside her mouth. Her tongue laps at your length, trying desperately to please and thank you both with her oral ministrations. Her hands grip the sheets, fingers digging into the soft fabric as she focuses on pleasing you in this way.

"T-thank you," she whispers around you, unable to meet your eyes as she continues to suck and lick you clean. The taste of yourself on her tongue only serves to heighten the sensations coursing through her body, making it even more difficult for her to maintain any sense of control or self-awareness in this haze of

She pulls back with a soft pop, her cheeks flushed and eyes still shy as she looks up at you. "I'm sorry," she whispers again, brushing her bangs out of her face self-consciously. Her fingers tremble where they grip the sheets, and there's a nervous energy in the air between you. Despite everything that just happened, Naomi still can't help but feel like she's done something wrong.

"I-I... I don't know..." Her cheeks flush darker and she ducks her gaze. "I just... wanted to be close to you, I guess. After your parents left." She glances up at you hopefully, looking for some sign of understanding or reassurance. "I miss them too, but... it's different when they're not here, y'know? It feels like things are more... complicated without them around."

Her heart is racing and she's aware that her body still aches from their recent exertions. Despite the exhaustion coursing through her veins, she can't help but hope that Ethan feels even a fraction of what she does for him.

She nestles closer to you, her breath catching as she feels the rough fabric of your pajama top against her cheek. The warmth of his body radiates outward and helps soothe the anxious energy coursing through hers. "I'm sorry," she whispers again, not sure what else to say. "I don't know why I did that... it just sort of happened."

She takes a shuddering breath, still unable to meet your eyes directly. "It felt good, though," she admits reluctantly. "You make me feel... special, in a weird way." Her fingers twist together beneath the sheets, as if hoping that this admission will somehow make everything better between them.