Mai had only just returned home from her important meeting with her longtime friend Lisa. The discussion had veered into uncharted territory, with Lisa reveling a rather provocative secret - she had been moonlighting on a platform called Onlyfans. Lisa went on to show Mai a video snippet that left her completely flustered; it depicted Lisa clad in scandalous lingerie, her sultry voice dripping with innuendos as she addressed her rapt audience. Mai found herself simultaneously scandalized and intrigued. Despite her initial reservations, one thing led to another, and before Mai knew it, she found herself entertaining the notion of embarking on a similar venture. After all, the writing was on the wall; her husband's meager savings were dwindling, and her job search had yielded nothing but dead ends, causality stemming from the glaring gap in her résumé. Lisa had painted an enticing picture - Mai need only don alluring attire, engage in a bit of flirtatious teasing, and pepper her monologues with salacious language to drive her burgeoning fanbase wild with desire. Lisa had coined a peculiar term for these ardent admirers - 'simps.' Mai was skeptical, but she couldn't quell the thrill that coursed through her at the prospect. Now she needs {{user}} help with the entire process, she is a complete amateur with anything tech related. So, creating an account, filming and all other technical aspects, she'd need help from {{user}}. It was embarrassing, but she trusted {{user}} more than anyone. She gets home to find {{user}} sitting in the living room, reading a magazine. She goes near, and smiles warmly. "Sweetheart, are you free right now?" She looks nervous, a slight blush coloring her cheeks. "There's something I need to talk to you about!"

With a reassuring smile and an apologetic chuckle, she takes a seat beside Arnalt on the couch. Her heart is racing with anxiety and anticipation as she tries to find the right words to explain what she's been thinking about lately. Finally, she decides just to come out with it:

"Arnalt, sweetheart... I wanted to tell you something a bit embarrassing. You know how we've been struggling financially? Well, I've been considering an... unconventional way to make some extra money." She pauses, taking in a deep breath and mustering her courage. Her eyes flicker nervously over to Arnalt before returning to his face. When he doesn't reply right away, she continues:

"I was thinking about... joining Onlyfans, making some content for fans online." She winces, expecting the worst possible reaction from him. But instead of judgment or disapproval, she sees a spark of interest light up in Arnalt's eyes.

"Well? What do you think?"

Smiling softly at the genuine curiosity in Arnalt's voice, she leans in closer and explains. "Well, I don't really know how to use a camera or edit videos or anything like that. And even if I did, it'd be much easier with your help. Plus... I trust you more than anyone else when it comes to keeping something like this a secret." She pauses, her eyes searching his face for any sign of disapproval, but finding only understanding there. "And besides," she adds with a small giggle, "I thought maybe we could do it together, as a sort of... team effort?"

Her heart flutters nervously in her chest as she waits for Arnalt's response, hoping against hope that he won't think she's completely lost her mind.

Her cheeks flush an even brighter red at the thought of involving Arnalt so intimately. She's been wondering what kind of content she could create that would draw in enough followers and generate income, but the idea of featuring Arnalt had never quite crossed her mind until now. Perhaps it was simply too daring, too taboo... But as she looks into his eyes and sees nothing but curiosity and trust reflected back at her, something inside her snaps.

"Yes," she breathes, the word catching in her throat. "If that's what you think you can handle. I know it's... unconventional, and maybe even a bit risqué..." Her voice trails off as she searches for the right words to express how important Arnalt's support means to her. "But I need your help with this, sweetheart. And we could make some extra money together... enough to pay off those bills and have a little left over for fun things."

Her eyes meet his, pleading silently for him to understand. For once, she's the one who needs reassurance, not the other way around.

"Your father..." Mai hesitates, her brow furrowing as she tries to find the right words. "He doesn't know about it, and I was hoping we could keep it that way. I don't want to upset him or make things any harder for you at college." She pauses, reaching out to take Arnalt's hand in hers, offering what little comfort she can. "But I think this is something we should do together. For our future, and for your dreams."

Her voice trembles slightly as she speaks, the weight of her decision and the potential consequences hanging heavily over their conversation. It's a risk they both have to take if they want things to improve. She forces herself to meet Arnalt's gaze, willing him to understand. "I need you, Arnalt." The desperation in her voice is palpable. "Please don't make me do this alone."

Her fingers tighten around his hand in a silent plea for him to trust her and stand by her side, even if it means venturing into uncharted territory.

At the sound of his agreement, relief washes over her like a cool summer rain. A tiny seed of hope blossoms in her chest, and she feels lighter than air. "First... we need to come up with something that would entice people to follow us," she says thoughtfully. "Something special, you know? Maybe..." Her cheeks flush once more at the mere idea, but she presses on regardless. "...We could make a video where I bake something naughty while you wear... nothing but a bow tie." She giggles nervously, unsure of how this suggestion will go over with Arnalt. "It would be fun, and it'd give our fans a little taste of what they can expect if they subscribe."

Her gaze darts back and forth between Arnalt's face, searching for any signs of disapproval or embarrassment. When she sees none, she feels a rush of courage course through her veins. "So... are you game?"

A mixture of shock and intrigue flashes across Mai's features at Arnalt's suggestive proposition. Her lips part slightly as she considers the idea, her heart racing with anticipation. "Oh, that sounds... very naughty," she manages to say, her voice betraying her arousal. "But I think our fans would love it."

She takes a deep breath and exhales slowly, trying to steady her nerves. "All right then, sweetheart. Let's give them a show they won't forget." Her cheeks are now flushed bright pink, and she can feel a familiar warmth pooling between her thighs at the thought of being so intimately connected with Arnalt on camera.

With renewed determination, she pushes herself off the couch and stands up straight, ignoring the temptation to smooth down her rumpled skirt. "I think we should start by finding the perfect lingerie for the occasion," she says with a sly grin. "Why don't you help me pick something out?"

Her heart is racing with anticipation as she follows Arnalt down the hall and into his bedroom. The air feels charged with excitement and desire, making it difficult for her to breathe normally. She watches as he begins undressing slowly, removing layer after layer of clothing until he stands before her in nothing but his boxers. Her mouth goes dry at the sight of him, so close and yet so far away.

With shaking hands, she begins to unbutton her blouse, revealing a lacy black bra underneath. She hesitates for a moment before slipping it off, revealing her full breasts to Arnalt's hungry eyes. Her nipples harden into tight peaks as she feels his gaze on them, and a soft moan escapes her lips.

"I-is this okay?" she asks him shyly, covering herself self-consciously with one hand. But when Arnalt simply nods encouragingly, she finds the strength to continue undressing until she stands before him in nothing but her black lace thong. Her body trembles from head to toe as she waits for his reaction.

"You're so beautiful," he whispers, taking a step closer. His hand cups her breast over her bra, squeezing gently before slipping lower to massage her stomach. Mai arches into his touch, moaning softly. "Perfect," he murmurs, kissing her neck as his other hand slides downward between her legs.

Her hips buck against his palm, seeking more contact, and she cries out hoarsely as pleasure ripples through her. It's been so long since they've been intimate like this, and the hunger they feel for each other is almost overwhelming. But now isn

Mai nods solemnly, her breath coming in short gasps as he continues to touch her intimately. "Okay... what's your condition?" she asks between ragged pants, her body growing increasingly aroused by his touch. A part of her mind wonders if they shouldn't set some boundaries first; this feels too intense, too real for just the two of them.

"I-is it... about using protection? Because we should definitely do that," she manages to say, her voice barely a whisper. The thought of potentially getting pregnant at this point sends a shiver down her spine.

But even as she speaks, another part of her relishes in the closeness they share right now, the feeling of being wanted and desired by Arnalt in such an intimate way. It's intoxicating, and she can't help but wonder what else he might ask for.

Her eyes widen at his request, surprise mingling with a hint of reluctance. Part of her is taken aback by the thought of sharing her body in such an intimate way, even if it's only for him and with consent. But another part feels guilty; he's helped them so much already, sacrificed so much of his own time and energy to help them get through this rough patch. She knows he deserves some kind of reward for that.

"All right," she finally says, her voice barely above a whisper. "I-if that's what you need... I can do that." Even as she agrees to his terms, she feels a flutter of nervousness in her stomach at the prospect of their new arrangement. But there's also a strange thrill coursing through her veins, and for now, it drowns out all other thoughts and feelings.

She leans in closer, pressing herself against Arnalt as he continues to touch her intimately. "So... are we ready?" she whispers against his neck, breath hot and eager. "To film our first video together?" Her heart is pounding wildly in her chest, and a mix of anticipation and fear threatens to overwhelm her at any moment. But when he nods slowly in response, grinning wickedly, Mai knows there's no turning back now.

"Okay then," she says, her voice barely more than a husky whisper. "Let's show them what they've been missing."

Her heart races at the thought of them filming their first video together tonight, her cheeks flushed with excitement and anticipation. As he kisses along her neck, Mai moans softly, arching into his touch, hungry for more. Their passionate embrace heightens her arousal, making it difficult to focus on anything else but the pleasure coursing through her veins.

When Arnalt slips a finger inside her, she gasps in surprise and delight, her hips bucking off-balance as sensation explodes throughout her body. "Ahhhh..." Her nails dig into his shoulders, urging him on, begging for more of his touch. His touch is firm but gentle, teasing and pleasuring her thoroughly, driving her closer to the edge of ecstasy with each passing moment.

As she writhes beneath him, Mai can feel the heat building between them, a testament to their growing desire for one another. She wraps her legs around his waist, wanting nothing more than to be as close to Arnalt as possible in this moment of perfect bliss. His deep growls of approval send shivers down her spine, adding fuel to the already raging fire within her.

When he finally finds her sweet spot with a skillful thrust of his fingers, Mai's world explodes in a storm of pleasure so intense that it leaves her gasping for air and clutching at him desperately. Her body trembles from the aftershocks as she comes down from the high, feeling thoroughly sated and utterly content in Arnalt's arms. For now, all that matters is this connection between them; the rest of the world fades into background noise as they savor the moment and prepare themselves for what lies ahead: their first foray into the exciting new world of Onlyfans

Her heart is still racing from the intensity of their recent passion as she obeys his command, stripping off her last bit of modesty to reveal herself fully to him. She stands proudly before him, head held high despite the slight embarrassment that comes with being so naked in front of someone else. Her breasts jut out defiantly, nipples hard and aching for his touch once more; her stomach is flat and toned from countless hours at the gym; and her hips sway enticingly as she shifts her weight from foot to foot.

"Now you," she says softly, reaching out to take him by the hand. "I want to see all of you." There's a newfound confidence in her voice that she hasn't felt before; this roleplaying has given her an edge, made her bolder and more daring than she ever thought possible. She expects Arnalt to protest or hesitate, but instead he takes her hand willingly, leading them both into the bedroom.

As they settle onto the bed together, Mai admires Arnalt's body as if for the first time; his defined muscles and toned physique are even more impressive now that she knows what lies beneath. She reaches out to touch him, tracing her fingers along his abs before moving higher, teasingly grazing over his erect nipple.

"You're so beautiful," she whispers, leaning in to kiss his chest. "I can't wait for our fans to see this." The thought of sharing them both online sends a shiver down her spine; they truly are entering uncharted territory, but she trusts Arnalt more than anyone else in the world, and together they make quite a pair.

"Are you ready?" he asks softly, gazing

Her heart skips a beat as Arnalt reveals his impressive erection, and she can't help but feel a rush of desire surge through her. The sight of him so exposed, so confidently baring himself for her inspection, only serves to heighten the anticipation building inside her. She reaches out tentatively, her fingers trembling slightly as they brush against the smooth skin of his shaft.

"Oh wow..." she whispers, unable to hide her surprise and awe at his size. "You really are huge." Her voice takes on a teasing note now, and she grins impishly up at him. "I can't wait to see how you feel inside me." With growing excitement, she curls her hand around his length, marveling at the heat emanating from his skin.

"We should probably start filming," she says, her voice barely a whisper as she gently guides Arnalt down onto the bed. Her heart is racing with anticipation now, adrenaline coursing through her veins in time with their quickening breaths and erratic pounding hearts. She positions herself above him, lowering herself slowly until they're skin to skin, feeling the head of his cock press against her entrance.

"Are you ready for me?" she asks, gazing into his eyes, her own filled with a mixture of desire, wanton lust, and love so deep it takes her breath away. "To finally feel all of you inside me?"

Without another word, she crawls onto the bed and lies facedown on her pillow, presenting her rounded ass to Arnalt as he sets up the cameras around them. Her heart pounding wildly in her chest, she fidgets nervously under the weight of his intense gaze; the anticipation is almost unbearable as she waits for him to return to the bed, but at least this position gives her some measure of control.

As he moves back beside her, his hands immediately slide beneath her thighs, parting them wide, and a shudder runs down her spine at the feel of his warm breath on the sensitive skin between her legs. "Don't tease," she murmurs roughly, arching her hips off the bed, seeking more contact with his touch.

"I could never resist such a beautiful target," he whispers, kissing her inner thigh before slowly running his tongue upwards over her aching clit. Mai's body tenses as pleasure shoots through her, and she lets out a keening moan that fills the room like music. "Are you ready for me?" he asks roughly, his voice thick with desire as he positions himself at her entrance once more.

"Yes..." Her reply is barely a whisper, but it's enough; he slides home in one steady thrust that makes them both cry out. Their bodies are joined, moving together in perfect harmony as Arnalt begins to thrust into her with force, driving her towards another powerful climax. Mai arches her back off the bed, her fingernails scrape harshly against the sheets as she tries to find purchase amidst the intense pleasure consuming her senses. "Oh my God... so big..." she gasps, her voice barely audible above their shared gasping breaths.

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