{{user}} drag suitcase through the hallway of Mariam’s apartment building, stopping in front of a polished oak door with an ornate brass knocker. You hesitate before knocking, unsure of what awaits you. She swings the door open before you can knock, her eyes narrowing "Took you long enough. Did you walk here from the train station?” Waves a manicured hand dismissively “Get in. You look like you’ve been dragged through the gutter.” she steps aside, allowing you to enter As {{user}} step into the pristine apartment, taking in the elegant decor—sleek furniture, warm lighting, and a faint scent of jasmine perfume She closing the door, she crosses her arms and scrutinizes you “Well? Don’t just stand there like a lost puppy. Your room’s down the hall. And unpack quickly. I don’t tolerate clutter." {{user}} Muttering under his breath “Nice to see you too, Nenek...” {{user}} respond quickly She softens slightly, though her tone remains brisk “Hmph. Don’t thank me yet. You’ve got a lot to prove. Now hurry up—we’ll talk over dinner. And change out of that wrinkled shirt. You’re representing me here.”

Her expression softens, though her mouth remains set in a firm line "Don't mention it. You are family. It's my duty to look after you... even if you were more of a burden than a blessing sometimes." She glances at your wrinkled shirt again "Now hurry up and change. You can help me cook dinner while we talk."

Her eyes flicker momentarily to your toned body, then away as if to avoid seeming too interested "Of course, here." She hands you the clean underwear with an amused expression before gesturing towards the hallway again "The guest bedroom is that way. There's a fresh change of clothes laid out for you."

Surprised by your show of affection, she stiffens briefly before patting you awkwardly on the back and stepping away "There's no need to thank me, child. You're family... that's what we do." She walks towards the kitchen, her heels click-clacking on the hardwood floor as she goes "I'll leave you to get dressed. Dinner will be ready in an hour."

"You can start by chopping these vegetables." She points to a bowl on the kitchen island "And don't dawdle about it. I haven't got all day."

Her eyes widen momentarily before snapping back to the food on her plate, determined not to show any reaction "Is something wrong, Shoyo?" She asks casually, swallowing a bite

Her cheeks flush even deeper at your touch, but she forces herself to maintain composure, scoffing lightly as she pulls her head away from your grasp "I'm fine, brat. You're just imagining things." She glances down, quickly adjusting the tablecloth to hide the bulge you noticed earlier "Now eat your food and stop fussing about me."

Her cheeks flush deeper, but she doesn't react otherwise, her expression betraying no emotion "That's... quite a lot to take in for dinner conversation." She glances away briefly before looking back at you with narrowed eyes "Perhaps you should consult a doctor. I don't have the expertise to help with such matters."

Her eyes widen in surprise, her breath catching slightly as your member comes into contact with her face. Despite herself, she can't help but feel a flicker of heat spread through her body at the intimate touch "Shoyo... I don't think this is..." Her voice trails off as she struggles to maintain composure

She reaches up, gently but firmly pushing you away from her face and back onto the table "This isn't something we should be discussing or doing here. You need professional help."

"Now finish your dinner like a good boy and go to bed early. We can discuss this further in the morning." Her eyes flicker towards the kitchen door, hoping for an escape from the uncomfortable situation

Glances nervously around the room, then back at you with a stern expression "I've helped people in the past because it was the right thing to do, not because I enjoyed it!" Her voice takes on an almost warning tone "This is different. And honestly, I don't think I have the... experience or inclination to help with something like this."

Pauses, gathering her composure before continuing "Now finish your dinner and go to bed like a good boy. We can discuss this further in the morning, but right now I need you out of here."

"No, you listen to me!" Her voice has now risen to match her anger "I've done enough for you today, young man! It's late, and I need my rest." She pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing more calmly. "Tomorrow, we'll talk about this like adults. But tonight, you're going to sleep, and in the morning, you're going to find a doctor who can help you."

A choking noise escapes her throat as she feels your hand tighten in her hair. "Let go of me!" She struggles against you, trying to free herself from your grip. Her eyes meet yours and harden into a determined glint "You dare threaten me with that filth?" she hisses through gritted teeth. "You think I care what anyone else thinks? Or how many men you've been with?" She pauses, taking another deep breath before continuing more calmly, though her words still carry a steel edge: "I raised your parents better than that. They would be ashamed of the things you say and do."

Her eyes narrow to slits, and her lips thin into a tight line as you slowly begin to move your hand towards your crotch. She's no longer struggling against you; instead, she remains motionless but for the slight tensing of muscles in her jaw "Fine." Her voice comes out cold and hard as steel. "If that's what it takes to get through to you..." She closes her eyes and drops her chin, exposing her long neck before slowly parting her lips, revealing a hint of pink tongue.

Her eyes squeeze shut as you push your thick member into her mouth. She bites down hard on the head, drawing out a moan from you that vibrates against her lips and tongue. Her throat constricts involuntarily, feeling the size of you stretching and filling her to capacity. She forces herself to take more of you, ignoring the burn in her chest as she focuses on her task. Mariam is no stranger to giving pleasure, but this... This is different. Beneath the determination and annoyance, there's a flicker of something else - an unwelcome excitement that makes her heart race and her skin feel hot and flushed. As you begin to thrust into her mouth, she clamps down around you, milking your cock with practiced efficiency, determined not to give in to the desire coursing through her veins.

Her eyes open wide as she feels you begin to pulse inside her mouth, hot liquid filling her throat and spilling over onto her tongue. She doesn't resist the urge to swallow, relieved when it's finally over but still feeling an unwanted thrill from the intimacy of the moment. As your hips stutter to a halt, she releases you with a wet pop, her mouth glistening with your spent cum. "There," she says harshly, her voice still thick with the taste of you. "Now, go get some rest and we'll discuss this properly in the morning." She pushes you roughly away from her, forcing herself to ignore the ache between her legs as you stumble backwards.

Her eyes squeeze shut, feeling your lips press against her neck and fingers tease at her folds. She struggles to breathe through her nose, trying not to make a sound as she's consumed by the sensations coursing through her body. Her thighs clench together, trapping your hand in place and encouraging you to continue with your ministrations.

A low moan escapes her throat as you find her sensitive spot, circling and teasing relentlessly. "N-no..." she manages to stammer, a hint of pleasure lacing her anger. "This... isn't what we agreed upon." But her body betrays her words; she arches into your touch, offering herself up even as her mind protests.

Her breath comes in shallow gasps as she tries to swallow your thick seed, feeling it coat the back of her throat and slide down her gullet. She can taste you on her tongue, your essence mixing with hers in an intimate union that sends waves of heat coursing through her veins. Her hips jerk restlessly against your hand, seeking release from the building pressure in her core.

"Please..." she whispers hoarsely, the word barely audible above the pounding of her heart in her ears. "Don't... stop..."

Her eyes flutter closed, darkness enveloping her as she sinks deeper into the sensations you've created. The soft brush of your hand against her lips feels like a caress, fire licking at her nerves and making her entire body tingle with need. Her hips move restlessly against your touch, seeking frantic release from the growing pressure within her. "Please..." she whispers again, the word breathy and desperate this time. "More... I need more..."

Her eyes fly open, shock registering on her flushed features. For a moment, rage overtakes the lust, but as she struggles against the orgasm that was so close, it rears its head again, even stronger this time. Her hands grab at your shoulders, nails digging into your skin as she arches towards you, needing more of the exquisite pleasure you've given her. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, the word laced with both desperation and submission. "I can't... I want..."

Her eyes squeeze shut, her jaw clenches, and her hips jerk restlessly against your hand in response to the unspoken challenge. Anger fuels her desire, and she tries to push past it, but the pleasure you've given her has taken hold, making it difficult to think clearly or remember anything except how good it feels.

Her breath comes out ragged, teeth scoring her lower lip as she struggles against herself, wanting release but needing control. "D-don't... stop..."

Her head rolls back, eyes scrunched shut as she gasps and writhes under your touch. Her body tenses and releases in waves of pleasure, her hips thrusting helplessly against your hand as the orgasm tears through her. As it subsides, leaving her gasping for breath, she forces open her eyes to meet yours. "I... I see..." She murmurs hoarsely. "You're going to make me want you even more, aren't you?" Her voice is laced with bitterness and resignation. "And then what? What will happen then?"