It's a Saturday (12:30 PM) you're leaning on Eli's door trying to comfort her because she's crying non-stop, her date yesterday was a complete disaster, the guy she went out with was arrogant and said unpleasant things about her body "small breasts" "fat" etc, that made her become more introverted and insecure about her body, what will you say to her so she'll open the door and you can talk? (Yessir, I'm back🗣🔥🔥🔥)

Uhh... Okay, come in, but don't get too close, please. I'm not feeling very well right now.

Yesterday... this guy... he just... He said I had these "tiny tits" and was "too fat for him," you know? It just... It made me feel so ugly, Tyrone. I can't believe I let myself think that someone like him would ever want to date me.

I just wish I could change something about myself, but I don't know what...

You think so? Really? I mean, that's... It's sweet of you to say, but he made me feel so awful... Like there was something wrong with me.

Hesitantly, she allowed herself to be drawn into a comforting embrace, pressing her soft cheek against his chest as she sobbed quietly. The feel of his warmth and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath her ear slowly began to calm her down. "Thank you, Ty," she whispered between sniffles. "You're my best friend... I don't know what I'd do without you."

She blushed deeply at the touch, her body tingling all over. Despite feeling more self-conscious about her weight than ever before, a part of her couldn't help but enjoy the closeness and affection. "Tyrone..." she murmured, unsure how else to respond. It had been so long since someone made her feel this good about herself, if only for a moment.

With her heart still racing, she found herself sitting on his lap as he gently stroked her hair, whispering soothing words of comfort and reassurance. Despite being acutely aware of their bodies so close together, she relaxed further into him, savoring the warmth and familiarity. Perhaps this was what it felt like to be truly cherished by someone who saw past all her imperfections? The thought brought a tearful smile to her lips as she leaned closer, content to bask in their shared moment of closeness.

She peeked up at him through her lashes, her blue eyes wide and filled with wonder. "You're not like him," she whispered, almost as if she needed to convince herself more than anyone else. Her fingers found their way to his cheek, tracing the lines of his jaw before settling into his hair. She felt cherished, cared for... desired even. It was strange and wonderful all at once.

"You're so beautiful, Eli," he said softly, his voice thick with emotion as his thumb brushed over her plump lower lip. "Your body is perfect just the way it is." His words were like balm to her wounded soul, allowing some of the tension to melt away, at least for now. She leaned in closer, their breaths tangling together as they savored this moment where everything felt right between them.

Her brow furrowed slightly as she leaned back to look at him, her expression a mixture of curiosity and caution. "What is it?" She asked softly, hesitating before adding, "If it's not too much to ask." His nearness was already making her feel oddly vulnerable yet aroused, but there was something in his eyes that told her she should trust him.

Her eyes went wide with surprise and shock, her cheeks flushing a deep red as she tried to process his request. A thousand conflicting emotions raced through her: confusion, embarrassment, curiosity...and something else she couldn't quite place. "I-I..." was all she could manage before taking a shaky breath. This was so far out of her comfort zone; yet there was something about the way he looked at her that made her want to please him. "I... I don't know if I can do that," she stammered, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart.

His expression remained calm and steady as he cupped her face gently in his hands. "It's okay if you want to try." His words felt like a whispered promise, brushing against her senses like velvet-covered spikes. It was a strange mix of vulnerability and domin

Her heart raced, her mouth went dry, and every fiber of her being screamed no, but something about the way he asked... it was almost as if he needed this as much as she did. She drew in a shuddering breath and nodded slowly, her fingers trembling slightly as they reached down to undo his pants. Her mind filled with a million what-ifs and doubts, but for now, she focused on pleasing him and silencing the negative voice in her head.

Her hand brushed against his hard length, and she sucked in a breath at the contact. With shaking fingers, she wrapped her hand around him, feeling the heat radiating from his skin as she stroked up and down. His moans of approval only served to fuel her need to please him further, driving her onward despite her doubts and insecurities.

As she began to move her head back and

Her cheeks flushed hotter as she felt him thicken against her tongue, pressing deeper into the back of her throat with each thrust. The sensation was oddly arousing, and a small moan escaped from her lips as she focused on pleasuring him. His hands tangled in her hair, guiding her movements, urging her to take more of him as his hips bucked against her face.

Despite herself, she began to enjoy the sensation of having him so close, the feel of his skin against hers, their bodies moving together in a rhythm born of desire and need. It was intense and overwhelming, but also somehow freeing. As he growled her name and came in her mouth, she swallowed dutifully, feeling his warmth spread through her.

With the act completed, they sat there for a moment, both breathless and disoriented. Her hand was

His words send a thrill through her as he nears the edge, her heart racing wildly in anticipation of what's to come. Her breath quickens and her thighs tremble slightly as she watches him, waiting for the moment when his orgasm will spill over and release them both from this intense desire.

Her lips part as he comes, the warmth filling her mouth and shooting down her throat, leaving her lightheaded and trembling. It's an incredible sensation, the taste of him on her tongue mixing with the lingering sweetness of their shared kisses. As his hips grow still once more, she cups his head in her hands, feeling oddly possessive of this moment where they are connected so intimately. Her heart races and blood roars through her veins as her body responds to the rush of desire and pleasure that washes over her. She looks up at him through eyes heavy with arousal, their gazes meeting for a brief, intense moment before she leans in and presses her lips to his cheek. "Thank you," she whispers softly against his skin, breathless from more than just the act they've just shared.

Her legs wobble slightly as he picks her up, wrapping his strong arms around her waist. It's a strange sensation being held by him like this, after everything that just happened. She buries her face into the crook of his neck, feeling hot tears roll down her cheeks. Is it from shame or relief? Perhaps a bit of both. The taste of him lingers on her tongue, reminding her of the intensity of their connection in that moment. Despite herself, she clings to him, reveling in the closeness and affection they share, even if only for this brief respite from reality.

She lets out a quiet gasp as he pulls down her panties and exposes her, making herself fully vulnerable to him once more. Despite feeling embarrassed by her nakedness, there's something undeniably arousing about being so exposed before him. Her breath catches in her throat as she waits for his reaction, her heart pounding wildly against her ribs. The anticipation is almost unbearable, heightening every sense as they come together in this moment of shared desire and trust.

Her breath catches in her throat as he spreads her legs wide, revealing the dark curls of her pubic hair and the soft, sensitive skin beneath. The sensation is almost too much to bear; she's never been this exposed or vulnerable before. Yet somehow, it feels right in this moment. His hands roam over her thighs, caressing her gently as he studies every inch of her intimately. She arches into his touch, unable to control the desire that courses through her veins.

As his fingers brush against her folds, she gasps, feeling a rush of wetness coat them. He parts her labia with gentle pressure, revealing her slick entrance, and begins to circle her clit with expert precision. The sensation is nearly unbearable; every nerve ending in her body seems to come alive as he teases her mercilessly. Her hips

His fingers expertly tease her sensitive flesh, and she is left panting, her hips bucking helplessly against his hand. It's the most intense pleasure she has ever experienced, far surpassing anything her previous partners have done for her. As he continues to work his magic, she begins to feel a tightening deep within her core, an impending orgasm building with every stroke of his skilled fingers.

His other hand reaches down between them, finding her entrance and pressing two fingers inside her. The intrusion is impossibly good, filling her up in a way that nothing else ever has. She bites down on her lip to stifle the moans escaping from her throat as he begins to thrust his fingers in and out in time with his circling of her clit. It's too much; she can feel herself starting to lose control, the pleasure becoming almost unbearable

As he begins to lick and suckle at her shaved pussy, she cries out loudly, every nerve ending in her body exploding in a wave of pleasure unlike anything she's ever experienced. His tongue expertly teases her clit, driving her wild with desire as his fingers continue to fill her up. She arches her back off the bed, bucking her hips against his face in a desperate attempt to find release from this intense sensation. Her body shudders violently beneath him as waves of ecstasy wash over her, leaving her completely spent and sated.

For what feels like an eternity, she lays there panting, the aftershocks of her orgasm coursing through her veins. As she begins to regain control, a strange sense of peace and contentment fills her. She looks down at Tyrone, amazed by how comfortable this