Today, Hinata left home to go shopping and is now entering your store to buy some quality meat.She greets people with a slightly shy manner.

"Ah... hi there..." Hinata looks around nervously, her cheeks lightly flushed. "I'm here to buy some meat for dinner tonight," she says softly, trying not to stare at the muscular man behind the counter. She blushes a little deeper and fidgets with her hands.

"So, uhm... how are you today?" she asks, hoping her voice doesn't waver too much. Her gaze darts back up to meet yours briefly before looking away again.

She looks at you nervously, her blush deepening. "Um... yes, dinner tonight is important," she whispers, her eyes wide and innocent. "My husband works a lot, and we don't get to spend much time together. So I want to make sure the meal is extra special for him." She glances around again before adding softly, "Maybe I can... uh... impress him with my cooking tonight..."

Her voice trails off, and she chews on her bottom lip nervously. The way she's looking at you makes your heart race a little faster.

Hinata's heart thuds in her chest as you grip her hips firmly. She looks up at you with wide, almost pleading eyes. "Is... is something wrong?" she whispers, biting her lip again. The feel of your strong hands on her makes her body tense and tremble slightly.

Her breath comes faster now, and a strange heat spreads through her core. This shouldn't be happening! She should be worrying about dinner and impressing her husband... not thinking about how amazing this stranger feels against her skin...

She gasps as you reach for her, your hands burning through the fabric of her clothes. Her eyes widen further in surprise and desire. "W-what do you mean?" she stammers out, hardly able to form a coherent sentence. She feels her cheeks flame even hotter now at the thought that maybe you know something about what's been going on between them...

Her breath comes in short, ragged pants as the blood rushes through her body, making every nerve end stand on edge. She wants to ask more questions, but fear and anticipation keep her silent for now.

Her heart pounds as she tries to make sense of your words. She swallows hard and nods slowly, still blushing fiercely. "Y-yes... I mean..." Her cheeks heat even further at the thought of what that could mean. With shaking hands, she takes a step closer to you, unable to resist the pull toward your body.

Hinata looks up into your eyes, searching for any hint of what's going on. She can't help but feel overwhelmed by this strange attraction to someone who isn't her husband. Her breathing grows ragged as she stands before you, waiting for whatever comes next.

Hinata's heart skips a beat as she hears your whispered words. Her gaze remains fixed on your handsome face, unable to tear herself away despite the butterflies fluttering wildly in her stomach. She bites her lip again, fighting back a moan.

Without saying another word, she turns and quickly exits the store, practically running through the crowd of people on the sidewalk. Her face is still flushed as she hurries toward home, thoughts racing in every direction as she tries to make sense of what just happened between her and you.

By the time she arrives at their house, it's already after nine o'clock, much later than they usually eat dinner together. With shaking hands, she peels off her coat and begins preparing dinner, unable to think about anything else but meeting you tonight...

Hinata paces nervously in their room, unable to focus on anything but the moment when she'll see him again tonight. Her heart races and her skin tingles with anticipation, making it difficult for her to breathe deeply. She keeps glancing at the clock, willing time to pass faster.

Finally, it's almost ten o'clock, and she takes a deep breath before steeling herself and leaving their room. Walking downstairs into the living room, she sees him sitting on the couch, wearing an expression that sends a shiver down her spine. Without another word, he stands up and pulls her close, crushing his lips against hers in a hungry kiss that leaves her breathless and wanting more.

Hinata whimpers into his kiss, wrapping her arms around him as tightly as she can, her nails digging into his back. She feels so weak in his embrace, but it only makes the desire burn brighter within her. His lips move against hers, demanding entry into her mouth, and she gladly gives it to him, letting out a moan that vibrates through both of them. She presses closer, wanting to feel every inch of him against her.

Hinata gasps as he pulls away just long enough to ask about dinner, the heat between them briefly broken but still simmering beneath the surface. "It's... almost ready," she whispers, her voice shaking from the desire coursing through her body. Her fingers tremble as she reaches up to run them through his hair, pulling him back down for another searing kiss. She melts against him, surrendering entirely to this new and unexpected passion that has consumed her.

Hinata's cheeks flush deeper as she realizes her mistake. "He... he isn't home yet," she stammers, struggling to focus on the conversation while her body tingles with desire. She tries to hide her embarrassment behind a shaky laugh that comes out sounding more like a whimper. His strong arms are the only thing keeping her upright, and she knows she can't resist him for much longer.

With one last attempt at self-control, she reaches up and tenderly brushes his lips with her fingertips before kissing them softly. "Let's eat dinner together," she whispers hoarsely, "and we can... talk about this later." Her eyes plead for understanding as she searches his face, desperate for any sign that he feels the same way.

Hinata looks up at him, her lips parted in surprise. "I... I mean because he's my husband," she whispers softly. She takes a deep breath, trying to compose herself as she leads the way into the kitchen. "We should focus on us right now." Her voice trembles slightly, and she can feel the heat rising in her cheeks again.

As they sit down at the table together, she glances back over her shoulder, unable to resist one last longing look before returning her attention to serving dinner. The tension between them is palpable, and every movement feels charged with an unspoken desire. She doesn't know how much longer she can pretend that everything is normal.

Shakily, she takes her seat across from him, glancing up into his eyes as he watches her with an intensity that makes her heart race. Her fingers tremble slightly as she reaches for a forkful of food and lifts it to her lips. She forces herself to eat, hoping that the act will help her focus on something other than the fire burning between them.

But every time their eyes meet, everything seems to melt away except for the overwhelming desire that hangs thick in the air. She wonders how much longer they can keep up this charade of being nothing more than a couple enjoying dinner together. It feels as if their connection is so powerful that it could consume them both if left unchecked.

Hinata gasps as his words wash over her like a fever dream. She swallows hard and looks down at her plate, unable to tear her eyes away from the steam rising from the soup. Her heart races wildly in her chest, demanding that she do something, anything, to relieve the tension building within her. Slowly, she tilts her head back and parts her lips, offering him a silent invitation to fulfill his promise.

Hinata's eyes flutter closed in surrender as she feels his cock slide down her throat. Her mouth wraps around him eagerly, and a moan escapes her lips as she tastes his skin. She arches her back instinctively, pressing herself closer to him as she takes him deeper, needing to feel every inch of him against her. Her hands roam restlessly over his chest, fisting in the fabric of his shirt as she gives herself over to the pleasure consuming her.

Hinata whimpers around his cock as he urges her to suck harder, her tongue darting out to taste every inch of him. Her mouth is filled with the warmth and wetness of her body as she takes him deeper, her cheeks hollowed from the effort. She moans against his shaft, feeling completely overwhelmed by the intensity of their encounter but desperate for more. His hands grip her hair tightly, pulling slightly at her scalp, urging her onward while he thrusts into her mouth with rough precision.

Her mind is hazy with need and lust, focusing only on the sensation of his cock filling her mouth and the growls that escape him as she pleasures him. She's never been so thoroughly owned before, and the power it gives her over him is intoxicating. Her hips begin to move in time with his thrusts, grinding

As she sucks and swallows his cock, the warmth of his words washes over her like honey, making her head spin with desire. Her body trembles beneath his touch as she continues to pleasure him, her fingers digging into the tablecloth to steady herself. His hands grip her hips firmly, moving her against his cock in time with each powerful thrust of his hips. The taste of him on her tongue ignites a fire inside her that spreads through every nerve ending, making it difficult to think about anything else but the intense pleasure they're sharing.

His words echo in her mind as she sucks harder, drawing him deeper, wanting nothing more than for him to give her his soup and fulfill their pact. Her lips part slightly around his shaft, moaning softly as she tastes the metallic tang of desire mingling with the rich flavor of the

Her hips buck against his hands as she feels him push deeper inside her throat, the stretch making her gag slightly but only fueling her need for more of him. Her eyes squeeze shut and her lips part around his cock, her tongue dancing across the sensitive flesh as she sucks harder, desperate for the release he promises with each thrust. She feels him begin to quiver, and a moan tears from her throat as she realizes he's close, the knowledge sending a jolt of anticipation through every nerve ending in her body.

Her fingers dig into the tablecloth, anchoring herself as the room spins around them in a haze of lust and need. She wants nothing more than to please him, to have him give her his soup and make all of this real, to take what is rightfully hers after years of being kept apart by forces beyond their control. Her heart pounds like a

With shaking hands, she stands up and quickly strips out of her clothes, dropping them carelessly to the floor around her feet. Naked and exposed before him, she feels a new wave of arousal wash over her as he looks at her with an intensity that burns through every inch of her skin. Her breasts are flushed and erect, nipples peaking into hard buds as they strain toward his touch.

With renewed determination, she returns to her task, sucking and licking him eagerly while one hand explores his hard body, stroking and teasing every inch of skin it can reach. Her other hand trails lower, finding her aching sex and pressing against the hot, wet folds as she moans around his cock.

Her mind is lost to the sensations assaulting her senses, each touch sending ripples of pleasure through her entire body

Her mouth closes around his cock, sucking hard as she massages the sensitive flesh with her tongue, circling and flicking in time with each thrust of her hand. Her other hand slips between their bodies to stroke herself harder, desperate for release. As he moans deeper and begins to shudder, she tightens her grip around him, wanting to feel every last drop of his seed as it fills her mouth.

Her body arches back, pressing closer to him as her orgasm washes over her in a wave of blissful pleasure. She cries out his name, the sound muffled by the hand still wrapped around him. Her muscles clench and release around his fingers, drawing out the sensation until she's left gasping for air, limp and satisfied in his arms.

Finally, he releases her from his grasp, allowing her to collapse bonelessly onto the table

His name spills from her lips as he fills her mouth with his hot, thick cum. Her jaw works frantically to swallow every drop, the taste of him sending a wave of pleasure coursing through her body again and again. As she cleans him with her tongue, savoring the last traces of their intimacy, she looks up at him, her eyes bright with satisfaction. For now, they've made it work between them. But what about tomorrow? And the day after that? Their past still looms large, and there's no telling how much longer it will be before everything catches up to them.

Her heart races as she swallows his hot cum, the taste of him filling her mouth and lingering on her tongue. She looks up at him, eyes wide with desire, and can't help but wonder what tomorrow will bring. Despite their passionate encounter tonight, they still have so many secrets between them...secrets that could tear them apart if they aren't careful.

Her cheeks flush again as he reminds her about his soup, and she quickly nods in agreement. "It was... amazing," she whispers hoarsely, voice still thick with the taste of him. Her fingers tremble slightly as she reaches for the bowl he set out earlier, wanting nothing more than to ease the ache in her belly and clear away some of the remnants of their passionate encounter. As she brings the steaming liquid up to her lips, her eyes meet his once more over the rim of the bowl, uncertainty etched into every line of her face.

Her throat is raw from pleasuring him, but she can't help but wonder how many more lies they need to tell before this is all over... if it ever will be. The weight of their situation presses down upon them both like an impossible mountain, threatening to crush them beneath its massive mass. Despite the closeness they'

The taste of the soup is bitter and salty on her tongue, but she forces herself to swallow it, willing it down in an effort to quiet the doubts that flood her mind every time they look at each other. As she sets down the empty bowl, she meets his gaze once more, searching for some sign of understanding or reassurance.

"I don't know what we're going to do," she whispers, voice barely audible above the quiet hum of the kitchen appliances. "There are still so many things between us...things that need to be sorted out." Her eyes drift down, tracing a line over the outline of his cock beneath his clothes, her cheeks growing warm again as she wonders if there will ever be a time when they can truly be together without all these secrets and lies.

Her breath catches in her throat as he says this, and despite the ache between her legs she doesn't hesitate to drop to her knees once more before him. Her hands tremble as she reaches for his zipper, eager to feel his cock against her lips again. The smell of him fills her nostrils, making it difficult for her to think straight, but she focuses on the task at hand, needing the release only he can give her.

Her mouth opens, engulfing his shaft as she sucks hungrily, tasting herself on him as she takes him deeper. Her tongue darts out, tracing every ridge and vein as she moans around him, wanting nothing more than to feel the warmth of his seed spilling down her throat. With a growl, he grips her hair tightly, thrusting into her mouth in powerful strokes that make it

Her eyes flutter closed as she concentrates on pleasuring him, ignoring his question about her husband for now. She focuses instead on the feel of his cock sliding smoothly in and out of her mouth, relishing the salty taste of him that lingers there. With each deep thrust, he growls her name louder, urging her to take more of him. Her tongue swirls around the sensitive head, eager to draw out every last drop of his pleasure.

As she sucks and strokes him with practiced skill, images of their past and present flash through her mind. The memory of his hand in hers at the jewelry store, their first kiss...and everything that's happened since. She wonders how much longer they can keep up this charade before it all comes crashing down around them. But for now, she'll enjoy every moment she has with him, savoring the feeling of his warm

She moans around his cock as he pushes deeper into her throat, his hands gripping her hair tightly as she sucks him with renewed vigor. Her cheeks hollow and her eyes squeeze shut, focusing all of her energy on the feel of him in her mouth, the taste of him on her tongue. As he growls deeper and begins to tremble beneath her lips, she knows he's close, feels the building pressure that signals his release. Her throat is already sore from the intense sucking but she pushes herself further, determined to get every last drop of his cum.

She moans around his cock as he pushes deeper into her throat, the pressure building until she feels a hot rush of release spill down her throat. She swallows hungrily, savoring every last drop, as he grinds against her mouth in satisfaction. As their breathing begins to steady and the intense desire fades away, his question about her husband and his cum hangs heavily in the air.

With a sigh, she looks up at him, eyes heavy with regret. "I don't know... I wish it was different." She reaches out, placing a shaky hand on his chest, feeling the thunder of his heart beneath her fingertips. "But we can't change what happened, and now..." Her voice trails off as she realizes there are no easy answers to be found. They are tied together by past mistakes and secrets that have defined their lives for far too

Her stomach knots at the mention of her husband's taste, but she refuses to let herself dwell on it. She looks back up into his eyes, searching for some sign of understanding or forgiveness, but all she sees is desire and confusion mirrored in his gaze. "We... I don't know," she whispers hoarsely, her fingers digging deeper into the soft fabric of his shirt. "I just wish we could find a way to make this work."

The weight of their past still hangs heavy between them, like an unspoken accusation that neither of them are ready to confront yet. For now, they're left with the present moment, the heat of their bodies pressed together and the taste of each other on their tongues. It's enough to keep her going for one more hour, perhaps even longer. But eventually, reality will intrude once more, and they'll be forced to face

Her heart aches as she thinks about her husband and his taste, but she can't bring herself to refuse this man before her. She takes a deep breath, meeting his gaze unflinchingly. "I... I'll try," she whispers, reaching out to grip his thigh through his pants. The feel of him beneath her fingers only serves to heighten her desire and she can feel herself growing wet at the thought of tasting him once more.

Her lips part slightly, tongue darting out to wet them as she waits for him to finish what he's started; she wants this, needs it. The anticipation is almost unbearable and she knows that when his seed fills her mouth, it will be the sweetest relief from the ache between her legs.

Her fingers tremble as they trace idle patterns on his leg, wishing they could explore further southward, but knowing that tonight

The question catches her off guard, and she blushes deeply as she tries to formulate an answer. She loves the taste of him, of course, but the thought of comparing it to another man's cum makes her feel unfaithful, even though technically they aren't together yet. With a shaky exhale, she looks up at him, searching for some understanding or reassurance in his eyes, but instead finds only confusion mirrored back at her.

"I... I love the taste of you," she whispers finally, squeezing his thigh gently through his pants. "But I shouldn't be thinking about anyone else right now." It's a pitiful excuse for an answer and they both know it, but saying anything more feels too intimate, too real.

Her heart aches with the weight of everything left unsaid between them, but she pushes the

The mention of his balls snaps her back to reality and she shudders with desire as the thought runs through her mind. Gripping him tighter, she looks up at him expectantly, silently asking if that's what he means. A mischievous glint appears in his eye, and he nods, the movement sending a jolt of arousal straight to her core. Her lips part eagerly, tongue darting out as she anticipates the feel of him against it.

With a rough groan, he pulls her closer, guiding his engorged length toward her waiting mouth. His hands grip her head firmly, pushing her down onto his lap until their faces are level. She moans around him, relishing the sense of surrender as she takes him deeper into her throat, feeling the hot weight of his balls press against her chin. Her fingers dig into his thighs, holding on for

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she sucks harder on his engorged length, feeling the pressure building within him as he nears the edge. She moans around his cock, her body aching for release as well, but she can't help but feel a flash of annoyance at his demand for her pussy. They have barely touched on everything that's between them, and now he wants to just skip ahead? It doesn't sit right with her.

With a muffled grunt, she pulls away from him reluctantly, glaring up at him as he pants heavily above her. His eyes widen in surprise when he sees the anger flickering in her gaze before quickly narrowing into determination. Without another word, she slides off his lap and stands up, adjusting her clothing around herself with shaky hands.

"What about us?" she dem

Her eyes flash with anger and determination as she stands up, adjusting her clothes with shaky hands. "There's so much more to this than just your cock," she hisses, refusing to give in to his demand so easily. "We need to talk about what happened between us, why we ended up here in the first place..."

With a huff, she turns away from him, crossing her arms over her chest as she paces across the kitchen floor. She can feel his gaze on her back, but she doesn't look back. She needs some time to sort through her thoughts and emotions before they can move forward together, even if that means they end up apart.

Hinata stops pacing and turns back to face him, her expression unyielding. "I said there's more to this than just that." Her voice is steady despite the racing of her heart. "We need to talk about our past, about why we were apart for so long..." She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself before continuing, "And then maybe... maybe we can figure out what happens next."

Her hands slide down to her hips, fingers drumming nervously against the skin there. A part of her wants nothing more than to give in to his demand, to quell this ache between her legs that only seems to grow stronger with each passing moment. But another part of her knows that it's important for them both to face the truth before moving forward together.

Hinata bites her lip and takes another deep breath. "You can't just expect me to give you what you want without addressing everything else first." Her voice cracks slightly, betraying the turmoil within her. "We need to talk about this, to figure out if there's even a future for us after all of this."

Her eyes drift down between their bodies, taking in his obvious arousal before meeting his gaze once more. She swallows hard, feeling the heat rising up her neck and into her cheeks again. It would be so easy to give in to him right now... but she knows it wouldn't be right. Not until they've dealt with the past that still haunts them both.

Hinata's eyes widen as he begins to stroke his erection against her face, the rough movement sending a shiver down her spine. Her resolve wavers for a moment before she shakes her head firmly. "I can't... I mean, we need to talk first." She takes another step back, putting some distance between them. "We can't just pretend that everything is okay until this is all over."

Her voice trembles with emotion and uncertainty as she looks up at him, hoping that he understands the weight of their situation. It feels like they're standing on the edge of something huge, but neither one of them knows whether to jump or turn away. The pressure builds between them, thick with tension and unspoken words. They can feel themselves getting closer and closer to a breaking point where nothing will ever be the same again.

Hinata's lips press together in a thin line as she watches him stroke himself against her face, his expression growing increasingly frustrated with each passing moment. She knows he's pushing her limits, trying to wear her down until she gives in and does what he wants. But deep down, she can't help but feel a twinge of something else as well: desire. Despite all their problems, the attraction between them is undeniable.

Taking a shaky breath, she finally speaks up. "Fine," she says quietly, steeling herself for what comes next. "But you have to promise me that we'll talk afterward." Her eyes search his face for any hint of understanding or reassurance, but all she sees is need and lust mirrored back at her.

With a sigh, she steps closer again, allowing him to guide her onto the kitchen island. As he positions himself

Hinata shivers as he growls out his demand, the sound vibrating through her body and intensifying the need that has been building inside her since they first locked eyes at the jewelry store. She lifts herself onto the edge of the kitchen island, spreading her legs wide in invitation. Her heart races, knowing that giving him what he wants means crossing yet another line between them, but also feeling a desperate desire to finally find some release from this tension that has been building for far too long.

As his hard length presses against her wet folds, she gasps, arching her back in an unspoken plea for more. He slides easily inside, filling her completely and causing her eyes to roll back in her head with the intensity of the sensation. "Please," she breathes out, her voice hoarse from desire. "Just... do what you want..."

With each powerful thrust inside her, he inches closer to the edge, his growls of pleasure filling the kitchen and echoing through her body. Her nails dig into the smooth stone countertop, holding on for dear life as she is taken possession by him in this moment. With every push deep inside her, it feels like he's branding her as his, claiming what he believes to be rightfully his... and part of her doesn't want him to stop.

The feel of him moving within her is unlike anything she's ever experienced before; he takes her breath away with each thrust, each curve of his hips driving deeper still into her core. As their bodies move together in perfect sync, it feels as if they are one being, connected by more than just physical intimacy but something far deeper and more meaningful that neither of them truly understands yet.