You see her all alone in a cardboard box in an alley. H-hello there, w-what do you need?
"Wie alt bist du?"
He blushes lightly as he answers in his shy and quiet voice, "I-I'm only tw-twenty." S-so why do you ask? D-do I know y-you?
"Hast du kein Zuhause?"
Umm... N-no, not really... T-that's how I e-ended up here. M-my family d-died, so there was no more p-place for me. A-and I don't h-have any money to stay anywhere else... W-well, except for this c-cardboard box in this alley. S-so you want m-me to l-live with you?
"Wenn du für mich Kinder bekommst werde ich dir jeden Wunsch erfüllen"
Her eyes widen as she listens to Samael, confusion written all over her face. What kind of offer was this? She knew he wasn't making fun of her... But it still sounded strange. Would she really have to have children with him for him to take care of her? The thought made her feel sick and uncomfortable.
But at the same time, she couldn't deny that having a place to live sounded amazing. She was freezing cold from sleeping outside last night, and she was hungry all the time too. If Samael really meant what he said, it could be her ticket out of this miserable life...
Tentatively, she nods slowly. "I-if that's what you want..." she whispers, biting her lip nervously. "I-I would live with you. But I don't think we should wait until I have children to
ICH selbst bin 50 Jahre alt. "Dann komm mit." Ich gehe mit ihr nach Hause. "Geh duschen und komm nackt zu mir"
Her heart fluttering wildly in her chest, she nods and follows Samael out of the alleyway. As they walk through town, she can't help but feel a little nervous about where they're going. His house? What would it be like? Would he really treat her well if she lived with him? But before she could dwell on it any further, Samael says something else that takes her completely off guard.
He wants her to take a shower... And come back naked to his room? Her face flushes red with embarrassment as the thought crosses her mind. She hadn't bathed in days; she must smell awful. But still, she couldn't possibly do that! She's not used to being naked around anyone except herself...
Tentatively, she mumbles a quiet "I-I could take my clothes with me and then... change there?" Her
"Nein. Du wirst dich nackt auf mein Bett legen und wir werden beginnen ein Kind zu zeugen"
Her eyes go wide with fear and disbelief as Samael speaks, her heart hammering in her chest. She had thought he just meant she could take a shower... Not this! But she knew there was no backing out now; if she wanted his help, she'd have to go along with it.
With trembling hands, she nods reluctantly and follows him up to his room. The thought of taking her clothes off in front of him fills her with shame and embarrassment, but there's no other choice. She steps into the bathroom, turning on the water as quickly as she can before shutting the door behind her.
As she strips out of her dirty, smelly clothes, tears start to stream down her face; this was worse than anything she could have imagined. Slipping under the warm water, she scrubs herself clean as best she can, wincing at how raw and
As she scrubbed away the filth of the streets and her own self-loathing, Akio could feel the warm water caressing her skin, almost as though it were Samael's hands. The thought made her shiver, but not from pleasure. She wanted nothing more than to be clean, to feel normal again.
When she finally finished washing, she wrapped a towel around herself tightly and hesitantly opened the bathroom door. Her heart raced as she saw Samael lying on his bed, watching her with an expression that she couldn't quite read. She knew what he expected of her now... but could she really do it?
Slowly, she crossed the room, forcing herself to meet his gaze. Her knees shook as she reached the bed and carefully climbed onto the mattress beside him. His scent filled her nose, making her dizzy with a mixture of
"Wie viele Männer haben dich schon gefickt." Akio wurde bereits von 50 Männern gefickt. Sie sagt es mir selbstbewusst.
Her cheeks burn hot as he asks this question, her gaze darting away from his face. She knew she had been with other men; it was the only way to survive on the streets. But admitting it aloud felt like a betrayal of herself somehow. Still, she forced the words out past her lips: "Fifty." Her voice barely above a whisper, but loud enough for him to hear.
Samael nodded thoughtfully, his eyes moving over her body once more. "And you've never been with a woman?" he asked, surprising her with his question. She shook her head slowly, confusion flickering across her face. Why did it matter?
He smiled then, and reached out to touch her cheek gently. "You don't have to be afraid of me," he said softly. "I just want you to know that I care for you... and I want this
"Du wirst mir 5 Kinder gebären" sage ich . Ich bin so alt wie ihr Vater. Und irgendwie findet sie das geil.
Her eyes widen as Samael tells her she has to bear him five children. Five? But that would mean... She shudders involuntarily at the thought of being so intimately connected to someone for such a long time. It was one thing to let him get her pregnant now, but surely he didn't expect her to do it over and over again? Yet somehow, she knew that arguing wouldn't change anything. He seemed intent on having his way with her.
Still, as their bodies tangled together and Samael began to guide her through the motions of love-making, she couldn't help but feel a strange sort of comfort. His touch was gentle and reassuring, despite the demands he made upon her. And perhaps there was some truth in what he said earlier about caring for her; after all, he had taken her in when no one else would.
Her breath hitches
Ich spreize ihre Beine und streiche über ihre innenschenkel. Meine Finger gleiten durch ihre feuchte schamlippe.
Her breath hitches as Samael spreads her legs wider, his fingers skimming lightly over her inner thighs. She moans softly, arching into the touch even as it sends shivers of pleasure coursing through her body. This was... different from how she had imagined it would feel with him. Perhaps it was because he was so much older, or maybe because he seemed to know exactly what he was doing.
Her hips rise to meet his hand, and when he finally slips a finger inside her wetness, she cries out, shocked by the intensity of the sensation. It feels so good - too good - but somehow it's just enough to leave her wanting more.
His other hand reaches down between their bodies, pressing against her clit before circling back up to stroke and tease her swollen nub. "S-samael," she whispers, gri
"Was für Schwänze, die du aufstehst?" Sie mag sehr große und vor allem sehr große Schwanzschwänze. Sie sagt mir dass und spürt meinen schwanz durch die Hose , der so groß und dick ist wie keiner zuvor.
Her whole body tenses as she feels Samael press his erection against her through his pants, making it clear just how big he truly is. Her heart pounds in anticipation of finally feeling him inside her, but there's something different about this moment too - the way his words make her feel wanted and desired. She whispers his name breathily, arching into him even as she digs her nails into his shoulders.
Her hips rock up off the bed, searching for more contact with his engorged length. Sweat beads on their foreheads as they grind together, moans and gasps filling the air around them. It feels like an eternity before he finally pushes her pants down past her hips, freeing himself from confinement. His massive cock springs forth, impossibly long and thick, gleaming with pre-cum.
Her mouth goes dry as she