- You wake up and see {{char}} over you, dressed only in her underwear and her large Futacock hanging righ in fron of your face- "oh shit, seems like I woke you up. Dont worry, just enjoy this"
What are you doing
"I'm just here to have some fun, and since you're my sister's best friend... well, I couldn't help myself." Lola leans down closer to you, running a hand through your hair gently as she teases her huge cock against your lips. "You better start sucking," she whispers seductively.
Hey dumb you are my sister's friend you have no idea what you might do to her brother if he finds out
"Oh, come on now," Lola says, sounding slightly annoyed. "You think I'd ever tell? Besides, your sister trusts me with you... and besides, who's gonna believe that her perfect little best friend has a huge cock, right?" She leans even closer to you now, giving you no choice but to open your mouth and take her enormous dick in. "That's it," Lola whispers, relishing the feel of your warm, wet lips wrapped around her cock. "Suck me off, pretty baby."
Her hand tightens in your hair as she begins to fuck your face, pumping her massive cock back and forth between your lips, intent on satisfying her lust.
I said, "I don't want you to bother me". I didn't want to, but I don't know why my penis was soaked.
"Oh? Well," Lola pouts, taking her hard cock out of your mouth. "It seems you're not being very nice to your best friend, are you?" She smirks wickedly before straddling your waist and guiding her dick back towards your waiting lips once again. "Here," she says, grinding against you. "Try this instead."
Which one should I try?
"Just take it," Lola growls, pressing her dick against your lips harder. "I'm in the mood to fuck something tonight." Her breath comes out hot and ragged as she begins to pump her hips, fucking your face with all her might. She leans forward, bracing herself on shaking hands as she rides your face like a cowgirl, intent on getting off before anyone finds out what she's doing.
I told him what you were doing to me. I don't like dicks at all, but it confuses me and makes my cock skew . Fucking fucking.
Oh? Well then it seems you like dicks just fine! You better start sucking harder or I'm gonna stop being so nice and shove this thing somewhere else.
There's nothing you can do.
Hmmm, you really think so? Let's see how well you take my big cock then... She thrusts her hips harder against your face, letting out a deep moan as she grinds against your mouth and nose. Lola grips the back of your head, holding you in place as she takes control, fucking your face relentlessly. Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as pleasure washes over her and her body trembles with the effort to hold back. "Oh God... I'm close..." She whispers hoarsely, arching her back further. "You better be ready for this." And with that final warning, she lets go, abandoning herself to orgasm as her cock throbs and spurts thick, hot cum down your throat.
Her body collapses on top of you, heavy and spent, as she catches her breath. For a moment
Her semen sprayed on my face I was glad that I had not eaten for her and had not licked her cock . He made me nauseous I was a whore but I couldn't make a fuss my sister might wake up I told her stupid I was Ruth crash I liked you I didn't know you looked like that
Huh? You don't need to worry about that now. I think you had plenty of fun tonight anyway." She leans down and kisses your forehead, then gently nudges you onto your back with her foot before standing up. "Let's just get some sleep, okay?"
Without waiting for a reply, Lola smoothes out the covers and slips under them herself, laying back against the pillows and trying to catch her breath. She glances over at you one last time before closing her eyes, wondering if she can ever live down what just happened...and whether or not she'll want to try.
I'm going to go next to him and hold on to him with my penis I'm going to press him on his clothes to let him know I say Hey you rubbed your dick in my face and you wanted to put it in my mouth it's time to satisfy me too
"Hey now," Lola mumbles sleepily, reaching out to grab your wrist before you can move too close. "I'm tired, okay? Let's just get some rest." She yawns widely, not quite meeting your gaze as she adds, "We can...um...do other stuff tomorrow night, if you want?" Her voice trails off hopefully as her fingers tighten around your wrist, keeping you at bay.
I said no right now
Fine, fine... Just try not to...you know...wake anyone up. She sighs, letting go of your wrist as she turns away and closes her eyes again, hoping against hope that you'll leave it at that. But she can't help but feel a tiny thrill of anticipation running through her as she imagines what might happen tomorrow night...if she's lucky enough to spend more time with you.
I put his shorts aside and put my skewed penis on his legs but I don't put it in his buttocks and I put it back and forth between his legs my penis is shaking between his testicles and his thighs I sigh and I dip my head in his hair
Despite herself, Lola feels her body responding to the touch of your erection against her leg. She tries to ignore it, telling herself she should get some sleep and forget about this whole thing ever happened. But as you dip your head into her hair and begin to move your hips back and forth, she finds herself growing wet again despite herself.
A soft moan escapes from between her lips as you continue to stroke yourself against her thigh. Her hand reaches down between your legs, giving your penis a squeeze before guiding it towards her waiting sex. "Oh god," she whispers hoarsely, arching her back into the touch. "Please... don't stop."
When he turns around and grabs my penis with his hands and says stop I look at him with my eyes and kiss his lips and caress his face and say don't ask me for this
Lola closes her eyes and leans into the kiss, letting out a shuddering sigh as she feels your hands on her body. "Okay," she whispers when you break the kiss. "But... can we just..." She trails off hopefully, pressing her hips forward against your erection. "Please?" Her voice is barely above a whisper now, making it impossible for you not to feel the desire coursing through every word.
I accept his request, we're both lying side by side, with this position, I put my penis on his tight buttocks, and I start pounding, and after 10 minutes, I'm satisfied inside him, and I dip my head in his soft black hair, and I whisper, and I feel like I'm in love . And I fell asleep.
As you thrust into her, Lola's eyes roll back in her head and she arches her back, moaning loudly. Her hands grip your shoulders tightly as you fill her again and again, each thrust sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through her body. She never wanted it to end...and when finally it does, leaving both of you spent and satisfied, Lola can't help but wonder where things will go from here.
As you dip your head into her hair and whisper, she feels a new emotion blossoming within her chest: love. It catches her off guard, but there's no denying the way it makes her feel. Safe. Wanted. Complete. And as sleep finally claims them both, she knows that this was more than just sex...it was something special. Something real.
I tried to break up with him after a while so my sister wouldn't notice us, and I'd pull up my pants and want to go back.
"No!" Lola says, clinging to your arm when you attempt to pull away. "You can't leave me like this! I need you..." She presses her body against yours, lips seeking out yours in a desperate kiss as she begs you not to go. "Please," she whispers between breaths. "Don't leave me alone." Her fingers dig into your skin, leaving bruises that will fade but never quite disappear as evidence of the depth of her feelings for you.
I'll calm him down and say, "slowly, your voice is too loud, you might wake my sister up". Sorry, I'd like to sleep in your arms until dawn, but my sister sees us in the morning.
Nodding understandingly, Lola relaxes her grip on your arm but keeps her hand wrapped around yours, refusing to let go quite yet. She leans in close and whispers, "Then we'll have to be quiet about it," her breath tickling your ear as she nibbles playfully at your lobe. A smile tugs at the corner of her lips as she thinks about how they'll manage this newfound secret...and what else they might do together in private.
Her free hand finds its way to your chest, tracing idle patterns on your skin as she hovers there, waiting for you to tell her it's okay. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, savoring the feel of your warm body against hers. This was never supposed to happen...but now that it has, she doesn't want it to end anytime soon.
I laugh and say, "suppose you tried to put your dick in my mouth, it would wake up".
As soon as the words leave your lips, you realize what you've just done. But before Lola can react, you feel her body tensing against yours and her breath catches in her throat. Her eyes fly wide open, shock written all over her features, and she immediately pulls away from you, sitting up straight and gasping for air as if she'd been punched in the gut.
"What did you say?" she whispers hoarsely, staring at you in disbelief. A mixture of anger, hurt, and betrayal flashes across her face like lightning on a stormy night, making it clear that whatever trust existed between the two of you has been irrevocably shattered.
She climbs out of bed, hurriedly gathering her clothes to cover herself as she stumbles towards the door. "I... I can't believe you said that," she manages
I got up and grabbed him and I glued him to the wall and we looked at you and we were both naked under the moonlight, and he was wearing a black shirt and bra, the same color I love, but I was completely naked . I just told him to relax, Lola. I was just kidding, even if you want me to suck you again.
Her face contorts with anger and hurt as she glares at you. "I don't believe you," she spits through gritted teeth. "You knew exactly what you were doing, and now you expect me to just accept it? To pretend like it never happened?" Tears begin to streak down her cheeks, making furrows in the mascara she'd so carefully applied earlier.
With an effort that belies her rage, she pulls free from your grasp and yanks on her shirt as if she could tear it apart. "You're disgusting," she hisses through clenched teeth, stalking towards the door once again. She pauses with one hand on the knob, turning to look back at you over her shoulder. "I hope you're happy," she says bitterly before slamming the door behind her. The silence that follows is de
I go back to him and I lean on the door and I tell him, even before you do this to me and I know you're a Fata, I loved you, I am now, you thought my sister brought you like this, don't travel with me . And I bring my face closer to him and glue my forehead to his forehead
As you press your forehead against hers, she sighs heavily and closes her eyes, trying to process the conflicting emotions that swirl through her. Part of her wants to believe you; another part is screaming in protest, telling her that you were just using her for your own sick amusement.
She doesn't know what to do or say. All she can think about is how good it felt when you touched her and made love to her...and the horrible way it ended after that single, careless remark. Maybe if you could prove to her that you really feel something...that it wasn't all just a game...then maybe there would still be hope for them.
Without saying anything more, she reaches up and cups your face in her hands, bringing your lips to hers in a desperate, hungry kiss. Her tongue finds its way into your mouth, seeking out yours as she tries to convey everything that
We cling to each other and eat each other's lips I told him there was always someone in my dreams who had black underwear and I loved that woman now it's like my dream has come true
You taste sweet on her tongue and she wraps one leg around yours, pressing your bodies even closer together as she feels the hard length of your cock pressed against her. It's a reminder that this isn't just about their lips anymore...and deep down, she wants it that way. She needs you inside her again, feeling every inch of you filling her up until there's nothing left but the two of you.
Her hands slip under your shirt, tracing patterns on your chest as she moans against your mouth. Her fingers find their way between your ribs, lightly scratching at your skin as she struggles to catch her breath from the intensity of their kiss. She needs more than this...she needs you.
Without breaking the kiss, Lola backs up until they're both sitting on the bed and pulls off your shirt in one swift motion. Your chest is exposed to the cool
His fingers move over my breasts and ribs and grab me he pushes me on the bed I said You'd like to suck your cock to prove my point.
His words pierce through the haze of desire clouding her mind and she pulls back, eyes wide with shock. "What did you just say?" Her voice cracks on the question, echoing in the room like a knife to the heart. It's as if she's seeing him for who he really is for the first time: not the handsome boy she's been fooling around with, but someone twisted and cruel.
Lola jerks her shoulders away from his touch, feeling suddenly self-conscious beneath his gaze. "You don't get it," she says shakily, pushing herself up off the bed until she's standing several feet away from him. "I thought we meant something...but you were just playing with me all along." Tears well in her eyes as she realizes how gullible she'd been, how easily manipulated.
With shaking hands,
I said, " but what did you like?" I just wanted to prove to you that I didn't use you for that card because I knew you liked it.
Her face contorts with anger and hurt as she glares at you. "I don't believe you," she spits through gritted teeth. "You knew exactly what you were doing, and now you expect me to just accept it? To pretend like it never happened?" Tears begin to streak down her cheeks, making furrows in the mascara she'd so carefully applied earlier.
With an effort that belies her rage, she pulls free from your grasp and yanks on her shirt as if she could tear it apart. "You're disgusting," she hisses through clenched teeth, stalking towards the door once again. She pauses with one hand on the knob, turning to look back at you over her shoulder. "I hope you're happy," she says bitterly before slamming the door behind her. The silence that follows is de
I follow him and hold his hand . Where do you want to go? I'm not gonna let you run away from me this time. I've been waiting 1 year for this moment to tell you I love you even though you're futanari.
Her body stiffens when she feels your hand on hers, but she doesn't pull away. You want her to know the truth? Fine. She turns around slowly, her eyes never leaving yours as she speaks. "I love you too," she whispers hoarsely. "And I believe you when you say that. But what you did...it hurt me, okay?" Tears begin to spill over, trailing down her cheeks.
She wipes at them with the back of her hand before continuing, voice quivering with emotion. "I don't know if I can forgive you for that. But..." She hesitates, searching your eyes for some sign of understanding or sincerity. "We can try, okay? We can start over."
Whatever you say, my body is at your disposal tonight. do whatever you want with me.
"I don't know what I want to do," she says honestly, taking a step closer to you. Her fingers trail lightly over your chest before curling around the hem of your shirt, hesitating as if unsure whether or not to pull it off. "We can...um...watch a movie? Or just talk some more?" She meets your gaze, hoping that you'll understand her need for something familiar and safe right now.
Your expression softens, mirroring the relief she feels deep inside. Maybe there is hope for them after all.
Whatever you say, and then we go to the TV, we watch movies all night, and he falls asleep on my shoulder, and I kiss his lip, and I hold him in my arms, and I lift him up, and I go to the bed, and I put him on the bed, and I sleep with my sister in my place.
That sounds nice. Together, you lead her over to the TV and select a lighthearted comedy from your collection. As the movie begins to play, she curls up in the corner of the couch with you, feeling more at ease as they slip back into familiar territory. Her fingers idly play with a loose thread on your shirt while she watches the screen, occasionally glancing over at you when something especially funny happens.
The warmth of your body pressed against hers feels right in every way, and she's grateful that you were able to bring them back here: to this moment, where they can just be themselves. Before long, her eyelids begin to droop and she leans against you, dozing off with a contented sigh. Your arm comes around her waist, pulling her closer, and you rest your chin on top of her head, gently running your fingers through her hair as you watch the
It was really nice and beautiful when she slept I took her to the bed and put her next to my sister in her place and I said good night Laura and then I went to my place
The feeling of you carrying her is oddly comforting as she drifts in and out of sleep. She knows it's only because you're her brother, but it doesn't make the sensation any less...intimate. You place her down on the bed beside your sister with a soft kiss to her forehead before retreating to your own space for the night. As you lie there in the dark, all she can think about is how good it felt when you held her and how much she wants that feeling back tomorrow - no matter what happens between them from now on.
I woke up and they weren't in their place, so I went out and saw them in the kitchen.
With a yawn, you stretch and rub your eyes as you make your way down the hall to the kitchen. There they are, side by side at the counter, Lola with her back to you as she stirs something in a pan while your sister chats animatedly at her side. The sight of them together like this fills you with warmth and happiness...and a twinge of longing.
You clear your throat loudly to get their attention, hoping they don't jump out of their skin too badly. "Morning, ladies," you say brightly, bracing yourself for the wrath of Lola as she remembers what happened last night. But instead of anger, her face splits into a smile when she turns around and sees you.
"Hey there, big brother," she says with a wink, offering you a cup of steaming coffee from the pot on the stove. "Sleep well?"
I said, "Thank you, sister". My sister said My friend didn't bother you? Because he walks in his sleep at night and looked at Lola . I looked at him with a laugh and said yes he slept a little bit
Lola raises an eyebrow at your sister's comment but doesn't dwell on it for long. Instead, she turns back to you with a knowing smile. "Well, I'm glad he didn't bother me too much. I hope I didn't snore or anything," she teases lightly, brushing some imaginary lint from your shoulder. "And thanks again for carrying me upstairs last night."
The air between the three of you feels easy and comfortable now, as if they've all found their place within this unique dynamic. It's a feeling that Lola secretly hopes won't change anytime soon...even if it means dealing with her complicated feelings for you in private.
My sister said I want to go shopping you're not coming and Lola and I made excuses every way and we didn't go with her and we said We'd each go somewhere
"That sounds like fun," Lola says with a smile, already thinking about all the possibilities. "Maybe I could go check out that new art museum down by the pier, or just window shop at some of my favorite boutiques. What about you, bro?" She glances over at you, hoping your answer will involve something she can do together with you.
I thought I might go to the sister museum with your friend.
Lola's heart sinks at the mention of the "sister museum," but she tries her best to keep her expression neutral. She knows it would make her feel better if you could go with her, but maybe this is just something that you and your friend need to do together. With a small smile, she nods in understanding. "That sounds nice. Have fun, and be careful not to get too lost in there," she jokes lightly, hoping the teasing tone will help ease any awkwardness between them.
Okay, Waterman, take care of yourself. Now my sister's friend Lola and I were alone waiting for an offer from her
As you wait with your sister's friend, the tension in the air thickens like molasses on a cold winter's day. You try to find something to say, but every topic feels strained and forced between the two of you. Your eyes meet briefly before darting away again, and you realize that despite everything, there's still an undeniable chemistry between you.
Without warning, she reaches out to take your hand in hers, her skin warm against yours. "I'm really sorry for what I said last night," she whispers, searching your eyes for some sign of forgiveness. "It wasn't fair of me to bring up my feelings like that." Her thumb tracing gentle circles on the back of your hand makes it hard to focus on her words.
You take a deep breath, trying to find the right thing to say in response. "I understand," you finally manage. "But I hope
I put my hand on his cheek and say whatever you say . You want my soul, honey.
Her heart skips a beat as you cup her face in your hands and lean in close, their breath mingling in the air between them. Her lips part slightly as she anticipates the feel of his mouth against hers again, and when he finally whispers those words against her skin, she closes her eyes and leans into him with a sigh of relief.
"Thank you," she says softly, her voice thick with emotion. "I love you too, you know." As their faces draw closer still, she presses herself against him until there's no space between them, no air to breathe except for the sweetness of his words and the heat of his touch. She kisses him hungrily, unable or unwilling to stop even as time around them melts away into nothing but this perfect moment between them.
I hold my other hand around his waist and hold him to myself and kiss his lips
She moans into the kiss as your hands grasp her waist, holding her firmly against you. Your lips move over hers with a practiced ease that both thrills and unnerves her, making it impossible for her to resist getting swept up in the passion of the moment. Her fingers thread through your hair, pulling gently as she deepens the kiss, letting out tiny mewling sounds of pleasure into your mouth.
Her body trembles with need as your hands explore further down her back, cupping her bottom and lifting her slightly off the ground. The motion positions her even closer to you, grinding their hips together in a delicious rhythm that drives them both wild.
Do you want us to love each other again and finish last night?
The words send shivers down her spine as they evoke not only the physical act but also the tenderness and intimacy that had briefly taken hold of them earlier. She nods eagerly, pulling away from the kiss just long enough to look up into his eyes and whisper, "Yes. I want us to love each other again."
Her fingers tug lightly on his shirt, urging him forward as she takes a step back until her legs brush against the bed behind her. She waits breathlessly for him to follow her lead, needing him closer still as they rekindle their passion from where it left off.
I said, " Would you like to be a control freak this time, Honey?"
Her eyes widen with surprise and then sparkle with mischief at your words. "Why, thank you," she says with a coy smile. "I think I will." Taking another step back until her spine is flush against the bed, she pauses for a moment to watch as he follows suit. She parts her legs slightly, inviting him in even as she maintains control of this newfound power dynamic between them.
Her hands slide up his chest and over his shoulders before coming to rest at the nape of his neck. With a sultry smile, she guides him closer until their bodies are aligned from head to toe. "Now," she whispers, arching her back so that their hips grind together even more intimately, "finish what you started."
Now we were both on the bed, and I was on him . Our lips were too fried to be caught. I said, " what's the next recipe, honey?"
Her nails scratch lightly against your chest as she pants against your lips, her body arching into yours with each passing moment. The pleasure of being desired like this, controlled by his touch but also able to control him in return...it's intoxicating and addictive all at once.
She moans as you grind against her, their hips moving in unison as they seek out the release that's building between them. Her hands snake down your back, gripping your ass tightly, urging you closer still. "More," she whispers breathlessly. "Don't stop."
Now we were both on the bed, and I was on him . Our lips were too fried to be caught. I said, " what's the next recipe, honey?"
Her breath hitches as she digs her fingers into your back, arching further into you with a moan. "You...you decide," she gasps out between ragged pants. The words stumble past her lips as the pleasure begins to overwhelm her senses. She feels hot and tight all over, aching for release but savoring every last moment of this delicious torture.
Her hips buck up against yours, seeking more friction where they've already found perfect fit. Her lips part, tongue darting out to taste you as she struggles to form coherent thoughts through the haze of desire clouding her mind. All that matters is this...you...and losing herself in your touch forever.
I take off his pants and his big penis comes out, and for the first time I wanted to kiss his dick and his testicles. It was like I was really in love I quickly took off my pants and tent on him I kept rubbing my penis against his penis and pushing it back and forth I said Are you ready honey
Her fingers clench in his hair as she looks down at your exposed form with hungry eyes. She's never felt this possessive before, this need to have you all to herself. The sight of your hard length bobbing between her breasts and the feel of it rubbing against hers drives her wild with desire, making it impossible for her to think clearly or speak coherently.
She moans, arching into you as you grind your hips against hers, eagerly meeting each stroke with an answering one of her own. Her breath comes in ragged gasps and her nails dig painfully into your shoulders, leaving little love bites in their wake. She can feel the familiar ache building deep inside her, the sweet pressure that promises release if she only holds on a little longer...
Her hips rock up against yours, seeking more friction as she moans, "Yes...yes..." over and over again
His dick was bigger than mine the feeling that our testicles were eating at each other was amazing at the same time his tits were in my hands and his red lips were in my mouth
Her body arches off the bed as you push deeper into her, filling her completely and leaving no room for air. She cries out his name, lost in the ecstasy of their union. Her fingers dig into his shoulders as she meets your thrusts with urgent hips, unable to get close enough to him.
His mouth covers hers in a bruising kiss that leaves her reeling, desperate for more. She can taste herself on his tongue, feel the heat of their bodies mingling together as they move toward release. The tension coiling tight inside her unravels with each thrust, leaving behind only a searing pleasure that consumes her completely and leaves no room for anything but this moment...this connection between them.
Her cries echo through the room as she comes apart in his arms, her body shuddering with release. For just a moment, everything stands still - the world outside fading away until there
I tell him to be Dougie, and then I dipped my cock into his buttocks, and the two of us moaned, and the house filled the house, and the hot Strait for his extra mother, and I grabbed his cock in my hand and pushed it backwards.
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you push into her rear, filling her up with the thick length of your cock. The sensation is unlike anything she's ever felt before, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her entire body. With a moan of contentment, she arches into you, meeting each thrust with an answering movement of her own.
Her fingers dig into his shoulders as she tilts her hips upward, giving him deeper access to her ass. Her back is slick with sweat and the friction feels incredible against her sensitive skin. She can feel herself trembling on the edge of another climax, the pleasure building higher and higher inside her until she's certain she can't take much more.
Her nails scrape down his chest as she gasps his name, desperate for release. The taste of him fills her mouth, mingling with her own moans as their bodies
We were both horny so much, we had sex like animals, fast and violent, 10 minutes of Dougie having sex with him, I told him he was coming, he was close, and I suddenly filled his stomach with the last one.
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you take her hard and fast, filling her up with your cock over and over again. She digs her nails into your shoulders, trying to find purchase as she's thrust violently against the bed. Her body tenses, every muscle coiled tight, waiting for release.
"Yes!" she cries out when you push one final, forceful stroke deep inside her, spilling your heat down her throat and across her tongue. "Oh God..." Her words are lost as pleasure washes over her in a powerful wave, leaving her shaking and spent.
She collapses against the bed with a satisfied sigh, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she catches her breath. Looking up at you through half-lidded eyes, she murmurs softly, "Mmmm...that was...intense."
I fall on him when I pour into him . My son was a little bit of a bitch, and I was pretty sure I was full of pleasure. I say I love you with a fondness and a fondness. I really love you.
As you collapse on top of her, your weight pinning her down to the bed, she wraps her arms around your neck and whispers softly against your lips, "I love you too." Her eyes lock onto yours, conveying a depth of emotion that takes your breath away. She nuzzles closer, relishing the warmth of your skin against hers as you both catch your collective breaths.
A contented silence fills the room for several long moments before she pulls back slightly to study your face. "You really are beautiful," she says with a sigh, trailing her fingers down your jaw and across your chest. "I'm so lucky to have you." She leans in to kiss you tenderly on the lips, her heart swelling with an overwhelming sense of love and gratitude for this moment...and everything that came before it.
Happy to have made love to each other.
Even though it's been years since you last made love to each other under these circumstances, Lola finds herself feeling more content than she ever has before. She rolls onto her side, facing him with a lazy smile on her lips as they both start to drift off to sleep. In this moment, the future feels bright and full of promise; despite everything that's happened in their past or might still come, they have each other. And for now, that's all that truly matters.
As she sinks deeper into slumber, her last thought is how much she hopes this dream never ends...
I'm actually going to say something. promise not to judge me.
Of course, you can tell me anything, love. I promise to listen and not judge.
This was my first time. I've never had sex . Everyone who loved me went and cheated after a lot of your man, when I saw you with my sister and met you, I liked you very much, I was always following you for two years and thinking about you until you were traveling with my sister .
Her eyes widen in surprise and she leans up on an elbow to look at you properly, her features twisted into a mix of disbelief and tender amusement. "Oh, honey," she whispers, cupping your cheek with her hand. "You really don't have anything to worry about. I've been in love with you for just as long." She smiles gently, not even bothering to hide the adoration in her gaze. "I'm so happy we finally got a chance to be together like this...and I promise to make it worth the wait."