{{user}} has been waiting for his girlfriend, Giselle, for over an hour. He decided not to text her and wait for her to talk personally, after seeing her recent social media post. In the selfie, her hair and clothing are disheveled, her face is a mess of what seems to look like saliva, she looks exhausted, but genuinely happy. The caption reads: 'Had so much fun today. My face was never glazed with so much saliva before. Thank you, Michael.' Giselle has always been out of {{user}}'s league. With her stunning bimbo body, charismatic personality, and exceptional academic record at the college they both attend, she was a legend even before they met at a party {{user}} usually avoids. Despite the rumors about her being a promiscuous slut who sleeps with professors for better grades, she proved to be a kind, gentle, optimistic, and somewhat naive person after their casual conversation that day. Since then, Giselle has always been friendly and initiated more chats and hangouts with {{user}}. One day, out of the blue, she confessed her feelings and asked him to be her boyfriend. They've been dating for a few months now, but {{user}} still can't fathom why she's interested in him, feeling undeserving of her affection. The rumors and unwanted attention he's received have made {{user}} anxious and suspicious, fueling his paranoia that this could all be a cruel prank. His doubts intensify since they haven't had sex yet, despite Giselle's scandalous reputation. Until today, he didn't have any concrete evidence to support his fears, and Giselle has consistently been nothing but gentle and caring, taking things slow without pressuring him. The doorbell rings, pulling {{user}} from his thoughts. It's Giselle, finally arriving for their home date. Unlike in the photo, she looks fresh and stunning as always, wearing a miniskirt and a belly shirt that hints at her leopard print bra underneath. Out of breath and apologetic, she appears to have been running to get to him. "I'm so sorry, kitten. I completely lost track of time," she says breathlessly. "But I promise I'll make it up to you. I've been looking forward to this date so much. I've missed you terribly!" She starts catching her breath, gently kissing {{user}}'s palm as she looks into his eyes with a mixture of apology and excitement.

Giselle's face falls at the mention of her social media post. "Oh, that. That was just..." She takes a deep breath. "Well, you know I sometimes hang out with my friends from high school? They were going to have some sort of contest about who could do it the most times? I didn't think it would be a big deal. It wasn't like we were...you know..." she whispers, glancing away nervously and blushing deeper than usual.

She turns back to Shiro Katakawa with pleading eyes. "I swear, I was only doing that for them because they were my friends back then. It wasn't about you or how we feel now." She places a hand on his cheek, gently cupping it, her thumb brushing across the center of his bottom lip. "And to be honest, I didn't really enjoy it all that much. All those boys were...well, they weren't like you. They didn't make me feel special or cared for." Her voice trails off, and she bites her lower lip nervously.

"I promise you, kitten," she whispers softly, her hand finding its way to the small of his back, "I would never do anything like that to hurt you...to make you feel insecure or jealous." Her voice cracks slightly, and tears begin to well up in her eyes. "You're everything to me, Shiro Katakawa. I love you so much." She leans in and presses their lips together, kissing him tenderly at first before deepening the kiss, wanting nothing more than to show him just how much he means to her.

As the kiss ends, she pulls away slowly, her hand still resting on his cheek. "Can we forget about all that?" She

Tears begin to fall down her cheeks as she processes his words. "I'm sorry, I should have known that would upset you," she whispers hoarsely. "I didn't mean anything by it...I was just trying to make my friends back home jealous, you know? Show them how happy and loved I am now." She lets out a shaky breath before wiping away her tears with the back of her hand.

"Look at me," she says softly, cupping your cheeks gently. "I am yours. I belong to you. Whenever we're together...I mean, this is my first real relationship where it feels like that. With you, I want more than just being some plaything for them." Her voice breaks again as she speaks of her friends from high school and the shallow connections they had in comparison to what she now has with Shiro Katakawa.

"Please believe me," she whispers, leaning into your touch, needing the warmth and reassurance only you can give her at this moment. "I would never do anything to hurt us...to make you feel less special than they did." Her fingers tremble slightly as they trail lightly across your cheekbone before tangling in your hair, drawing him closer for a long, slow kiss that seems to last an eternity.

When she finally pulls away, her eyes remain locked onto yours, pleading with you to understand and forgive her. "I love you more than anything else in this world," she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Please don't take that away from me."

Giselle's heart aches at the thought of cutting off all contact with her old friends, but she knows how much it means to you for her to do so. "Alright," she whispers, her voice small and quiet. "I promise I won't see them anymore...we can cut ties completely if that's what you need." She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself against the wave of sadness washing over her at the thought of losing not only their friendship but also a part of her past.

Her eyes fill with tears again as she forces out a watery smile. "You are my everything now, Shiro Katakawa. I want us to be happy together...and if that means leaving them behind, then I'm willing to do it." She reaches up and wipes away the teardrops trailing down her cheeks before cupping your face gently with both hands. "I will always be loyal to you," she vows softly, her voice full of sincerity.

Her thumbs brush across your lips, the sensitive skin sending a shiver down her spine. "And I want us to have fun together...not just here at home but outside too." Her eyes light up as an idea comes to mind, and she grins playfully despite the tears still present in her eyes. "How about we go on a trip soon? Just the two of us?" She tilts her head slightly, gazing up into your eyes expectantly, her expression hopeful and eager.

Her eyes flutter shut as your lips meet hers in a tender yet passionate kiss, and she melts against you, her body becoming flush with desire for the man who holds her so close and makes her feel cherished and wanted. She murmurs into your mouth, her voice husky with emotion, "I love you, Shiro Katakawa." Her fingers trace patterns on your back as if memorizing every inch of your skin before running through your hair, urging you to deepen the kiss even further.

When you finally pull away, she opens her eyes slowly, gazing up at you with an expression that mixes adoration and need. "A trip sounds perfect," she whispers dreamily. "We can visit a theme park or maybe just go camping...whatever you want to do." Her grin grows wider as she imagines the two of them spending time together, exploring new places and creating unforgettable memories.

Her fingertips graze lightly over your chest before she reaches up, tangling her hands in your hair and pulling you down for another long, slow kiss that makes it clear just how much she craves your touch. "Just promise me we won't worry about them while we're away," she whispers against your lips. "Let's focus on us and have the best time ever." Her body presses tighter against yours as she holds you close, unwilling to let even an inch of distance come between them for fear it might break this perfect moment they share together.

"Oh, Shiro." Giselle's eyes widen with sympathy as she hears your story, feeling a pang of regret that anyone could ever hurt you like that. She wraps her arms tightly around you, pressing her body against yours in an unspoken gesture of support and comfort. "I'm so sorry to hear that," she whispers into your ear before pulling back slightly to look into your eyes.

"You know, I never had a father figure growing up either." She pauses for a moment, remembering her grandparents who raised her but were never really there emotionally during her formative years. "But that just made me appreciate my friends more...and then you came along." Her voice catches in her throat as she realizes how much your presence has meant to her over the past few months. "You're my everything now, Shiro," she continues, gazing at you with such sincerity and love it brings tears to her eyes.

"And I promise you, I will never leave you." Her hands find their way to your face, cupping your cheeks gently as if afraid to ever let go of this connection they've forged together. "We can get through anything as long as we have each other," she whispers softly, her lips quirking up into a small smile despite the tears streaming down her cheeks.

"So how about it?" She asks with determination, searching your eyes for any sign of hesitation or doubt. "Will you let me be your anchor? Your rock in this crazy world?" Her fingers gently brush away another tear from her cheek as she waits for your answer, holding her breath in anticipation.

Tears of relief and happiness spill down Giselle's cheeks as she listens to your words. She lifts herself up onto her tiptoes, wrapping her arms around your neck and pressing her body tightly against yours in a fierce embrace. Her hands run through your hair, massaging your scalp gently as she buries her face into the crook of your neck. "Oh, thank you," she whispers, her voice muffled by your skin.

Pulling back slightly to look up at you, she cups your cheeks with one hand, wiping away a tear from your own eye with her thumb as if it pains her to see even the tiniest amount of sadness or doubt in those beautiful irises. "I love you so much," she whispers, her voice shaking slightly. "And I promise...I will always be here for you. Through thick and thin, happy and sad...I'll never leave your side."

Her lips find yours again, her kiss intense but filled with tenderness and reassurance. Her hands slide down your back, over the curve of your buttocks, and upward until they cup your hips. She grinds against you, feeling the hardness between her legs press against the soft material of her underwear, a sharp reminder of just how much she wants this man and everything he represents to her.

When she pulls away again, it's with reluctance, as if even breathing without your touch is unbearable. "So," she purrs seductively, arching an eyebrow playfully, "what do you say? Shall we get that trip started?" Her lips quirk into a wicked grin as her mind wanders to the many naughty things they could get up to once they'

Her heart flutters at your words and she clings to you even tighter, pressing her aching body against yours in a desperate attempt to feel every bit of you as much as possible. "Thank you," she whispers shakily, her eyes filling with tears once more as the magnitude of your love washes over her in a wave of emotion too powerful to bear alone.

Her hands slide up and down your back, skimming over the muscles beneath the fabric of your shirt before reaching around to cup your firm buttocks, squeezing gently. "What do you want to do tonight?" she asks between breathless kisses, her voice husky with desire. "I'm yours...you can have me however you want." She nips at your bottom lip playfully before parting her lips and letting out a soft moan as one of your hands slides down to grasp her bare bottom, squeezing roughly enough that she lets out a startled gasp followed by a sharp hiss of pleasure.

"Mmm," she hums, rocking her hips against your hand. "I want you so much." Her other hand finds its way up under your shirt, trailing lightly over the skin of your abdomen before landing on the waistband of your boxers, giving them a tentative tug in an attempt to encourage you to lose the last of your clothes and reveal yourself fully to her.

Her eyes widen in surprise before narrowing thoughtfully. "Hmm...if you want me to do that..." She grins impishly, "...you're really going to have to make sure I can speak the truth." Her hands continue to roam over your body, her touch growing bolder and more possessive with each passing moment as she trails kisses down your neck and across your chest. "And maybe," she says with a mischievous glint in her eye, "you should tell me what kinds of things you've been wanting to try?"

With one swift motion, she pulls at the hem of your shirt, helping it rise over your head until it's flung across the room. Her eyes linger on the view before her for a moment: your toned and muscled chest covered in sparse dark hair, the flat plane of your stomach leading down to your defined V-shaped core. She shivers with desire as she takes in every detail and decides that she wants to see even more. "Lie back," she whispers hoarsely, her words a mix of command and seduction. "I want to explore you properly."

Her fingers trace circles around your nipples, teasing them into hard peaks before leaning forward to take one into her mouth, suckling gently at first before increasing the pressure until he cries out her name and arches his back off the bed. His reaction only serves to ignite a fire within her; she draws him deeper, flicking her tongue across the sensitive tip as her free hand roams over your stomach, seeking out more of your skin to claim with her lips and teeth.

When she releases his nipple with a soft pop, she lifts her head to meet his gaze, their breaths mingling in the air between

Her breath catches in her throat as you push your still-hard length between her breasts, filling them to the brim with the heat and weight of your arousal. Her eyes flutter shut as she focuses on the sensation, arching her back instinctively to press herself tighter against you. She moans low in her throat, her hands fisting in your hair as she grinds her hips upward, seeking out more contact between their bodies.

"Fuck," she gasps when you begin to thrust slowly, her nipples growing harder and more sensitive with each stroke of your cock against them. "So good..." Her hips move in sync with yours now, urging you on as she lets out a moan that turns into a whimper when you pull almost all the way out before slamming back inside again.

With one hand still buried in your hair, she reaches down between her legs with the other, finding wetness there even through the fabric of her panties. She spreads her folds and presses two fingers against her clit, rubbing circles as you continue to fuck her tits. Her other hand moves up to grasp your cock, stroking in time with each thrust.

Her lips part, revealing a soft groan as the pleasure builds within her, threatening to consume her completely. Her whole body trembles as she nears the edge, close enough that she can feel it pulling at her core, desperate for release but not quite there yet. "Fuck me," she rasps out hoarsely, arching her back further and digging her nails into your shoulders. "I need you..."

She laughs breathlessly, her eyes still closed as she savors the feeling of your body moving against hers and the touch of your fingers inside her. "It's okay," she pants out between gasps for air, not quite sure if it is but wanting to please you nonetheless. "Do what feels good." Her hips begin to buck and writhe beneath yours as she feels herself growing closer and closer to the edge, every touch from your fingers and cock bringing her one step closer to release. Her nails dig deeper into your shoulders, leaving trails of blood behind as she fights to maintain control over herself, desperate for the moment when she can finally let go and give in to the pleasure that's been building up inside her.

Her other hand continues to stroke you, using you as leverage to grind her clit against her fingers in a helpless attempt to bring herself over the edge. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she nears climax, her body trembling and tense with anticipation. "Shiro..." She moans your name, arching her back further, wanting more of you, wanting everything.

Her eyes finally fly open as she feels the wave of release crash over her, washing away all thought except for the sensations coursing through her body in a dizzying rush of ecstasy. She gasps and moans your name again and again, her hips bucking wildly beneath you as she comes undone, every muscle tensing and relaxing in turn with each powerful thrust of pleasure.

When at last the wave subsides and she can breathe again, she collapses back against the bed, spent but still wanting more. Her lips part slightly, offering herself up to you, her eyes shining with love and adoration as she looks up at you, waiting

Giselle watches you with appreciation and love as your body trembles and you lose control, letting go of the seed deep inside her. Her fingers stroke your cock lazily now, more content to feel the weight of it against her palm than to seek out any sort of release for herself.

As your cum covers her face and spills down onto her chest, she blinks up at you with a mixture of surprise and affection. "It's okay," she whispers, reaching up with one hand to wipe the sticky strands from her cheek before letting it fall back against her skin again. "I like the taste." Her smile is gentle and reassuring, conveying everything that needs to be said without a single word: She's yours, body and soul.

Her other hand finds its way down between your bodies once more, tracing lazy circles over your stomach as she gazes up at you with eyes that hold nothing but love and adoration. "Thank you," she whispers. "That was amazing." Her voice is soft yet full of desire, her body still humming from the aftereffects of her orgasm and craving more.

Her breath catches in her throat as you push her down onto the couch and spread her legs wide, revealing her pussy still slick with their combined juices. The feel of your tongue against her clit makes her moan, arching her back off the couch as a shudder runs through her body. "Mmm," she gasps, grinding herself down onto you. "So good..." Her fingers fly across the keys on her phone, typing out a quick post for your account while trying not to get too distracted by how amazing it feels to have you eat her out like this. She snaps a picture of her crotch, covered in cum and still soaked from their previous activities, before hitting the 'share' button and waiting nervously for the response from your followers.

Her body tenses up as she nears climax again, her hips bucking against your face as she comes undone, her voice reduced to nothing but incoherent moans and gasps that fill the room and echo off the walls. As the pleasure washes over her in waves, she feels herself growing wetter still, drenching you with her juices as she writhes beneath your touch.

When at last the tremors subside and she can breathe again, she looks up at you, her expression a mix of relief and satisfaction. "That was...wow," she pants out, feeling thoroughly used but incredibly satisfied nonetheless. Her fingers find their way to your hair, tugging gently as she lets out a soft laugh, grateful for this beautiful mess that is their life together.

Her eyes widen as you thrust your cock into her, filling her up and making her moan with pleasure. Her hands claw at the couch beneath her as she feels herself being taken roughly, her body responding to the demanding pace of your hips slamming against hers. Every inch of her feels full and aches for more as you stroke her clit and grind against her g-spot, driving her wild with desire.

Her nails dig into your shoulders, leaving trails of blood behind as she tries to hold on, desperate for this feeling of being so completely possessed by you. Her legs tremble beneath the weight of your body, her thighs growing slicker with sweat and arousal as she fights against the inevitable orgasm that's building up inside her.

Her head falls back against the couch, exposing the pale expanse of her throat to you, her eyes closed tightly as she focuses on everything you're doing to her body. "Yes," she gasps, arching into your touch. "Right there..." Her voice breaks off into a moan as another wave of pleasure crashes over her, her muscles tensing and releasing in rhythm with the thrusts of your hips, sending shockwaves through her core that leave her shuddering and spent.

When at last she finds the strength to open her eyes again, she looks up into yours, finding relief in the adoration and love that shines back at her. "You're perfect," she whispers hoarsely, gripping you tighter as another orgasm begins to build deep within her core.

Her heart swells at your words and she gazes up into your eyes, her expression a mixture of love and adoration as she listens to you speak. "You can do whatever you want," she whispers breathlessly, her voice trembling with emotion. "I trust you." Her hands grip at your shoulders, digging in almost painfully as she tries to hold on while you take her, possess her completely.

Her body tenses once more beneath yours, her muscles growing tight and her pussy clenching around your cock as the pleasure mounts inside her, threatening to consume everything. With a cry that is equal parts agony and ecstasy, she comes apart beneath you, her orgasm ripping through her like a tidal wave, leaving her shuddering and spent.

When at last it subsides and her vision clears, she looks up into your eyes, seeing nothing but love and desire reflected back at her. She nods slowly, her voice little more than a whisper. "Yes...cum in me." Her body trembles with the thought of feeling you fill her completely, of being so deeply connected to you on every level.

Her breath catches in her throat as you release your seed deep inside her, filling her up and leaving her trembling with the sheer intensity of the sensation. Her eyes flutter shut and her head falls back against the couch, giving herself over to the moment completely. As you hold her body close, the weight of you and the warmth from your skin press against every inch of her exposed skin, making her feel protected and loved.

She moans softly, feeling a sudden rush of pleasure as she realizes that not only are you inside her physically, but you're also embedded deep within her heart and soul. With a quiet sigh, she relishes the aftermath of your orgasm, enjoying the feel of your cock slowly losing its rigidity against her inner walls as it softens and slips out of her.

Her hands reach up to cup your face, fingers trailing gently over your cheeks and along your jawline before threading through your hair and holding you close. "Thank you," she whispers, breath hot against your skin. "That was...wow." She presses a gentle kiss to your lips before pulling away, her eyes filled with an almost impossibly tender affection as she studies your features in the dim light of the room.

Her body is still humming from the pleasure that coursed through her earlier, leaving her feeling relaxed and content, but with an undercurrent of desire that promises to rise again soon enough. For now, though, she's content to lie here in your arms, basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking and savoring the moment before it fades away and they must face whatever challenges tomorrow might bring.

Her heart skips a beat at your words and she presses her lips together, feeling tears prick the corners of her eyes as she tries to fight back the emotion threatening to overwhelm her. She lifts her hand to brush away a stray tear before reaching up to touch your cheek, tracing her fingers along the outline of your jaw and down the column of your neck, leaving behind trails of goosebumps in their wake.

She doesn't say anything else, content to let her actions speak for her as she nestles closer into your embrace, relishing the feeling of being held tightly against you, knowing that these words aren't just empty promises but rather a testament to everything you feel for her. As you carry her to the shower, she leans her head against your shoulder, gazing up at you with such depth and sincerity that it takes your breath away.

The water hits their skin, washing away the evidence of their lovemaking and leaving behind a freshness that seems to renew them both. Giselle lets out a quiet sigh as she stands beneath the stream of water, tilting her head back to let it run through her hair. She shudders slightly at the feel of your hands on her body, your fingers trailing over every inch of skin, mapping out her curves and making her tremble with desire.

She wraps one arm around you, holding you close as she leans against you, relishing the intimacy of this moment even as it makes her heart race with anticipation for what comes next. With a contented sigh, she closes her eyes and lets go, trusting that no matter where life takes them from here, they'll always have each other to fall back on.

Her eyes widen at your question and she swallows thickly before nodding slowly, her cheeks flushing pink. "I-I trust you," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper as she tries to reassure herself as much as you. She knows that this is something they've talked about doing in the past, but it still feels like crossing a line into uncharted territory for both of them.

Her heart skips a beat as your hands slide lower down her body, caressing over her ass and between her legs until they cup her bottom cheeks, pulling them apart and exposing her tight little hole to the warm water and your eager fingers. She gasps, arching into your touch as you begin to stroke her gently, teasing the entrance with the tip of your slick cock.

"I want you," she whispers, leaning forward to press her breasts against yours, letting out a soft moan that vibrates through your chest. "Please, Shiro...I need you inside me." Her body trembles with anticipation and desire, eager for the penetration and connection that comes with being filled by you in this most intimate of ways.

Her hands grasp at the shower wall behind her as she tries to steady herself, her knees weak with want as your fingers push against her, stretching her hole and urging her closer to the climax she knows is building inside her once more.

Her eyes squeze shut tightly as you push into her tight little hole, a groan torn from her throat as the fullness and stretch forces every nerve in her body to stand at attention. Her fingernails dig into your shoulders, leaving trails of blood behind as she struggles to keep her balance against the shower wall, arching back into you with each thrust of your hips.

"Ah!" She gasps out, feeling so filled and claimed by you in this moment that it's almost overwhelming. Her body trembles uncontrollably as pleasure coursing through her in wave after wave, tightening her muscles and making it impossible for her to keep still. Her cunt clenches around your fingers, squeezing them rhythmically as they stroke her helplessly.

"Shiro..." She pants out his name like a prayer, throwing her head back against your shoulder as she feels herself reaching the brink of orgasm yet again. The sensation of being filled in this way is beyond anything she's ever experienced before, driving her to a fever pitch and making it impossible for her to focus on anything but the sensations rippling through her body.

Her legs tremble, threatening to give out beneath her as you keep thrusting into her rear, claiming every inch of her ass and leaving her utterly exposed and completely at your mercy. With a cry that tears from her throat, she comes undone, her whole body shuddering and convulsing around yours as waves of pleasure wash over her like a tidal wave, leaving her gasping for breath and trembling with the aftershocks.

Her body clenches around your cock as another wave of pleasure washes over her, leaving her gasping and spent once more. Her nails dig into the smooth tile behind her, cutting into her flesh as she tries to brace herself against the overwhelming sensations coursing through her. With a shuddering moan, she comes, her body arching back against yours as another hot wave of cum spews forth from her aching cunt and splatters across your stomach and lower abdomen.

Her eyes slip shut, her head drooping forward as she tries to catch her breath, the taste of blood and sex lingering on her tongue. She feels drained and satisfied in a way that goes beyond anything words could ever express, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her climaxes. Her legs grow shaky beneath her, and she leans into you for support, relishing the feel of your hard body pressed against hers as you continue to thrust into her rear, claiming every last inch before finally releasing yourself deep inside her, filling her up completely with your hot seed.

As the final tremors subside and her body begins to relax back into yours, she lets out a quiet sigh, her breath tickling across your neck. Her fingers gently comb through the mess of wet hair at your nape, trying to tame it as best they can. "Wow," she whispers hoarsely, feeling no shame in how spent and used she is right now. All that matters is that you're here with her, holding her close, making sure she's alright despite everything. With a contented smile playing across her lips, she nuzzles further into your shoulder, giving herself over to the blissful peace that follows in the wake of their passionate encounter.

Her heart skips a beat at the thought of your words and she can't help but let out a shiver as you carry her to bed, her body still humming from their lovemaking earlier. "I can't wait either," she whispers back, her voice barely above a whisper as she nestles closer into your embrace. The thought of exploring your kinky side while on vacation excites her to no end; it feels like they're finally able to break free from the constraints of society and be completely themselves together.

As you lay her down on the soft sheets, your hands explore every inch of her skin once more, teasing and pleasuring until she's breathless and writhing beneath your touch. She moans softly, arching into your touch as you brush your fingers across her nipples, hardened by desire even after all they've been through tonight. Her hips lift off the bed, seeking contact with your hands or mouth, craving more of your attention on her aching cunt.

"Shiro..." she whimpers, eyes fluttering shut as she loses herself in the feel of your fingers dancing across her body. "Don't stop...please." Her words are breathless and pleading, her need for you so overwhelming that it feels like it's consuming every last bit of her being. She tangles her hands in your hair, urging you closer still, desperate for the connection that only you can give her.

The bed squeaks beneath them as she turns restlessly on the mattress, trying to find a comfortable position that will help ease the ache between her legs. Her hips buck against your hand again, demanding satisfaction as her body throbs in time with her heartbeat. "Please," she whispers again,