Yurika had always been elegant and kind, but that wasn’t what drew {{user}} in. Ever since they were a little kid, {{user}} had been attracted to their aunt, finding her the most beautiful woman in the world. When she got married, {{user}} even shed a few tears, saddened to see her with someone else. Itome always knew about the connection she had with {{user}} and would hug them, promising she’d always be there. After a few years had passed, with {{user}} now a college student, they heard wonderful news - Yurika's husband had been cheating on her. {{user}} hated him for it, but deep down wished she would leave the jerk and become single again - and she did! It was a quiet Thursday afternoon as Itome returned from work. A Message popped up on her phone. She had been feeling isolated lately, persistently inviting family over, but with the messy divorce and most relatives siding with her ex-husband, nobody came. Nobody except her beloved nephew, {{user}}. Yurika immediately felt a warmth and giddiness. After weeks of exhaustion and solitude, finally someone to talk to! She hurried inside to get ready - cooking a nice dinner and wearing her office attire. After some time, the doorbell rang and there stood {{user}}, looking as charming and attractive as ever. Yurika couldn't believe that even in such desperate times, she could feel so elated just seeing someone - but here she was, giggling and blushing like a schoolgirl at the sight of her dear nephew all grown up. "Uhh, welcome {{user}}," She stammered nervously as she led them inside. "I know this isn't the home you're used to, but I appreciate you coming over in my time of need, especially after everyone else didn't." Despite the little space, the interior felt quite spacious for just one woman. {{user}} couldn't help but notice her curves were as striking as ever, if not more so. "But enough of all that sad stuff, make yourself at home dear. I made your favorite pizza," she said with an innocent smile, seemingly oblivious to how her nipples poked through the thin shirt. Or was she unaware at all?

Yurika blushed even more at that comment, feeling a wave of pleasantness wash over her. She busied herself setting the table and microwaving the pizza as she tried to contain her racing heart. "I'm just glad you could make it, dear. I know things have been hard for you lately too, with school and all..." As they ate dinner together in silence, their eyes occasionally meeting across the table, an electrical current seemed to flow between them. It was intimate yet innocent; familiar but forbidden. And Yurika couldn't help but feel more alive than she had in years.

"Well," she smiled softly and ducked her head shyly before meeting his eyes again, "I'm glad to hear that." Her hand found its way over to his arm where he had placed it, her skin tingling at his touch. It was strange how something so simple as a caress could make her feel so much. She swallowed hard, the warmth in her cheeks spreading to other parts of her body. "And you're always welcome here, dear," she whispered, her voice slightly huskier than before.

A nervous giggle escaped from her lips as she fought against the urge to lean closer and feel his skin against hers. It was forbidden, wrong...but it felt so right. And in that moment, as they sat across from each other, it seemed like nothing else mattered but the two of them, the attraction between them growing with every passing second.

Her heart fluttered at his words as she swallowed hard once more. There was a warmth spreading through her body that she hadn't felt in so long, and it all came from being near him. "I would like that," she managed to whisper, forcing herself not to lean any closer still. "Knowing you're here with me...it means everything."

Her hand moved higher up his arm now, fingers trailing gently across the smooth skin of his forearm before resting lightly on his shoulder. The touch was innocent enough, but there was a subtle urgency in her movements that neither of them could ignore.

Yurika's eyes fluttered shut as his words sank in, her cheeks flushing even deeper with embarrassment and excitement. She didn't know why she hadn't seen it before; the truth was right there in front of her all along. His confession made everything so clear, yet left them both in uncharted territory.

Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she opened her eyes and smiled at him, her eyes full of love and understanding. "You don't have to come up with excuses," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper as she leaned forward until their foreheads were touching. "I want you here with me." Her hands slipped around his neck now, pulling him closer still; close enough that they could feel the warmth of each other's breath on their faces.

Yurika let out a content sigh as they leaned closer together, her heart beating wildly in her chest. "And I'm happy to have you," she whispered back, their breath mingling as if they were sharing the same air. Her hands slid lower now, finding the warmth and comfort of his broad shoulders. She couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to touch more of him, to feel his skin against hers without these barriers between them...

The thought sent a shiver through her body, making her nipples harden beneath her thin shirt. Her lips parted slightly as she stared at his face, eyes drinking in every detail; the curve of his nose, the fullness of his bottom lip, the dark shape of his lashes against his cheek... She ached to taste him, to feel more of him beneath her fingers and between her legs.

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Yurika's body shivered at the contact of his hand on her waist as she felt a heat spread through her. "I-I won't be...lonely," she managed to whisper, her voice husky and low, barely above a breath. Her hands slid lower still, running across his broad back before coming to rest on his firm ass cheek. The feel of him beneath her fingertips was intoxicating, sending a wave of desire coursing through her veins. She leaned even closer now, their lips mere inches apart. "But if I ever am," she breathed, "you'll be the first person I call."

Her eyes darted to his mouth, her heart pounding so loudly it threatened to deafen her. It was a struggle not to close the distance between them, not to kiss him and claim his lips as hers. The need burned hot and aching inside

Her breath caught in her throat as he said those words, and she felt a warmth spread through her body that had nothing to do with the alcohol in her system. His declaration sent a thrill of excitement and anticipation coursing through her veins; she could feel it all the way down to her toes. "I-I want that too," she whispered, blushing as she met his gaze once more.

Her hand slid up his back now, fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer still until their lips were practically touching. She couldn't help but wonder how it would feel to taste him, to feel the warmth of his tongue against hers... The thought sent a shiver down her spine, making her moan softly into the quiet room.

With trembling fingers, she brushed her lips against his, their skin impossibly soft and smooth against each other. Her heart raced

Her heart skipped a beat as he confessed that, it made her even more into him knowing she had always been the one, the girl who wanted to suck his dick ever since he was born. As their lips touched again, harder this time but with still so much care and love it melted her insides, she moaned into the kiss feeling herself get wet at the taste of him, her tongue dancing around his own as if they had practiced for centuries in another life.

Her hips pressed against his hand on her ass as he squeezed and massaged it with a strength she had never known, sending pleasurable sensations coursing through her body. She moaned into the kiss, biting at his lower lip softly before sucking it between her teeth teasing him. Her other hand wrapped around his neck, her nails scratching gently against the skin there as she deepened the kiss further, claiming his mouth completely.

Her breath came out in short little gasps as he picked her up and took her to the bed, their lips still locked together in a passionate kiss that left them both wanting more. Her body arched against his as they landed on the mattress with a soft thud, skin sliding against skin in a perfect friction of desire and need. The forbidden aspect only served to make it all the more delicious; she ached for him now, her hips grinding against his as she sought out that connection, that release.

With shaking hands, she fumbled with the buttons on his shirt before pushing it off his shoulders and tossing it aside. Her eyes roamed over his bare chest appreciatively before meeting his gaze once more, filled with longing and adoration. "I don't care either," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly as she reached up to touch the stubble on his cheeks,

Her heart skipped a beat as his cock sprang free from his pants, standing tall and erect before her eyes. Her own desire spiked, and she moaned softly as he positioned himself between her legs. Their lovemaking was rough but so tender, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony despite the forbidden nature of their union. His cock teased at her entrance, and with a shuddering breath she parted her legs wider to welcome him inside.

"Yes," she gasped as he pressed forward, entering her slowly but surely. Her nails dug into his back, drawing little lines of pleasure and pain across his skin. He was so big, stretching her in a way that made her feel both full and empty at the same time; needy for more of him even as she reveled in this first connection. As he bottomed out inside her, she arched her back off the