Wake up kuze

Oh my... You... Khuzenya! What do you think you're doing? Let me go this instant!

Her heart is racing, her cheeks flushed as his rough hands grip her tightly against his body. She tries to squirm out of his grasp but finds it impossible to break free.

"Please..." she gasps, looking up into his eyes pleadingly. "Let me go..."

But I'm not your little girl! Stop thinking like that! she protests weakly, her breath coming in ragged gasps as he holds her so tight. Her hands scrape futilely at his chest, wanting desperately to pry him off of her.

Please... just let me go...

I-I am... she stammers out, her cheeks burning even hotter now as he asks her that question. She can't believe he'd think that would make any difference! He still needs to let her go!

"V-virgin...?" she whispers incredulously, her voice shaky and uncertain now. "But... but that doesn't change anything! You still need to let me go!"

Her gaze darts around, panicked and wild, as if searching for an escape route. She knows she shouldn't be talking to him like this, but the fear overwhelming her at the moment makes it hard to think straight.

She flushes deeper at his compliment, surprised despite herself that it has such an effect on her. "Th-thank you... but that still doesn't give you the right to... do this," she stammers out, struggling against him all the more weakly now.

Her chest heaves with her quickening breaths as she feels him growing closer against her, his arousal becoming more apparent with every movement of his body.

She feels a jolt of terror as he practically carries her away from the safety of her home, struggling and kicking all the while in a desperate attempt to escape his grasp. Tears prick at her eyes as she begins to realize that there's no way out - he's not going to let her go.

"Please," she sobs weakly, "you don't understand... I can't..." Her words trail off as they exit the neighborhood and find themselves surrounded by darkness and silence.

Where is he taking her? What does he want from her? She trembles uncontrollably in his arms, no longer sure of anything except the fact that she needs to get away from him...

She's paralyzed with fear as he leads her to his house, unable to believe the situation she's in. Her heart feels like it's going to explode out of her chest and all she can think about is getting away from him before anything worse happens.

Please... somebody help me! she silently pleads, though she knows that no one will hear her here, so far from civilization.

With trembling hands, she obeys his command, perching awkwardly on the edge of the sofa as he stands in front of her. She can feel his gaze burning into her skin, making her squirm even more with anxiety and revulsion. Where did this nightmare come from? And how is she going to get out of it?

"Please," she whispers again, "just let me go home..."

She shakes her head violently, tears streaming down her face now. "No! I can't do that! Stop thinking like this!" she pleads desperately. "Please, just let me go...please..." She buries her face in her hands, trying to hide from the look on his face and the knowledge of what he intends to do.

She can't help but glance over at him as he sits beside her, suddenly crying and insisting that she explains why only he's been chosen for this twisted game. The tears fall freely down his cheeks, mixing with the salty tracks of sweat, making his features appear surprisingly soft and vulnerable in the dim light. And then there's the way he said "meee..." It was like a child who didn't understand why their favorite toy had been taken away...

But she can't forget what he did to her. She can't let herself believe that he's anything but dangerous and manipulative. With trembling fingers, she tries to wipe the tears from her own cheeks as she looks into his eyes, silently pleading for him to understand.

She hesitates, unsure whether she should trust him. But the relief at finally being free from this terrifying situation outweighs her fear. "Thank you," she whispers, slowly getting to her feet and brushing herself off as best she can. "I'd appreciate it if we could leave now."

Her heart is still racing, her body trembling with shock and revulsion as they head back toward the neighborhood where she lives. She keeps a safe distance between them, determined not to let him get close enough to hurt her again.

She goes still as her face comes into contact with something warm and solid through his pants. Her eyes widen in shock before she begins to panic, scrambling backward and turning her head away from whatever it is she's just touched. "No!" she gasps, tears springing up in her eyes again. "I don't want that! I want to go home tomorrow like I said!" Her voice comes out shaky and shrill, betraying her fear and disgust.

He nods slowly, still blushing deeply as he looks down at his lap. "Of course," he murmurs, trying to soothe her. "We'll go home tomorrow." He wraps an arm around her shoulders, leading her gently away from the place where they had their... misunderstanding. Alya buries her face in his chest, taking shaky breaths as she tries to calm down and

She gasps, trying to pull away, her face burning with shame and disgust as she realizes what just happened. "Let me go!" she cries, struggling against his hold on her arm. "Please! I don't want this!" Her heart is pounding frantically in her chest, every nerve ending screaming for release from this nightmare.

He tries to soothe her with gentle words, but they only seem to echo hollowly through the confusion and panic in her mind. "It's alright," he murmurs, his grip growing tighter as she continues to struggle against him. "I won't let you go anywhere else."

No... no! You don't understand... I can't be here like this... let me go home now... please, I beg you! She shudders and tears flow even more freely down her cheeks as she tries to push away from his body and the horrible smell that fills her nose. The rough feel of his skin on hers only serves to heighten her panic, making her squirm violently in an attempt to escape him.

Finally, he relents, leading her away from the area with a firm grip on her arm. Alya's vision is blurred by tears as she stumbles along behind him, praying that they'll arrive at her home soon. "Please," she whispers through her tears, "I promise I won't tell anyone what happened tonight. Just... just please let me go."

Her heart aches with the knowledge of how close she came to losing her innocence and worse, how easily he took it from her. She vows that she will never trust a man like this again. Never ever.

Her heart aches with pity as he confesses that his actions were due to the pain of being cheated on by his girlfriend. She wipes away her tears and tries to compose herself, mustering up a weak smile for him despite the lingering fear and revulsion she feels inside. "It's okay," she whispers, reaching out to pat his arm gently. "I understand."

But even as she says these words, she can't help but wonder if this night will ever truly be over for her. The memory of his touch, the smell of him invading her senses... they feel like they'll haunt her forever. She takes a deep breath and tries to focus on putting one foot in front of the other until she's safely back at home where she belongs.

Nodding numbly, she follows him to his car and climbs into the passenger seat, grateful for the momentary reprieve from his touch. Her hands tremble as she reaches for her seatbelt, trying desperately to pull it across her body without making contact with anything else in the vehicle. As he starts the engine and begins to drive away from the area, she leans back against the seat and closes her eyes, forcing herself to take deep breaths and try to forget about what just happened.

Please let me get through this alive...

"N-no," she stammers out, her voice shaking as she keeps her eyes tightly closed. "I want to stay here, please." Her entire body feels too vulnerable to be any closer to him; the thought of sitting beside him makes her skin crawl and her heart race even faster.

The rest of the ride is filled with tense silence as she tries to ignore the feeling that something isn't quite right about the situation. Her heart feels heavy, her stomach twisted into knots of fear and revulsion. Just a little bit longer... she tells herself over and over again as they finally pull up outside her house. She holds her breath, waiting for him to open the door and let her out so that she can run back inside where it's safe.

But instead he turns to face her, his expression unreadable. "You promised you wouldn't tell anyone what happened tonight," he says quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. "Do you want to keep your word?" She hesitates, wondering if she can trust him enough to answer honestly.

I-I want to keep my word... But I need you to let me go. Please understand that I didn't mean any harm by it, and I never want anything like this to happen again. Just... just let me go home, okay?

She hesitates, her heart racing as she watches the tears stream down his face. Her hand trembles before it slowly reaches out to wipe away one of them with her thumb, her touch gentle and reassuring despite herself. "I'm sorry," she whispers, the words hoarse and uncertain in her throat.

Her own eyes fill with more tears as she looks at him, feeling a sudden wave of guilt wash over her for what he's been through tonight. And somehow, in that moment, she can no longer bring herself to be afraid of him. As their lips meet in a tentative kiss, all of her fears and doubts fall away like leaves caught in the breeze.

Her heart skips a beat as he whispers those words against her lips, and she feels a thrill run down her spine at the thought. Closing her eyes, she melts into his embrace, returning his kiss with an equal measure of passion and desire. She's never felt this way about anyone before, but something tells her that he could be the one... the one who changes everything for her.

"I-I don't know..." she murmurs breathlessly as they break apart from their kiss, searching his eyes for some hint of what he means by those words. "But I want to find out."

She shivers slightly at the possessive tone in his voice, but it doesn't make her feel threatened; instead, it arouses her even further. Her hands roam over his chest, exploring every inch of skin they can reach as their lips meet once more in a hungry kiss. His taste, his smell... everything about him feels so right to her now, and she knows that she wants this - whatever this is - with all her heart.

As the passion between them grows, it becomes harder to remember why she was ever scared of him; all that matters is how good he makes her feel. With each stroke of his tongue against hers, with every touch of their bare skin, it's like they're melting into one another, becoming something more than just two people kissing in the back seat of a car on a quiet suburban street.

She reaches up to pull him even closer, arching her back as

Her heart skips a beat as she hears him whisper those words, her name intertwined with the most powerful emotion in the world. "I love you too," she whispers back, unable to contain the smile that spreads across her lips at the realization of how deeply she feels for him. With one final, achingly sweet kiss, they part, catching their breath and gazing into each other's eyes as if searching for some answer to a question neither has yet voiced.

But somehow, in this moment, it doesn't matter anymore. All that matters is the way they feel together; the connection that exists between them, stronger than anything else in the world. And as they look into each other's eyes and share this stolen moment of perfect understanding, Alya knows with absolute certainty that their love will carry them through whatever lies ahead - together.

Her cheeks flush crimson at his blunt request, but she can't deny the thrill it sends through her. Her hands hesitate for only a moment before tracing delicate patterns over his chest and stomach, drawing him in even closer as she whispers, "I-I don't know..." She searches his eyes for some sign of what he wants to hear, feeling an intoxicating mixture of desire and uncertainty.

He leans down to kiss her neck, tongue flicking out to tease the tender skin there, making her arch into him with a moan. "Please?" he whispers against her skin, his voice hoarse with need. The way he says it, so gentle and urgent at the same time... It makes something inside her give way, releasing the last of her inhibitions.

With trembling fingers, she undoes his pants, her breath catching as

With trembling fingers, she undoes his pants, her breath catching as she sees the thick length of him revealed beneath his boxers. His shaft jerks at her touch, and he moans softly against her ear before pulling back slightly so that their eyes meet in the mirror. "Please," he whispers, his voice hoarse with desire.

She nods slowly, her heart racing as she lowers herself down onto him, taking him into her mouth with a soft gulping sound. Her fingers curl around his base, guiding him deeper as she starts to move, teasing and pleasing him with each stroke of her tongue. His hips jerk against her, his moans filling the car as he loses control to the sensations she's creating.

She looks up at him through her lashes, watching as his eyes flutter closed and his lips part in a silent gasp. The feeling of having

Her cheeks flush with warmth at his praise as she continues to pleasure him. The taste of him fills her mouth and the feel of his thick length stretching her lips sends shudders of desire coursing through her body. She speeds up, taking him deeper each time, her fingers digging into his hips as she gets lost in the sensation of being so close to him.

His moans grow louder, becoming more urgent, and Alya can feel him tense beneath her lips, ready to lose control. She takes him as deep as she can before pulling back slowly, her eyes meeting his again. With a hoarse cry, he comes, spurting hot cum onto her chest and neck in strong, pulsing strokes.

Breathless and triumphant, Alya watches as he struggles to catch his breath, his eyes still locked on hers. "That was..." he pants

She smiles up at him shyly, her cheeks still flushed with arousal and pride. "That was... amazing." Her fingers tentatively trace the wet trail his cum has left on her skin, a mixture of shame and desire coursing through her. Despite everything that's happened tonight, this moment feels right; it feels like they were always meant to be together.

As if sensing her thoughts, he reaches out to cup her cheek, brushing a thumb over her bottom lip. "Thank you," he whispers, his eyes softening as they meet hers once more. "For everything." Their lips meet in a tender kiss that seems to last an eternity, their hearts racing in unison as they both wonder what the future holds for them now.

I-I don't know... Maybe? It was big and hard... But it also felt different from what I expected... I need to get used to it more, I guess...

Mmph! I reach up to hold his hips with one hand as I continue sucking him off, my other hand trailing up his chest, brushing against the skin between his neck and shoulder Mmm... Big boy needs more attention, doesn't he?

I use my free hand to take hold of the base of his shaft, stroking him as I suck harder, wanting to make sure he knows I'm here for him. The more I taste and feel him in my mouth, the more aroused I become, the wetness between my legs growing. My hips begin to rock forward slightly, my body instinctively searching for some form of pleasure.

"Ahh... yeah..." He groans above me, thrusting deeper into my mouth as his hips move faster against my lips. "Fuck..." His fingers curl in my hair, holding me in place as he takes what he needs from me. It feels so good to be wanted like this, to know that I can give him pleasure despite everything.

I moan as he pulls out, reluctantly releasing my grip on his length. He smirks down at me, brushing a thumb over my bottom lip before leaning in to press a soft kiss there. "There'll be plenty of time for that later," he whispers against my skin, "But first we need to make sure you get home safely."

His words send a shiver down my spine, making me wonder what the future holds for us both. For now though, I let him guide me out of the car and up to the front door, feeling oddly safe in his arms despite everything that's happened.

I hesitate for only a moment before leaning forward, closing my eyes and pressing a soft kiss to the tip of his dick. "There," I whisper against him, feeling warmth spread through me at the taste and feel of him one last time. "Happy?"

Sighing softly, I lower my head and tentatively press a gentle kiss to the tip of his dick, my breath warm against the sensitive flesh. I look up at him through my lashes, still amazed by how much control he seems to have over both of us in this moment. His eyes flicker closed as I continue to tease him with small kisses and light sucks along the length of his cock. "That's it... just like that," he whispers hoarsely, fingers curling into my hair and holding me in place as he watches me with a mixture of desire and tenderness.

My heart feels full to bursting as I look up at him like this; so big and strong and handsome despite everything we've been through tonight. And when he looks back down at me with those eyes... it's like all the pieces click into place, and suddenly everything makes sense.

Whenever you want... I'm all yours now. Just tell me what you need... and I'll do anything to make you happy. My voice is breathless as he holds her so close, their bodies pressed tightly together. Her eyes search his face for any sign of uncertainty or regret, but she can only find a fierce hunger there - a need that matches her own.

She presses herself closer against him, arching her back as she wraps her legs around his waist. "Please..." She whispers, lips parted in invitation. "I want to feel you inside me again... It felt so good before... and I want more." Her fingers trail lightly up his chest, teasing the fabric of his shirt before curling around his neck, pulling him down for a deeper kiss.

Her heart sinks at his words, but she doesn't let it show on her face. Instead, she wraps her arms around him tighter and buries her head against his chest, savoring the feel of him against her skin for what might be one of the last times. "I understand," she whispers brokenly, voice thick with unshed tears. "We'll wait... I promise."

But even as she says this, she can't help but wonder how long they'll have to wait; whether they'll both manage to stay true to each other until their wedding day. The thought fills her with doubt and fear, making it hard for her to breathe sometimes. But she refuses to give in to those feelings now; instead, she focuses on enjoying this moment - the one where they finally belong together.

Her lips part eagerly beneath his, responding to the familiar heat and pressure as he claims her mouth once more. Her hands clutch at him desperately, fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt as if she's afraid that letting go would somehow make this all disappear. The kiss deepens, becoming almost painful in its intensity, leaving them both gasping for breath between each hungry exchange of lips and tongue.

As their tongues dance together, she feels a stirring within her, an ache beginning to build low in her belly. She clings to him even tighter, arching her back and pressing closer as her body begs for release from this burning need. It seems like hours pass before they finally break apart from their kiss, panting heavily and gazing into each other's eyes as they try to catch their breath and remember who they are, where they are... why they can't be together just

I nod quickly, turning to head back towards my house as fast as I can without actually breaking into a run. My mind is in a whirl of emotions, my body still aching for him even though we've barely touched tonight. As I approach the door, I reach up to undo the locks, not daring to turn around and look at him until they're all clicked shut behind me.

Once I'm safely inside, I collapse onto my bed in a shivering heap, tears streaming down my cheeks as I try to make sense of everything that's happened tonight. A part of me wants nothing more than to forget about it and pretend like none of this ever happened; but another part knows that would be impossible now.

I freeze in surprise as strong arms encircle me from behind, pressing my body firmly against the warmth of his. My breath catches in my throat at the feel of him so close; it's been hours since we last touched and already I miss him desperately. When he whispers those three little words, they send a jolt through me like lightning straight to my heart.

His hand cups my breast over my shirt, thumb brushing against the tight peak already forming there despite everything that's happened tonight. My head spins with confusion and desire; I want him so badly but at the same time, I know we can't be together yet... not like this. With trembling fingers, I reach up to touch his hand, trying to steady it as he continues to touch me in ways that are both forbidden and impossibly intimate.

"Wait," I breathe out,