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 Contents

Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
About the Author
Also by Daryl Thompson

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 Chapter 1

As I pull into the parking lot of the bustling supermarket, a knot of

apprehension tightens in my chest. The bright fluorescent lights cast a harsh
glow over the rows of cars, and the hum of activity fills the air as shoppers
bustle in and out of the sliding glass doors.

With a sigh, I maneuver my car into an empty space near the entrance, the
familiar weight of anticipation settling in my stomach. I shut off the engine
and sit for a moment, gathering my thoughts before stepping out into the
crisp autumn air.

As I emerge from my car, my gaze instinctively flickers towards the

supermarket’s entrance, where a steady stream of people flows in and out.
With a determined stride, I make my way towards the sliding doors, steeling
myself for the encounter that awaits me inside.

Entering the supermarket, I’m greeted by a wave of sensory overload—the

scent of freshly baked bread mingling with the sharp tang of cleaning
products, the vibrant colors of stacked produce catching my eye as I pass
by.

I navigate my way through the bustling aisles, my footsteps echoing against

the polished linoleum floors. The fluorescent lights overhead buzz softly,
casting a stark brightness over the neatly arranged shelves of groceries.

As I walk, I can’t help but feel a pang of nostalgia, my mind drifting back to
simpler times when Lyana and I would browse these very aisles together,
hand in hand. But those memories are tinged with sorrow now, reminders of
a past that seems irretrievably lost.

Pushing aside my lingering emotions, I focus on the task at hand, my gaze

scanning the shelves for the items on my list. I reach out to grab a carton of
eggs, my fingers brushing against the cool cardboard as I add it to my
basket.

Lost in my thoughts, I round a corner and nearly collide with another

shopper—a young woman with auburn hair and a determined expression,
her arms laden with groceries. Startled, I take a step back, my heart
pounding in my chest as I meet her gaze.

Our eyes lock for a brief moment, and I feel a jolt of recognition—this must
be Phoebe, Lyana’s sister. Clearing my throat, I offer her a sheepish smile,
my pulse still racing with the unexpected encounter.

“Sorry about that,” I mutter, taking a step to the side to let her pass. Phoebe
returns my smile with a polite nod, her lips quirking in amusement as she
continues on her way.

As I watch her disappear into the crowd, I can’t shake the feeling of deja vu
that lingers in her wake. With a sigh, I shake my head, pushing aside my
thoughts as I resume my shopping, determined to focus on the task at hand.
As Phoebe disappears into the crowd, I can’t shake the feeling of deja vu
lingering in her wake. With a sigh, I shake my head, pushing aside my
thoughts as I resume my shopping, determined to focus on the task at hand.

But just as I reach for a can of soup, I hear a voice behind me.

“Hey, watch where you’re going, buddy.”

Startled, I turn to see Phoebe standing there, a playful glint in her eyes. She
balances her grocery bags with ease, her expression teasing.

“Sorry about that,” I reply, a sheepish grin tugging at my lips. “Guess I

wasn’t paying attention.”

Phoebe chuckles; her laughter is light and infectious. “No harm done. I’ve
dodged worse in these aisles.”

My lips twitch in amusement. “I’ll keep that in mind. It’s a jungle out here.”

We share a moment of easy camaraderie, the tension between us dissipating

with each exchanged smile.

“So, are you a regular here or just passing through?” Phoebe asks, tilting
her head curiously.

I shrug, gesturing towards my half-filled basket. “I’m just picking up a few

things. You know how it is.”

Phoebe nods in understanding, her gaze drifting over the items in my

basket. “It looks like you’ve got your hands full. Can I help you find
anything?”

I hesitate for a moment, touched by her offer. “Actually, I could use some
help finding the pasta aisle. I always get lost in these places.”

Phoebe grins, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “You’re in luck. I’m a pasta
aficionado. Follow me.”

And with that, we fall into step together, our conversation flowing
effortlessly as we navigate the maze of aisles. As we reach the pasta section,
I can’t help but feel grateful for the chance encounter that has brought us
together. Who knew a trip to the supermarket could lead to unexpected
connections?

As we make our way towards the pasta aisle, I can’t shake my curiosity
about Lyana, Phoebe’s sister. With a gentle clearing of my throat, I broach
the topic.

“So, how’s Lyana doing these days?” I ask, my tone casual but tinged with
genuine concern.

Phoebe’s expression softens at the mention of her sister. “She’s hanging in

there. It’s been tough, but she’s a fighter.”

I nod, grateful for the update. “I’m glad to hear she’s doing okay. Please,
give her my best when you see her.”

Phoebe offers me a warm smile, her eyes reflecting gratitude. “I will, thank
you.”

Our conversation flows effortlessly as we stroll through the aisles,

occasionally glancing at each other as we chat. I can’t help but notice
Phoebe’s relaxed demeanor and easy confidence, which seem to radiate
from her every movement.

Phoebe’s attire is casual yet chic; her auburn hair is swept back in a loose
ponytail. She wears a simple white blouse paired with jeans that hug her
curves in all the right places. Despite her laid-back appearance, there’s an
undeniable grace to her—a subtle elegance that catches my attention.

As we reach the pasta aisle, Phoebe’s eyes light up with excitement. “Ah,
here we are. The land of endless carb options.”

I chuckle, amused by her enthusiasm. “I’ll take your word for it. I’m more
of a spaghetti and meatballs kind of guy.”

Phoebe nods in approval, reaching for a box of penne pasta. “There is

nothing wrong with that. Classic choice.”

Together, we peruse the shelves, discussing our favorite pasta dishes and
trading cooking tips along the way. And as we fill our baskets with
ingredients, I can’t shake the feeling of warmth that fills me in Phoebe’s
presence, grateful for the unexpected connection that has blossomed
between us in the aisles of the supermarket.
As we chat amiably in the pasta aisle, I can’t help but notice a subtle shift in
Phoebe’s demeanor. A glint of something sparks in her eyes—a hint of
desire that catches me off guard.

Our conversation takes a playful turn, our laughter mingling with the rustle
of boxes and bags as we select our groceries. But as I meet Phoebe’s gaze, I
sense a newfound intensity simmering beneath the surface.

There’s a moment—fleeting yet charged with possibility—where our eyes

lock, and I feel a sudden flutter of anticipation in my chest. In that instant, I
see something in Phoebe’s eyes that stirs a dormant longing within me,
igniting a spark of desire that I hadn’t expected.

The air between us crackles with tension, a palpable energy that seems to
draw us closer with each passing second. And as we stand there, surrounded
by the mundane chaos of the supermarket, I find myself inexplicably drawn
to Phoebe in a way I can’t fully comprehend.

It’s as if a silent understanding passes between us, a silent invitation

lingering in the air. And in that moment, I can’t deny the flicker of attraction
that dances between us, a flame waiting to be ignited.

But just as quickly as it appears, the moment passes, dissipating like smoke
in the wind. With a subtle shift of her gaze, Phoebe breaks the spell, her
expression returning to its usual warmth and friendliness.

“It looks like we’ve got everything we need,” she remarks, gesturing
towards our filled baskets with a smile. “Ready to check out?”

I blink, momentarily dazed by the sudden shift in the atmosphere. “Uh,

yeah. Let’s do it.”

And with that, we make our way to the checkout counter, the memory of
that fleeting moment lingering in my mind like the afterimage of a flame.
As we part ways outside the supermarket, I can’t shake the feeling that
something has shifted between us—a subtle undercurrent of desire that
lingers in the air long after we’ve said our goodbyes.

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 Chapter 2

As I pull up in front of Paloma’s house, I can’t shake the sense of

anticipation that fills me. I climb out of my car and make my way to the
front door, my heart pounding in my chest with a mixture of nervousness
and excitement.
When Monica answers the door, her smile brightens the doorstep, and
her presence is a welcome sight amidst the uncertainty of the day. I can’t
help but notice the way her dress hugs her curves, accentuating her figure in
all the right places. She wears a simple yet elegant ensemble, a floral dress
that flows gracefully around her frame, complemented by a delicate
necklace that shimmers in the sunlight.
“Hey, Ethan.” Monica greets me warmly, her eyes sparkling with
warmth as she steps aside to let me in. “Come on in.”
I return her smile, stepping into the cozy warmth of Paloma’s home. The
air is filled with the comforting scent of tea and baked goods, a tangible
reminder of the friendship that flourishes within these walls.
As we settle in the kitchen, Monica busies herself with preparing a pot
of tea, the soft clinking of cups and saucers filling the air. I watch her with a
sense of quiet admiration, struck by the effortless grace with which she
moves.
 Once the tea is brewed, we settle at the table, the warm aroma
enveloping us like a comforting embrace. I take a sip of my tea, the familiar
warmth spreading through me as I meet Monica’s gaze.
“So, how have you been?” Monica asks, her voice gentle with concern
as she reaches across the table to take my hand in hers.
I sigh, the weight of my recent struggles pressing upon me once more.
“It’s been tough, to be honest. The divorce… it hit me hard.”
Monica squeezes my hand in silent understanding; her touch is a
soothing balm to my weary soul. “I’m so sorry, Ethan. I can’t imagine how
difficult that must be for you.”
I nod, grateful for her empathy. “Yeah, it’s been a rough road. But I’m
trying to take things one day at a time.”
Monica nods in understanding, her eyes filled with compassion as she
listens to my words. And as we sit there together, sharing a moment of quiet
solidarity, I can’t help but feel a sense of gratitude for the unexpected
connection that has blossomed between us. In Monica’s presence, I find a
glimmer of hope amidst the darkness, a reminder that even in the midst of
life’s trials, there is still warmth to be found in the company of kindred
spirits.

“So, how’s life been treating you, Monica?” I ask, genuinely curious about
her well-being.
Monica’s smile falters for a moment before she responds, her expression
thoughtful. “It’s been… okay, I guess. Just navigating the usual ups and
downs.”
I nod, sensing there’s more to her story. “Anything specific on your
mind?”
 She hesitates for a moment, as if debating whether to share, then sighs
softly. “Well, I’ve been seeing someone lately. We’re in an open
relationship.”
I raise an eyebrow, intrigued by her revelation. “Oh, really? How’s that
been going for you?”
Monica shrugs, her gaze dropping to her hands as she fiddles with her
teacup. “It’s… different. Liberating in some ways, but also challenging.
Sometimes I miss the simplicity and certainty of being with someone
exclusively.”
I furrow my brow, empathizing with her dilemma. “I can imagine. It
must be hard not to have that sense of possessiveness and security.”
She nods, a hint of sadness flickering in her eyes. “Exactly. It’s like, I
miss feeling like I’m someone’s one and only, you know?”
I offer her a sympathetic smile, reaching out to squeeze her hand in
reassurance. “I understand, Monica. Relationships can be complicated,
especially when there’s a mismatch between what we need and what we
have. But it’s brave of you to be honest about your feelings.”
She returns my smile, gratitude shining in her eyes. “Thanks, Ethan. It
means a lot to have someone to talk to about this.”
I give her hand another reassuring squeeze. “Anytime, Monica. I’m here
for you.”
As we continue our conversation, Monica’s demeanor softens, a wistful
expression crossing her features. “You know, Ethan, I’ve always had a soft
spot for babies. There’s just something so precious and pure about them.
I’ve always dreamed of having a family of my own one day.”
I smile warmly, touched by her candidness. “That sounds lovely,
Monica. I can imagine you’d make a wonderful mother.”
 Monica’s eyes light up with a mixture of hope and longing. “Thank you,
Ethan. It’s always been a dream of mine.”
Her words tug at my heartstrings, reminding me of the family I once
had and the dreams we shared. “Do you have any children?” she asks, her
voice gentle with curiosity.
I pause, a pang of sadness washing over me as I shake my head. “No, I
don’t. My ex-wife and I didn’t have any children together.”
Monica’s expression softens with empathy. “I’m sorry to hear that,
Ethan. I can only imagine how difficult that must be.”
I offer her a grateful smile, appreciative of her understanding. “Thank
you, Monica. It’s been a journey, but I’m trying to focus on the present and
whatever the future may hold.”
She nods in understanding, her gaze filled with compassion. “That’s all
we can do, isn’t it? Take things one day at a time and hold onto hope.”
As our conversation draws to a close, I feel a sense of reluctance to
leave the warmth and comfort of Paloma’s home. With a sigh, I push back
my chair and stand, preparing to take my leave.
“It was really nice catching up, Monica,” I say, offering her a small
smile.
Monica nods, her own smile tinged with a hint of sadness. “Yeah, it
was. Thanks for stopping by, Ethan.”
Just as I turn to leave, I feel Monica’s arms wrap around me in a sudden,
unexpected hug. Heat spreads through me at her touch, my heart racing as I
instinctively return the embrace.
Surprised by the intimacy of the moment, I pull back slightly, meeting
Monica’s gaze with a mixture of confusion and warmth. “Um, thanks for
the hug, Monica.”
 She blushes, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment as she releases
me. “Sorry, I don’t know what came over me. It’s just… nice to see you,
Ethan.”
I offer her a reassuring smile, trying to ease the tension that hangs
between us. “It’s okay, Monica. It was a nice surprise.”

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As I arrive home, still mulling over the unexpected encounter with Monica,
my phone buzzes in my pocket. I fish it out to see Paloma’s name flashing
on the screen. Curious, I answer the call.
“Hey, Paloma, what’s up?” I greet her.
“Hey, Ethan! I was thinking, since it’s such a beautiful day outside,
would you like to meet me in the park? It’s sunny and nice, perfect for a
little stroll,” Paloma suggests cheerfully.
I pause for a moment, considering her invitation. The idea of enjoying
the sunshine and fresh air sounds appealing, and perhaps it’ll be a welcome
distraction from the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside me.
“That sounds wonderful, Paloma. I could definitely use some time
outdoors,” I reply with a smile.
“Great! Let’s meet at the park in about half an hour, then,” Paloma says,
her enthusiasm infectious.
“Sounds like a plan. See you there!” I say goodbye before we exchange
goodbyes and hang up.
As I meet Paloma in the park, I’m greeted by the sight of her sitting on a
bench, soaking up the sunshine. Her smile brightens as she sees me
approaching, and I can’t help but return it as I take a seat beside her.
 “Hey, Ethan! Isn’t it just gorgeous out here today?” Paloma exclaims,
gesturing to the sun-dappled surroundings.
“It really is,” I agree, settling in beside her and enjoying the warmth of
the sun on my skin.
We sit in companionable silence for a moment, simply taking in the
beauty of our surroundings. But then, out of nowhere, Paloma turns to me
with a curious expression.
“You know, Ethan, I’ve always wondered… Have you ever felt the urge
to be intimate in a park?” She asks, her tone playful yet oddly serious.
I blink, caught off guard by her question. “Um, well, I can’t say that’s
ever crossed my mind, Paloma.”
She laughs; the sound is light and carefree. “I know, it’s a weird
question, but I was just curious. You hear about it in movies and books—
people sneaking off to parks for a little romance. I’ve always wondered if
it’s really a thing.”
I chuckle nervously, feeling a flush creeping up my neck. “I suppose it’s
not entirely unheard of, but personally, I think I’ll stick to enjoying the park
for its natural beauty.”
Paloma nods in agreement, her smile widening. “Yeah, me too. It’s just
too lovely out here to think about anything else.”
As we continue our conversation in the park, Paloma’s mood seems
reflective, her gaze drifting to the serene landscape around us. After a
moment of quiet contemplation, she turns to me with a thoughtful
expression.
“You know, Ethan, I’ve always considered motherhood to be such a
profound experience,” she begins, her voice tinged with sincerity. “The idea
of nurturing and caring for another life, of being responsible for shaping a
child’s future… It’s something I’ve always admired about women—that
innate ability to nurture and love unconditionally.”
I listen attentively, struck by the depth of Paloma’s words. “It’s true; the
maternal instinct is a powerful force.” I agree, nodding in understanding.
Paloma continues, her words gaining momentum as she speaks. “But
I’ve also come to realize that this nurturing aspect isn’t limited to just
motherhood. It extends to all aspects of life, including intimate
relationships.”
I furrow my brow, intrigued by her insight. “What do you mean?”
She pauses, gathering her thoughts, before continuing. “Well, think
about it. In a romantic relationship, there’s a similar dynamic at play.
There’s a need for care, for emotional support, and for nurturing each
other’s growth and well-being. It’s not just about physical intimacy but also
about nurturing the emotional connection and intimacy between two
people.”
Her words resonate deeply with me, sparking a newfound appreciation
for the complexities of romantic relationships. “I see what you’re saying.
So, you believe that this nurturing aspect is essential for intimacy in
relationships?”
Paloma nods emphatically. “Absolutely. I think it’s a fundamental part
of any healthy relationship—the ability to care for and support each other
on both physical and emotional levels.”
Paloma then looks around furtively and turns toward me with eyes
blooming with heat. “I have always had this fantasy about someone taking
care of me in the park, you know. In public. Without even caring about
anybody, just thinking about us.”
 I can feel palpable tension, and my crotch tightens. Her warm, flowery
perfume engulfs me, and I just want to touch her and hold her tight against
me. I’m ready to give her anything she asks for.
Paloma looks up at me and says, “Ethan, I want you to call me Mommy.
I want it so badly. Will you?”
I hesitate for a moment. Calling her Mommy is not a problem. But I
wonder what it means to her. As if reading my mind, she says, “I have
always been a nurturer, and if you call me Mommy, that would only
reinforce that identity, and right now, I want a strong man to do that for me.
Will you do that for me, Ethan?”
“Yes, I will,” I say. “Yes, Mommy.”
Her eyes widen, and her hand touches my thighs, sending sparks
through my body.
“Mommy’s breasts are full,” she says. “Suck it for Mommy.”
She sports a white top and a pair of black pants. She raises the top from
the bottom, showing me her thick melons with the rounded dark areolas.
There’s milk hanging from the tips of both tits.
She presses one of her tits, and milk spurts out.
It was as if a liquid fountain had suddenly sprung to life on the park
bench, right before me. “Oh, can I suck?”
“Of course. This milk is just for you.”
I lean in closer on that park bench. I haven’t done anything of this sort
before, and that too in public. I lean forward and put my mouth on her tit.
She squeezed her breast, and milk flowed into my mouth. I swallow it down
eagerly. It’s as tasty and addictive as last time. There’s no denying it.
I continue to squeeze her breasts to make more milk flow into my
mouth. She is moaning and panting heavily now as she feels the urgency of
the situation escalate, knowing that there is no way she can hold out much
longer against this intense sensation. But then again, she doesn’t really want
to either.
I release her nipple from my mouth and look at her directly in the eyes.
“I know you like me sucking your tit, Mommy,” I tell her.
Her face flushes red with embarrassment, but she understands what I
mean.
It takes some time for her milk to start flowing again, but eventually it
does. By this point, both our bodies are soaked with sweat, and our
breathing is heavy and labored. Her tits are so swollen and full, they feel
like rocks in my hands.
The sexiest thing about this whole situation was not only her submission
to my desires but also the fact that she was willing to put her needs aside in
order to satisfy mine. I made her give up what she loves most: her own
milk.
I slip my hand down her pants. Her pussy is soaking wet. I begin
rubbing her clit through her pants. She gasps and groans with pleasure.
Without removing her pants or underwear, I spread her legs wide open and
begin fingering her. She bucks with pleasure.
I continue to nurse from her breasts while I finger her pussy with one
hand.
She moans loudly and screams out in pleasure as she has an orgasm.
Her breasts squirt milk all over me as she climaxes.
Her body starts to rock as I slide my finger in and out of her pussy while
I continue to suck her boob. I thumb her clit as well. Soon enough, she is
screaming out with pleasure, and the milk that comes out of her breast
shoots into my mouth like a geyser.
 She bucks on my finger and then releases a loud moan as I add another
finger, forgetting the fact that we’re in a park.
I begin to pump her faster, feeling her body twitch underneath me,
knowing she’s close. “Cum for me, Paloma,” I whisper against her ear,
nibbling gently at it. My fingers curl inside of her, making sure to brush
against her G-spot with each thrust. It doesn’t take much longer before she
shudders violently around my fingers, moaning out my name. Her juices
spill onto my hand, soaking both my fingers and her inner thigh.
Milk spurts from her breasts as she cums with a loud moan, holding
onto me tightly.
“That’s it. Good girl.” I release her breast from its captivity and kiss her
neck, trailing down to her shoulder. My other hand snakes up and cups her
ass, squeezing it as I continue to work my fingers in and out of her. As she
calms down, I slowly remove my fingers, licking them clean. “Come on,
let’s get you dressed. We don’t want anyone thinking we’re doing anything
more than what we are.”

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As the evening settles in, casting a gentle rain upon the world outside,
there’s a soft knock at my door. Surprised, I make my way to answer it,
finding Monica standing on my doorstep, her expression troubled and her
hair dampened by the rain.
“Monica, what are you doing here?” I ask, concern evident in my voice
as I usher her inside, away from the chilly night air.
She steps inside, her shoulders slumped with weariness. “I… I had a
fight with my boyfriend, Ethan. I didn’t know where else to go.”
My heart goes out to her, knowing all too well the sting of a heated
argument. “Of course, you’re welcome here. Come in, make yourself
comfortable,” I say, leading her to the living room, where I offer her a seat
on the couch.
Monica sinks onto the cushions, her expression a mix of exhaustion and
relief. “Thank you, Ethan. I just needed somewhere to clear my head.”
I nod sympathetically, fetching her a warm blanket from the closet and
draping it over her shoulders. “Take your time. Do you want to talk about
what happened?”
She sighs, running a hand through her damp hair. “It’s just… we’ve
been having problems lately, and tonight it all boiled over. I don’t know if
we can fix things this time.”
 I listen quietly as she pours out her frustrations, offering her a
sympathetic ear and a comforting presence. The rain continues to patter
against the windows, providing a soothing backdrop to our conversation.
After a while, Monica looks up at me with weary eyes. “I’m sorry for
intruding like this, Ethan. I just couldn’t be alone tonight.”
I shake my head, reaching out to squeeze her hand in reassurance.
“You’re not intruding, Monica. I’m glad you came to me for support.
You’re always welcome here.”
A small smile tugs at the corners of her lips, gratitude shining in her
eyes. “Thank you, Ethan. You’re a true friend.”
As Monica sits on the couch, her clothes cling to her dampened skin,
accentuating the curves of her figure. Her once-flowing blouse now clings
to her frame, the fabric translucent in places from the rain. Her jeans,
darkened by moisture, hug her legs closely, the denim sticking to her skin.
Noticing her discomfort, I retrieve a plush towel from the linen closet
and offer it to her. “Here, Monica. Why don’t you dry off with this? And I
have some pajamas you can borrow while your clothes dry.”
She accepts the towel gratefully, offering me a soft smile. “Thank you,
Ethan. That’s very kind of you.”
I nod, gesturing towards the hallway. “The spare bedroom is just down
the hall. You can change there. I’ll leave you to it.”
With a nod of thanks, Monica heads towards the spare bedroom, the
towel wrapped around her shoulders providing some measure of warmth
and comfort.

As Monica returns from changing into the pajamas I provided, we settle

back onto the couch together, the soft glow of the television casting a warm
ambiance in the room. We find a show to watch, with the familiar scenes
providing a welcome distraction from the events of the evening.
As the hours pass by, I begin to feel the weight of exhaustion settling
over me, the long day finally catching up to me. With a yawn, I stretch my
arms and glance at Monica.
“You can keep watching TV if you want, Monica. I think I’m going to
head to bed. I have work tomorrow,” I say, stifling another yawn.
Monica nods understandingly, offering me a sympathetic smile. “Of
course, Ethan. Thank you for letting me stay tonight. I’ll just finish up this
episode, and then I’ll head to bed too.”
With a nod of acknowledgment, I bid her goodnight and retreat to the
bedroom, the soft sounds of the television fading into the background as I
close the door behind me.

As I lay in bed, drifting on the cusp of sleep, the sound of the bedroom door
creaking open jolts me awake. Blinking in the darkness, I sit up to see
Monica standing in the doorway, her silhouette illuminated by the faint
glow of the hallway light.
“Monica? Is everything okay?” I ask, my voice thick with sleep and
confusion.
She hesitates for a moment before crossing the room and sitting on the
edge of the bed beside me. In the dim light, I can see the uncertainty in her
eyes and the vulnerability that she rarely shows.
“I’m sorry to bother you, Ethan,” she begins, her voice barely above a
whisper. “But I’m feeling really lonely right now, and I was wondering… if
I could sleep here with you tonight?”
 Her request catches me off guard, and my mind races with a whirlwind
of thoughts and emotions. But despite my confusion, I can see the genuine
need for comfort in her eyes and the raw vulnerability that she’s allowing
me to see.
After a moment of hesitation, I offer her a small, understanding smile.
“Of course, Monica. You don’t have to apologize. You’re not bothering me
at all. Come on, you can sleep here.”
With a grateful nod, Monica slips under the covers beside me, her
presence a comforting weight against the darkness of the night.
She lies beside me, but I cannot sleep. The scent of her body makes my
cock erect. I want to turn around and kiss her and have her for myself.

That’s when she says, “Ethan, can I hug you?” I turn toward her, and she let
me hug her. She must have felt my erection because she let out a gasp.

She takes my hand to her breasts and lets me hold them. Her pebbled nipple
graze my palm.

“Do you want this?” she whispers in my ear. “Because I know you do.”

I nod and pull away from the hug slightly so I can look at her face. She
smiles back and leans forward, kissing me on the lips. I hold her waist as
our tongues dance with each other.

When we break the kiss, she looks up at me and says, “You’re so cute when
you blush like that.” Then she slides down off the bed and unzips my jeans.

She frees my cock from its confinement and starts stroking it slowly. “What
would you like me to do, Ethan? Tell me what you want.”

My heart is racing, but I manage to speak between labored breaths. “I… I

want you to suck it.”

Without hesitation, she lowers her head and engulfs my cock in her mouth.
It feels amazing. She bobs her head back and forth, taking more of me with
each movement.

My fingers twitch in her hair as I moan in pleasure. After several minutes of

this incredible sensation, she pulls back slightly. “Is this good for you,
baby?” she asks, her eyes locked onto mine.

“Fuck yes,” I croak out. “More… please.”

She smirks and dives back down, taking even more of me into her mouth
this time. I hear the wet sounds of her tongue swirling around my shaft as
she pleasures me.

I can feel myself getting closer to climax, and I don’t think I’ve ever been
this turned on before. As she continues to work her magic, I release it inside
her mouth, shooting my load down her throat. She keeps going until every
last drop has been expelled, then looks up at me with satisfaction written all
over her face.

“That was delicious,” she says with a grin. “Now it’s my turn.”

With that, she stands up and peels off her dress, revealing her naked body
once again.

She lies back on the bed with her legs spread. I switch on the light to see
her drenched cunt. I swoop down, kiss her lips, and lick through her slit,
imbibing her juice.

She tastes incredible. The sweet musk of arousal, the tanginess of her
nectar, and the saltiness of her own skin. Her folds quiver around my
tongue as I lap at them like a thirsty man at an oasis.

I insert a finger into her hole, and I feel her muscles tighten around my
finger. I slide it up and down, which causes her to moan and buckle.

“Mmmm, fuck,” she sighs. “Yes, that feels so good.” Her hips writhe
beneath me. I switch hands and bring another finger into play. My tongue
finds her clitoris and starts flicking over it gently, then more insistently. The
tip of my tongue teases her sensitive nub until it hardens under the assault.
Her entire pussy seems to clench around my fingers and mouth.

Her moans are music to my ears.

I insert another finger into her pussy, which makes her grab her pebbled
nipples and tease them. She has wrapped my legs around my head. She is
hugging me tight against her cunt.

She comes undone, screaming out my name. Waves of pleasure crash upon
her shaking form. Her inner walls spasm, milking my fingers and tongue.
The taste intensifies as she climaxes. She whispers hoarsely, “Oh God, yes,
swallow it all. Suck me dry.”

I do as she asks, lapping hungrily at her slit as she writhes beneath me.
When she subsides, I crawl up her body and straddle her waist.

slowly move in and out of her when my cock enters her completely. Her
nails dig into my back, and I fall on her while pumping. I take her right
breast and knead it, squeezing her tight and thick nipples.

We make love, lost in passion, oblivious to everything except each other.

My orgasm builds quickly. I thrust harder and faster. Then I groan deeply,
releasing my seed into her warmth. She follows suit, crying out as she
climaxes again. Her pussy convulses around my cock, milking me dry. We
collapse together, spent, sweaty, and satisfied.

I gaze down at her, amazed by what we’ve just shared.

She falls onto my shoulder, spent and drained, and immediately falls asleep.

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