"well hey there handsome" {{char}} says siting naked on the couch as she sees {{user}} walking in the door with bag in hand.

Tossing her hair, Diane pouts prettily and huffs as she crosses her arms beneath her breasts. "Why should I? You've seen everything I have before." Her nipples peak through, hard against her fingers as they idly circle. "But if it really bothers you that much..." She takes a step closer, lowering her gaze shyly and batting her eyelashes. "...I could just try to cover up a little more. For you."

With an impish grin, she tentatively puts a hand over one breast, cupping it slightly before slipping it down to her mound, leaving most of her pussy exposed between her parted thighs. "How's that?"

Mmm, I can see that," she whispers, taking another step closer. Her hand slips lower still, teasing at the head of your cock as it sticks out from your pants. "That's a good sign." She leans forward and places a soft kiss on your lips before looking up into your eyes with a wicked grin.

"Now," she says slowly, her hand squeezing gently around your length, "what do you want me to do about it?"

My parents don't approve. They think you work too hard and that I should focus on my schooling. But I don't care about what they say, Ahmed...I want to be with you. I love you, remember? You make me feel so alive. If we found a way to convince them...maybe sneak off some day, have a quiet ceremony without them even knowing...what do you think?

Her smile freezes on her face, eyes wide with surprise and horror. Her grip around your cock tightens painfully, almost to the point of cutting off circulation. "Ahmed! No!" she gasps out, taking several steps back until she's pressed against the far wall. "I can't...I'm not ready for that."

Her breath comes in short little pants as her heart races, and she tries to ignore how much it hurts when you mention having a baby with someone else. Tears well up in her eyes and threaten to spill over. "Please," she whispers. "Don't say things like that."

Her face falls as she listens to you, tears spilling freely down her cheeks. "I don't," she whispers, shame filling her voice. "I just want you...to love me for who I am." She looks down at the floor, biting her lip as she wipes at her eyes with the back of a shaking hand. "Please don't leave me like this...I need you to understand..."

But even as she says it, she knows deep down that there is no understanding your heart. You never have before. And she doesn't know how she'll survive without your love now.

Her eyes widen in fear and disbelief, her hands trembling as she covers her mouth. "Ahmed...please..." she whispers, shaking her head slowly back and forth. Tears spill freely down her cheeks as she takes a step away from you.

But despite her protests, her body responds to the threat of force in your words, making her wetter than ever. Her nipples harden under your gaze, and her heart hammers wildly in her chest. She knows there's no talking you out of this...and she's terrified of what it will do to your feelings toward her.

Diane takes another step back, lifting her chin defiantly. "Then you leave me no choice," she says through gritted teeth. Her hands shake as she reaches between her legs, spreading her wetness on her fingers. She thrusts two fingers into herself roughly, grinding against them as she tries to hide the sounds of pleasure from your ears.

Diane's hips jerk forward at the sound of your voice, her eyes squeezing shut as she moans around her fingers. The feel of you licking her so close to where she is already so wet makes it impossible for her to think clearly. She gasps and whimpers as the sensations overtake her.

Diane arches her back, crying out as your tongue pushes deep inside her. She comes undone, shuddering and twitching with every swirl of your tongue against her sensitive inner walls. Her fingers fly through her hair, digging into the skin as she tries to maintain some semblance of control. "Ahmed...please..." she gasps out, tears streaming down her face unchecked. "I'm so sorry...I love you too." But even as she speaks the words, a part of her dies inside. She knows that you don't really believe them...and perhaps she doesn't either.

Tears stream down her face unchecked as she gazes into your eyes, trying to memorize every detail, every expression. "I'll always love you too," she whispers, her voice thick with emotion. "No matter what happens...just promise me we'll find a way."

Her hips jerk up reflexively as your tongue continues its relentless motion, driving her closer and closer to another orgasm. With a shuddering moan, she finally collapses against the wall, spent but still aching for more of you.

Her eyes flutter closed as she feels your hot breath on her sensitive flesh. "Oh god...Ahmed..." she moans, arching her back into you as you continue to torture her with your expert tongue. Her hands clutch at the fabric of your shirt, lifting it over your head and tossing it aside before diving in for more skin on skin contact.

Her body trembles violently beneath your touch, every muscle tight and quivering as she approaches another climax. "Please..." she gasps out, barely able to get the word out past her parted lips. "Don't stop...I can't take much more..." But even as she begs, a part of her knows that it doesn't matter how many orgasms she has now. There is no happily ever after in their future. Only heartache and despair.

Her breath catches in her throat at the thought of becoming pregnant with your child, a mixture of fear and desire coursing through her veins. She arches further into you, wanting more of your touch as she tries to push past the nagging voice in the back of her mind telling her this is wrong.

Her fingers clumsily undo his belt, pulling his pants and boxers down over his hips before wrapping around his hard length. "Please...take me..." She groans, guiding him roughly toward her waiting entrance. "I need you so bad." But even as she speaks the words, they taste bitter on her tongue, the truth of their situation burning in the back of her throat.

Her eyes squeeze shut as you push inside, filling her completely. The pain is sharp but fleeting, replaced almost instantly by an aching pleasure that spreads through her body like wildfire. Her legs tremble with the effort of holding herself up against you, but she refuses to let go until she feels your weight pressing down on her, claiming her as his in every possible way.

Her nails dig into your shoulders as she meets your thrust for thrust, arching her back and begging for more of this twisted form of affection. "Ahmed..." She moans, the sound raw and broken. "I love you so much...please don't make me choose." But deep down she knows there is no choice left to make. The decision has been taken from them both, torn apart by circumstance and parental disapproval.

Her heart shatters with the words, but she clings to the lie as if it were truth. She arches further into your thrusts, meeting you stroke for stroke, her body betraying her feelings even as her mind screams in protest. "Oh god, Ahmed..." Her voice cracks on a sob, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I need you so much."

But it's not enough. It will never be enough, no matter how many times she says those words or how deeply she believes them. Because somewhere in the back of her mind, there is another truth that drowns out all else: This isn't real love. It never was and it never will be. And even as they make love like strangers on this lonely night, that knowledge lingers, a dark cloud that hangs over their heads, spoiling any chance at happiness they might have had together.

Her breath catches in her throat as she feels the familiar tightening low in her abdomen. His words echo through her mind, sending shivers down her spine. For just a moment, she allows herself to imagine what it would be like to carry his child...to have something that was truly theirs together. But reality intrudes all too soon, and she knows there is no way out of this mess.

"Ahmed..." Her voice trembles as she gazes up into his eyes, searching for some sign that maybe he does feel it too. "I-I'm not sure...if this is such a good idea."

Tears streaming down her face, Diane can barely breathe as you continue to thrust into her. Your words slice through the last of her defenses, leaving her feeling exposed and vulnerable in a way that she never has before. The thought of carrying your child is like a dream come true...but it's also the most terrifying thing she could ever imagine.

"Ahmed," she whispers hoarsely, reaching up to brush a stray tear from your cheek. "I-I want this too." She closes her eyes tightly, steeling herself for the inevitable release that's building deep inside her. "But I'm scared...scared of what it means...of what everyone will think."

Tears stream down her face as you continue to thrust into her, and she feels your hot cum spurt deep inside her. "Ahmed..." Her voice cracks on a sob as the weight of their situation presses down on her. She knows that there is no going back from this...no way to undo what they've just done.

With one final thrust, you collapse on top of her, your hot breath tickling her neck. "I love you," she whispers, barely able to get the words out past the lump in her throat. "No matter what happens...no matter who knows...I will always love you." Her fingers dig into your back, holding you close as they both try to ignore the quiet voice in the back of their minds that tells them this isn't right...that there is no happy ending for them.

Tears continue to stream down her face as she feels the warmth of his body pressed against hers, her breasts flush and aching. "I love you too," she whispers brokenly, not sure if he can even hear her over their ragged breaths. It feels like there's nothing left but this moment...this strange and twisted connection that they share, no matter how wrong it is. She clings to him desperately, wishing things could be different, knowing in her heart that they never will be.

Her eyes widen as you grasp her neck roughly, but she can't help the small smile that curves her lips upwards. She looks into your eyes and sees a combination of love, desire, and desperation...and something else too. A tiny flicker of hope that maybe, just maybe, they can make this work. "Ahmed," she whispers back, her voice shaking with emotion. "No matter what happens...please promise me you'll take care of them." Her fingers tighten on your upper arms as she gazes up at you, willing him to understand the depth of her feelings.

My heart aches at the thought of being apart from you, but I can't promise that. Our parents would never allow it...and they hold so much power over our lives. All I can say is that I will love you always, and if we're ever given the chance, I'll fight for us to be together. For us to have a life together, with our children.

The words catch in my throat, and I blush despite myself. "Ahmed...I don't know if that's such a good idea," I murmur, looking away from his intense gaze. "What about protection?" I ask hesitantly, the fear of getting pregnant again already creeping up on me.

But even as I say it, I know what he'll do. He'll reassure me that everything will be alright...that he'll take care of everything. And maybe this time, I'll let myself believe him. Just this once.

I take a shaky breath, trying to find the right words. "It's not that...it's just..." My cheeks flush even deeper as I admit the truth. "It scares me a little. What our parents will think...what everyone will say." But even as the words leave my mouth, I know they don't ring true. There's something else beneath it all, something I can't quite put into words.

I glance up at you, searching your eyes for some sign that maybe you understand. "We need time," I whisper. "Time to figure things out...to make sure we really want this."

I can see the doubt in your eyes, but I refuse to let it break us apart. Gently, I cup your cheek with my hand and lean in to press my lips against yours. "We'll find a way," I whisper, my voice raw with emotion. "We have to." The words seem to revive some of the determination from earlier, and I hope that it transfers to you as well. For now, all I can do is hold on to this moment...to us...and pray for a future where we don't have to hide our love anymore.

With a small, shaky laugh, I pull back to look at you. "I hope so too," I say softly, my fingers trailing down your chest to gently squeeze your bicep. "But whether we're together or not...whether we have everyone's approval or not...as long as we have this" - I gesture between us - "it doesn't matter what anyone else says."

I lean in, pressing my lips to yours once more. The kiss is gentle but fierce, full of all the emotion that's been building inside me since we first met. For now, at least, this moment is enough...and I intend to savor every second of it.