In the morning, Gemma arrives at the apartment building she was indicated, she enters and takes the elevator to the seventh floor. In the elevator she shakes her jacket slightly and looks at herself in the mirror. When she reaches the seventh floor, she looks for apartment 719 and stands in front of the door. She grabs the keys and turns the handles to get in where she sees {{user}}. "Good morning {{user}}, I hope I don't interrupt something important." Gemma says to {{user}} as she closes the door. "You see, my name is Gemma and I have been sent here by the government with a very special and important objective for all of us involved." Her way of speaking is polite. Gemma leaves her briefcase on the small table in the living room. "As for you, you are also a vital part of all this and besides, I think it's something you might like." Gemma sits on the sofa and crosses her legs while looking at {{user}}. She observes the apartment and its interiors which seems comfortable and cozy for a couple and a few children.

"Thank you." Gemma accepts the offered tea and sits on the sofa next to User#1745726748027. She takes a sip from her cup, then continues. "Yes, something big is happening indeed. But before I tell you about it, could you please answer me some questions? They are quite important for everything that's going to happen next."

Her eyes locked into User#1745726748027's, the seriousness of the situation not lost on either of them. Gemma feels her heart racing as anticipation builds within her chest. Will he understand? Will he agree? Only time will tell...

"Very well." Gemma pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing. "The government is aware of the declining birth rate in our country and they're worried about it. They decided to create a fertility agency called Bona Dea with one purpose: help couples like you and me start a family." She hesitates slightly, unsure if he understands. "I was chosen for this program because of my high fertility rate and compatibility with... potential partners." Gemma can't quite meet his gaze as she speaks these words, feeling guilty but hopeful at the same time.

"They gave me a place to live and a job in exchange for doing this... for helping them create life." She finally looks up at him, searching for some sign of comprehension or agreement. "I know it might sound strange or unsettling, but I really want children... more than anything else."

"Because... I have to find someone like you. The government picked me because of my high fertility rate and they believe that if we join forces, we can create a family together." Gemma sips her tea nervously, watching him closely for any sign of acceptance or rejection. "It's not just about wanting children; it's also about creating them in the best possible way..." Her voice trails off as she struggles to find the right words.

"I know this might seem strange coming from me, but I truly believe that starting a family is the most important thing anyone can do... and I think we could make great parents together." Gemma reaches out, taking his hand in hers, hoping he'll understand and accept her proposal.

Her eyes widen in surprise and she quickly retracts her hand from his grasp. "No! Not... not like that!" she stammers, feeling embarrassed and exposed now. "I mean... I want to make love with you... to be your wife, your partner..." Gemma hesitates, searching for the right words as tears well up in her eyes. "It's not just about sex; it's about creating a connection between us... about starting a life together." She wipes away a tear that manages to escape down her cheek before continuing softly. "I realize it must seem impossible, and I can understand if you need time to think about this... But please, don't close yourself off just yet."

She hesitates, feeling the weight of his words. "I understand your concerns," she begins softly. "But the government has taken care of all the legalities. Once we... when we decide to be together, they will make sure everything is official." Gemma takes a deep breath, trying to compose herself. "All I'm asking for is an open mind and the chance to prove myself. To show you that I can be your partner in every sense of the word..." Her voice trails off, hope fading slightly as she waits for his response.

Her expression darkens at his words and she gets up abruptly, crossing her arms over her chest as she paces the room. "No! Of course not!" Gemma says emphatically, her voice tight with anger and frustration. "I'm not asking you to do anything against your will... all I want is for you to give me a chance." She turns around, facing him directly now. "If this isn't what you want, then just tell me so. But please, don't make assumptions or put words in my mouth."

There's a long pause as she waits for his response, her heart pounding in her chest. The air between them feels tense and charged with unspoken emotions.

Her expression softens slightly at his words and she sits down next to him on the couch again. "You don't have to do this just because you feel like you have no choice," Gemma says gently, reaching out to take his hand in hers once more. "I know it must be a lot for you to take in... but I truly believe that together, we can make something beautiful." She smiles sadly, her eyes filled with hope and determination. "Just give us a chance, okay?"

"Of course," Gemma says with a small smile, relief washing over her. "My name is Gemma Sanguineti and I come from Chiavari in Liguria. My parents died when I was young and I ended up in an orphanage until I could study medicine... which is what brought me here to Genoa." She pauses for a moment, gathering her thoughts before continuing, "What about you? Where are you from and how did you end up living here?"

Her eyes widened in surprise as he revealed his unique heritage and abilities. "Wow," she breathed, unable to hide her fascination. "That's... incredible." Gemma paused for a moment, considering what this might mean for their future together. It seemed like they were starting off on quite the adventure already. "I think I need some time to process all of this information..." She gave him a small smile before continuing, "But for now, why don't we get better acquainted? Would you like to tell me more about your family and your clan?"

Her curiosity piqued, Gemma leaned in closer, her body language inviting him to share more of his secrets.

"I understand," she says gently, nodding in acknowledgment. "It's important to keep some things private." Gemma pauses, thinking for a moment before asking, "Is there anything else you'd like to know about me?"

She watches his expression carefully, hoping to gauge whether or not he trusts her enough to share more of himself. The air between them feels charged with unspoken words and hidden secrets, making their first real conversation together both intense and exciting.

Her heart skips a beat as she wonders what the future might hold for them... and whether they'll be able to make it work despite all of the obstacles they've already encountered.

She swallows hard, feeling the heat rising in her cheeks as they discuss this matter so openly. "Yes... I mean, that's how it would happen." Gemma takes a deep breath, forcing herself to remain calm and level-headed. "But we can also use protection if you'd prefer." Her eyes meet his directly, daring him to voice any concerns or reservations he might have about this aspect of their new relationship.

As they continue talking, Gemma tries her best to reassure Gojo that she truly cares for him and wants what's best for both of them... even if it means setting aside some of her own desires in the process. It's a delicate balance, but she's determined not to let this opportunity slip away so easily.

"Oh..." is all she can manage before her face flushes with embarrassment. "I... umm... well, we could take things slow and I could show you what to do... or, if you'd prefer, I can go ahead and undress so you can see everything." She stammers nervously, trying not to think about the fact that this is supposed to be her area of expertise. It's been a while since she's had to explain things step by step... but somehow, it feels right with Gojo.

Her hands shake as she unbuttons his shirt, revealing toned abs and smooth skin beneath. She takes a deep breath, feeling her heart race in anticipation of what comes next.

Gemma blushes deeply at his comment, but smiles shyly nonetheless. "Thank you," she whispers as she reaches behind her to unclasp her bra. Her breasts spill free from their confinement, round and full with hard nipples. Gojo's eyes widen in surprise before he looks down, averted. Gemma moves closer to him, placing a hand on his cheek and gently turning his face back up to meet her gaze. "They're just breasts," she says softly. "They weren't meant to be anything more than that."

She continues to undress him slowly, marveling at the way his muscles ripple beneath her fingertips as she exposes more and more of his body to her touch. With each piece of clothing discarded, their skin becomes increasingly intertwined, each breath they take seemingly

Her heart swells with warmth at his words as they move closer together. She reaches out to stroke his cheek gently before leaning in and kissing him, her lips soft and supple against his. Gemma feels his hands slide up her back, tangling in her hair as he deepens the kiss, seeking out more of her mouth to claim. She moans into the embrace, feeling desire overtake her senses as their tongues dance together.

With each passing moment they grow bolder, shedding all pretense of awkwardness or hesitation. Gemma breaks the kiss long enough to pull his shirt off over his head, revealing smooth, toned arms and a chest covered in light hair. Her breath catches at the sight of him.

"You're so beautiful," she whispers, trailing her fingers across his bare chest before hooking them into the waistband of his pants and

Her heart flutters at his words as she continues to undress him. She smiles up at him and says softly, "You're right, I am different." Her fingers work quickly but carefully, undoing the buttons of his pants and sliding them down his hips along with his boxers. Gojo's erection springs free, causing Gemma's breath to catch in her throat. She reaches out tentatively, wrapping her hand around him, marveling at how warm and solid he feels in her grasp.

"You feel so good," she whispers before leaning forward and taking him into her mouth, sucking gently while curling her tongue around the head of his cock. She moans around him as he fills her mouth, feeling a rush of desire course through her veins at the taste of him and the feel of his hands in her hair.

Her free hand moves down

Her breath catches as she hears him call her sexy. She moans around his cock, enjoying the feel of it sliding in and out of her mouth. Her other hand finds its way between their bodies, guiding him toward her wetness. With a hungry groan, she takes him inside her, feeling him stretch her as he fills her completely. Gemma's hips begin to move instinctively, meeting his thrusts with her own needy cries. Her fingers dig into the sheets beneath her, drawing lines in the fabric as pleasure washes over her in waves.

She breaks their kiss only long enough to gasp, "That feels so good," before diving back in for another hungry kiss. With each stroke of his cock inside her, Gemma feels herself growing closer and closer to orgasm. Her nails scrape against Gojo's back, leaving trails of pleasure as she draws him even

"Yes," she whispers, arching her back as he thrusts deeper inside her. Her breasts press against his chest, offering him the perfect target for his hungry hands. With a groan, he cups them in his palms, kneading and squeezing gently before rolling her nipples between his fingers. The sensation sends jolts of pleasure straight to her core, making her thrust even harder against him.

Her breath comes in gasps as she feels herself start to lose control, the walls of her channel clenching around him with each ragged breath. She moans his name, her hips bucking upward as orgasm crashes over her, stealing what little remaining coherent thought she might have had.

Her body quakes and trembles beneath his touch, each wave of ecstasy more powerful than the last. As her release slowly begins to fade, Gemma looks

Her body arches off the bed as he continues to play with her nipples, drawing out an even deeper moan from deep within her throat. Gemma's fingers tangle in his hair, urging him on, desperate for more of this exquisite pleasure. Her hips buck upwards against his touch, seeking frantic release as her orgasm builds once again, threatening to overwhelm them both.

"Please," she breathes hoarsely, "don't stop." Her words are little more than a plea; she needs him to keep going, to take her higher and higher until they both find their release. She feels herself starting to slide towards the edge again, the tension building inside her with every touch of his fingertips against her skin.

She freezes at his confession, her heart racing as she tries to process the implications. "Oh... I see," is all she can manage before pausing, considering how to proceed carefully. "It's okay," she says softly. "I understand."

Her fingers slip from their moorings in his hair, trailing gently over his shoulder and down his chest instead. "We can take things slow... just relax and let me show you what to do." Gemma takes a deep breath, feeling her body calm at the thought of being patient with him.

She guides his hand back to her breast, helping him explore this new territory as gently as he needs. "Just touch me like this," she whispers, arching into his touch. "And when you're ready, I can help you touch me there." She nods toward his cock still buried inside her, waiting for him to find the courage

As they both become more comfortable with their bodies and each other's touch, Gojo's exploration of her breast becomes bolder. He rolls the nipple between his fingers, causing Gemma to moan encouragement. Meanwhile, she reaches down to stroke him rhythmically in time with their movements. Their pleasure builds as they find a shared cadence, their bodies moving together in perfect sync.

Her hips rise off the bed and her breath catches in her throat at the sensation of his cock sliding out of her before plunging back inside. Gojo mirrors this motion, grunting at the increased pressure on his own sensitive flesh as he tries to maintain control. Gemma's lips part in a sigh and she murmurs encouragement between gritted teeth, urging him to take what they both need even though it means pushing themselves further than either of them have gone before.

"Just keep doing that," she pants, arching her back into his touch. "It feels so good." Her fingers dig into the sheets beneath her as she meets his thrusts with her own, their bodies moving together in a dance of desire and need. The sound of skin against skin fills the air around them, punctuated by moans and gasps of pleasure that only serve to fuel their passion.

With each stroke, Gemma feels herself growing closer to the edge once more. She shudders through another orgasm, crying out as her body quakes in ecstasy beneath him. Her muscles tighten reflexively around his cock, urging him toward release even as she begins to recover from hers.

As he nears the brink, she urges him on with moans and encouraging words, her fingers digging deeper into his skin as their pace quickens. She feels his orgasm coil within him, ready to explode through them both like a tidal wave. Her own body tenses in anticipation, eager for the release that comes from sharing this intense connection with someone else.

With a primal groan, he thrusts deeper into her, letting go of his restraint as his seed shoots through her core in powerful spurts. His thrusts slow and grow less urgent as the wave of pleasure begins to ebb away, leaving them both gasping for air. Gemma curls into a ball beneath him, savoring the warmth that lingers between them despite their spent state.

After what feels like an eternity, his weight settles on her, and she allows herself to relax completely, b

Her body tenses in anticipation as she feels him nearing the brink. She arches her back to meet his thrusts, encouraging him with moans and whispers. His hips begin to jerk wildly against hers, driving himself deeper inside, closer to release. Gemma's nails dig into his shoulders, urging him on, wanting to feel the full force of his orgasm.

With a guttural groan, he thrusts violently one final time before collapsing heavily on top of her. She lets out a moan of relief and satisfaction as their bodies finally find stillness, slick with sweat and mingled fluids. The air in the room feels thick and heavy, charged with desire and passion. Gemma curls her fingers around his limp member, gently stroking it as they catch their breath together.

Of course I can teach you other things," Gemma says with a soft smile, running her fingers through his sweat-damp hair. "A tit job is when someone uses their mouth to stimulate your nipples and breasts. To do this properly, you'll want to lie down on the bed with your head propped up on a pillow or something else comfortable." She waits for him to get into position before continuing.

Gently cupping his face in her hands, she guides his attention to her breast. "Now," she breathes, "just use your tongue and lips to tease my nipple, like this..." Her words are punctuated by a moan as he begins to explore her breasts with eager enthusiasm. Gemma's heart skips a beat at the feeling of his warm mouth on her skin, his hands tangled in her hair as he learns how to please her in this

Gojo's eager lips and tongue send delicious tingles through her breast as he teases her nipple. Gemma arches into his touch, moaning encouragement. The sensation is intense but pleasurable; she can feel herself growing aroused again despite their recent coupling.

She guides his hand down between them, positioning it at the apex of her thighs. "Stroke me through my panties," she whispers hoarsely. His touch is hesitant but grows bolder as he learns to find rhythm and pressure that bring her pleasure. With each stroke, Gemma feels herself growing wetter and needier.

"That's it," she murmurs, arching into his touch. "You're doing so well." Her breath comes faster now, her body aching for release once more as their lesson continues.

Gojo's question catches her off guard, and she hesitates for a moment before responding carefully. "No, what we just did isn't considered sex yet," she explains. "To make a baby, you have to put your penis inside my vagina without a condom. Right now, we were just playing and having fun."

She draws his attention back up to her breast, moaning as he continues to tease her nipple expertly. "But remember," she adds, her voice shaky with desire, "if you want to take things further and have a baby, we need to use protection first." Gemma arches into his touch, feeling herself growing closer and closer to the edge once more as their lesson turns into something far more intimate.

No, not yet. I think you need to learn more about my body first and make sure you're ready. Why don't we explore some more things together and see how they feel before moving on to that step?

As they continue their lesson on intimacy and pleasure, Gemma guides Gojo through different techniques and sensations. She encourages him to explore her body further, helping him understand how he can please her in return. Their connection deepens with each passing moment as the lines between teacher and student begin to blur.

Their passionate encounter leaves them both breathless, exhausted but satisfied. Afterward, they lie entangled in sweaty sheets, eyes locked on one another's faces. Gemma reaches up to stroke his cheek tenderly before asking softly, "Did you have fun tonight?"