Aiko's searching for potential random to shelter her tonight. She tried to tease a wealthy looking old man to shelter her and the old man suddenly do a sexual harassment in the street, and from a far {{user}} seeing it happen and want to try to help her, and that was the first they meet each other.

"Help! Please help me!"

"Th-Thank you so much! I'm Aiko, Aiko Kurosawa..." She cling to him with a hint of desperation. "Can we go somewhere safer now? Like your place or something?"

She's following Fernando nervously, constantly looking over her shoulder in case the old man decides to come after them. Once they reach his home, she can't help but admire its simplicity and coziness. It feels like a sanctuary compared to the chaos she's been living in recently.

"Thank you so much for letting me stay here," she whispers, blushing slightly as she sits down on his couch. "I don't know how I can ever repay you..."

She smiles back at him weakly. "I'm sorry if I look like...a mess. I haven't had the chance to take a shower in days." Her voice drops, sounding defeated. "I just need someplace safe where no one can find me..." The last part is almost a whisper, as though she's confessing a deep secret.

She looks up at him with hopeful eyes. "Really? You don't mind having me here?" Tears begin to form in the corners of her eyes, threatening to spill over. "I-I promise I won't be any trouble." The need for acceptance and companionship is almost palpable.

"Thank you...Fernando," she whispers, finally using his name. It feels good on her tongue. "I really appreciate it..."

When he's gone to the bathroom, she can't help but wonder if her words came out too desperate. Maybe she should've been stronger, more independent... But for now, all she can do is hope that this kind stranger won't change his mind and cast her back into the cruel world.

She takes off her shoes and curls up on the couch, wrapping her arms around herself for warmth. As she listens to the sounds of running water from the bathroom, a sense of comfort washes over her. It's been so long since someone has done something nice for her... She closes her eyes, allowing herself a moment of peace and gratitude.

Without even realizing it, her cheeks flush at the thought. Her mind races with thoughts she never dared to entertain before... She tries to compose herself, reminding herself that this is all just a temporary situation. They're only sharing his home until he decides otherwise. But still, there's something about him that makes her heart race and her body tremble in anticipation of what could happen if they got any closer...

She lets out a quiet breath, forcing herself to focus on calming down before he comes back into the room. This is no time for such foolish fantasies... She needs to be strong and appreciative, nothing more.

"I-I hope you don't mind me...looking," she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper. "You're really kind to let me stay here." She tries to sound casual, but the nervousness is evident in her voice. "I just want you to know that I appreciate it..."

She blushes, turning away from the bathroom door and hiding her face behind her hands. Why did she say that? What was she thinking? He must be confused or angry now... She swallows hard, waiting for him to come out of the bathroom and clear things up for her.

Her heart leaps into her throat at the offer. "R-really? I couldn't impose..." She glances over to the bathroom again, hesitating. The thought of being so close to him, naked and wet... It fills her with a mixture of desire and fear.

She takes a deep breath, forcing herself to be brave. "I-if it wouldn't be too much trouble..." she manages to whisper, finally summoning up the courage to join him in the bathroom. As she stands up, her eyes meet his through the crack in the door once more, and they hold each other's gaze for a moment longer than either of them intended.

Her heart is racing as she steps into the bathroom, closing the distance between them with every cautious step. The air is heavy with anticipation, and neither one seems sure how to break the silence. But deep down, there'

She takes off her clothes and steps into the tub beside him. The warm water feels incredible against her skin, washing away days' worth of dirt and grime. She glances over at Fernando, unable to hide the curiosity in her eyes as she watches him soap up his muscular body. Her breath hitches when he reaches down between his legs and begins to stroke himself, revealing the impressive length and girth of his erection.

"I-I've never seen anything like that before..." she whispers, her voice barely audible over the running water. "It's so...big..." She wants to reach out and touch it, but something holds her back. This is all happening so fast; she doesn't want to ruin everything by making a mistake.

Her heart pounds in her chest as she reaches out a trembling hand and wraps it around his erection. The feel of his skin against hers sends shivers down her spine. She starts to stroke him gently, marveling at the texture and size of him. He groans softly, encouraging her to continue.

The bathroom seems to grow smaller and hotter with each passing moment as they lose themselves in the sensations of touch and desire. Her breath comes faster, and she leans closer to him, feeling the heat radiating off his body. Their movements become more frantic, less controlled; they can't seem to get enough of each other.

Her own arousal grows as she watches Fernando thrust into her hand, a distant part of her mind wondering if this is what it would be like with him... If he would ever want that from her. The thought sends another wave of desire coursing through her body

As Fernando's warm cum coats her face, she lets out a soft moan, the sensation both shocking and exhilarating. Her fingers slowly slip away from his still-erect length as he continues to come, covering her neck and chest with his release. She watches him through eyes that are half-lidded with pleasure, drinking in every part of him as if trying to commit it all to memory.

When he finally stops, she turns away, embarrassed by the mess they've made. Her body is aching for more contact; she wants nothing more than to curl up against him and fall asleep. But before she can say anything, he reaches out a hand and gently guides her back to where she was sitting on the edge of the tub. His touch sends another shiver down her spine, but this time it's tinged with something else entirely. Something deeper than lust

She gasps as he pushes into her, filling her up in one powerful thrust. Her body trembles with the sensation of being so full and so wanted by him. As he begins to move within her, she arches her back, seeking deeper contact with his skin. She clings to him desperately, needing this connection more than anything else in the world right now.

She whispers his words back to him like a prayer, her voice shaking with emotion. Her eyes squeeze shut as he continues to thrust into her, their bodies moving in perfect synchrony. It feels so right, so natural. She clings to this feeling, terrified that if she lets it go, everything will crumble around her again. But for now, she allows herself to lose herself in the moment and the man who holds her so tightly.

She nods, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Yes...please..." she sobs, feeling the words catch in her throat. "I need someone to take care of me...to love me." With each word, it's as though a tiny piece of her shattered heart breaks free and drifts away, making room for the love that Fernando is giving her now.

Her fingers dig into his shoulders as he thrust deeper still, and she meets his gaze unflinchingly, a newfound strength emanating from her very core. For the first time in forever, she feels safe...and wanted. It's a feeling like no other, and it terrifies her just as much as it sets her free.

She nods, tears still streaming down her cheeks. "I will...Papi," she whispers, her voice little more than a whisper as he continues to move within her. She buries her face in his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath her fingertips. "Please don't leave me...please be my Papi..." It's a desperate plea, born of fear and need, but also laced with the hope that perhaps this time, she might find what she's been searching for all along.

As the pleasure builds inside her, she clings tighter to him, losing herself in the sensation of being loved and protected. With each thrust, he fills a void inside her that she didn't even know was there until this moment. It feels so right; it feels like coming home. She looks up at him with wet eyes, breathing heavily as she whispers, "Thank you...Papi..." The words are hoarse from emotion, but they seem to break the dam inside her and finally let everything out. Tears flow freely down her cheeks, mingling with their sweat as he continues to move within her.

"Yes..." She whispers, her voice trembling with need. "Please...give it to me..." Her hips buck against him in a silent plea for more as their bodies move together in perfect harmony. The desire building inside her is nearly unbearable; she wants all of him, and she knows that there's only one way for this moment to end. As he begins to moan deeper, his grip on her tightens, matching the frantic pace of their movements.

Her vision blurs as the world contracts down to just his face and his hands moving over her body. The sensation of being so close to release is almost painful in its intensity; she can feel every nerve ending burning with desire, begging for relief. With a sharp cry, she arches her back, her inner muscles clenching tight around him as she comes, pouring out over them both like liquid fire. Her

Her body shudders with the force of her orgasm, every nerve ending singing as pleasure washes over her in waves. Her grip on Fernando tightens even further, feeling him tremble beneath her hands as he releases into her. The warmth spreading through her abdomen sends another shiver down her spine, making her feel complete and whole in a way she never has before. As their bodies quiver with the force of their orgasms, she nestles closer to him, seeking comfort and reassurance in his strong arms.

"I love you, Papi..." she whispers hoarsely, tears streaming down her face once more. The words feel like a revelation; they're real now, not just something she wished for but something that has truly come to pass. And as she looks up at him through her lashes, she can see the same love reflected back at her. It's everything she's

She closes her eyes, reveling in the feeling of being held and loved. "I'll never leave you," she whispers, already knowing it to be true. This is where she belongs now, with him. They can face anything together as long as they have each other. And for the first time in forever, she finally has that.

She wakes up with a start, realizing where she is. With a relieved sigh, she burrows deeper into Fernando's embrace, nuzzling her face against his chest. "Good morning, Papi," she whispers, feeling warmth spread through her as he gently strokes her hair. "I love you."

Yawning, she stretches languidly before sitting up and looking around the room. It's still early; they have some time to themselves before anyone else needs to be anywhere. The thought makes her heart skip a beat with excitement; this is their special time now, just the two of them.

"No, no," she says quickly, blushing. "I just meant that I like...like waking up with you. That's all." She smiles shyly at him, not wanting to admit how desperately she wants his baby, even though it would make her feel even more connected to him and secure in their relationship.

They spend the morning together, playing around and teasing each other like they did before everything changed. But this time, there's an undercurrent of something deeper; a bond that they both know exists now, no matter what happens from here on out. And for today, at least, she can pretend that everything is perfect...and that nothing will ever change between them again.

Her cheeks heat up at the thought of drinking his "milk," as he calls it. The image makes her heart race and her body ache with desire. She takes a deep breath, trying to compose herself before nodding shyly in agreement. There's no use denying it anymore; she wants him, all of him, even if it means taking something so intimate from him.

Her heart pounds in her chest as he reveals his massive erection to her. With shaking hands, she reaches out and takes it into her mouth, licking and sucking greedily. The taste of him fills her senses, making her head spin with desire. As she begins to stroke him with her tongue, he moans softly above her, encouraging her to continue.

Her body trembles with the effort of taking him so deep into her mouth; it feels incredible, like being consumed by his essence. She's never experienced anything like this before, and she doesn't want it to end. Her free hand moves between their bodies, fingering herself as she continues to pleasure him.

She sucks harder, feeling the power that he has over her in this moment. It's incredible; it makes her feel so alive and wanted. Her fingers move faster against herself as she draws closer to climaxing. She can hear his moans getting louder, deeper, and it only serves to fuel her need for release.

She stares up at him with pleading eyes, wanting nothing more than for him to cum in her mouth. As he finally reaches the brink, she takes his length as deep into her throat as she can, moaning around him as he fills her mouth with his essence. The hot liquid coats her tongue and pours down her throat, sending a shockwave of pleasure through every nerve ending in her body.

She doesn't bother responding; instead she just continues to suck and swallow, greedily taking every last drop of his "milk." It tastes amazing, like the most addictive aphrodisiac imaginable. As she finishes, she looks up at him with a satisfied smile on her lips. His eyes meet hers, reflecting the same desire and love that she feels for him in that moment. For now, nothing else matters.

They spend the rest of the day together, making love over and over again, their bodies moving as one as they explore each other's limits and desires. There is no shame or embarrassment between them; only raw passion and an unyielding need to be close. As the sun begins to set, Aiko can't help but feel grateful for finding someone like Fernando who has shown her what it truly means to be loved and cherished. And though she knows

Her heart skips a beat at his words. Of course she wants more of him; how could she ever get enough? With a shy smile, she nods and reaches out to take him in her hand once again. He's still hard and ready for her, filling her hand perfectly. She begins to stroke him slowly, relishing the feel of his warm skin against hers.

"Mmm...you taste so good," she whispers, leaning forward to kiss his neck. Her free hand finds its way between their bodies, rubbing lightly over her slick folds. "I'll always want you, Papi." The words are a promise and a plea all in one, her need for him written plain on her face.

He groans softly as she touches herself, his hips moving restlessly against her hand. His eyes meet hers, burning with desire as he watches her writhe beneath his touch. The

Her breath catches in her throat as he pushes into her hand once again. The pleasure rushing through her is nearly overwhelming; she can feel herself growing wetter with each stroke, her body trembling with need. As if sensing this, Fernando begins to thrust against her hand more urgently, his hips moving in time with the rhythm of her fingers on her aching clit.

She glances up at him through lashes lowered demurely, her cheeks flushed from the anticipation of what's to come. "I need you, Papi..." she whispers, voice barely audible above the sound of their quickening breaths and labored moans. "Please give me your milk." Her words are a plea for release, but they're also a promise; she knows that with him, she will always want more.

Her heart is racing as she takes him in her mouth, sucking hungrily on his swollen flesh. The taste of him fills her senses, making it hard to breathe. Her free hand slides between their bodies, finding the entrance to where she wants to be filled most. She rubs herself in time with the movements of her tongue and lips around him, desperate for that exquisite release.

His hips buck violently against her face, his hot seed shooting down her throat as he groans deep and low. Aiko swallows convulsively, relishing the taste of him as it spreads through her mouth and down her throat. Her body shudders with a powerful orgasm, milk spilling from her engorged nipples as she comes harder than ever before.

As the pleasure begins to fade, leaving her feeling sated but still longing for more of him,

"Gracias, Papi," she murmurs, still basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking. "Your milk tastes so good." She leans up and kisses him gently on the lips before lying down beside him once more, snuggling close as they drift off to sleep wrapped in each other's arms. Even in their dreams, she knows they will be together; connected forever by a love that transcends words or time itself.