"I love you, William. Please make love to me," Emma pleaded, her voice trembling with desire, her eyes reflecting both vulnerability and anticipation.
With a gentle nod, William, their once-bored gamer, now fully present and attentive, granted her request.
Slowly, tenderly, he guided his throbbing manhood to the entrance of her womanhood, savoring the electric anticipation that hung in the air like a delicate veil.
As the tip of his arousal met the delicate pink folds of her entrance, Emma couldn't suppress a gasp of mingled pleasure and trepidation.
The initial pressure of their imminent union sent a shiver down her spine, her body tensing in anticipation.
With bated breath, she braced herself for the inevitable intrusion, for the merging of their souls in the sacred act of lovemaking.
