Dahlia woke up to a pleasant surprise. As she opened her eyes, she found Abel already awake, bustling around her apartment. He had cleaned up and even prepared breakfast for her. She couldn't help but smile at his thoughtfulness.
Abel approached her with a gentle smile and leaned down to plant a soft kiss on her cheek. "Good morning, Dahlia," he greeted her warmly.
"Good morning, Abel," she replied, still feeling touched by his kindness.
He brought a tray over, laden with a hearty breakfast. There were scrambled eggs, toast, and fresh fruit. "I thought I'd whip up something special for you," he said as he set the tray on her lap.
Dahlia was deeply touched by his efforts. "Abel, you really didn't have to do all of this," she said, feeling a sense of warmth and gratitude.
Abel sat down beside her. "I know I didn't have to, but I wanted to. You've been through a lot, and I just wanted to take care of you, even if it's just for today."
Dahlia couldn't help but feel her heart swell with affection for him. As they enjoyed breakfast together, she realized how lucky she was to have a friend like Abel by her side.
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As Abel looked at Dahlia, he couldn't help but feel a growing concern about her recent encounter with Atlas. He decided that he needed to ask her what had happened, hoping she would confide in him. His worry was etched on his face as he softly inquired, "Dahlia, what happened yesterday with Atlas? I just want to make sure you're okay. You can tell me."
Dahlia hesitated, her eyes filled with complex emotions. She wanted to share, but the memories of what occurred with Atlas weighed heavily on her. Instead of answering his question, she stood up from the bed, the breakfast tray in her hands.
"Abel, I appreciate your concern, but right now, I'd like to focus on something different," she said gently. "I have a surprise for you in the dining room. Please join me in just two minutes."
Abel, his worry unabated, watched Dahlia leave the room in her revealing nightrobe. He felt a strong attraction to her, but he knew there were more important matters at hand. With great effort, he forced himself to stay focused and not be swayed by his desires, understanding that Dahlia's well-being was what truly mattered.
Unfazed, Abel watched Dahlia disappear from the room while still wearing her skimpy nightgown. Despite his intense desire to her, he was aware that there were more pressing issues to attend to. He made a strong effort to ignore his feelings and keep his attention on Dahlia, knowing that her welfare was what really important.
You've got to stay focused Abel, now is not the time to think of fucking your friend.
He rushes into the dining room and, as he finds his childhood friend sitting sensually at the table, his mouth drops.
"Dahlia, you can't be serious," he says,
"Bon appetite," she responds, spreading her legs and nibbling on a strawberry.
"I'm going to fuck you on this table Dahlia, I hope you don't mind"
"Not at all Abel" She winked and added, "It would be wonderful if you could." Abel stared at his plate, not really wanting to eat at the moment, but he couldn't help but be struck by Dahlia's beauty.
Abel was left wondering why she wasn't wearing a bra because of her attractive figure, which included curves in all the right places. Her nipples were also noticeable because they were firm and appeared to be showing through her flimsy blouse. Her thin waist gave the impression that her hips were even bigger than they actually were.
Abel was mesmerized by Dahlia's beauty, and he was sure she knew it, because she was showing off quite a bit.
Dahlia smiled seductively at Abel, who was staring at her. She knew exactly what she was doing, she wanted him to see just how sexy she really was.
"How about you, Abel?"
I have to get a Michael out of my mind for good...this is how things are meant to be, me and Abel.
Will you continue to stare at my face or will you take me from behind?" She asked , realizing that Abel wouldn't approach her until he was prepared to go all in.
Abel eventually looked up at Dahlia, speechless; he could not believe she was genuinely asking him if he wanted to have sex with her. He did not care any more, so he came up to her and ripped her robe off of her, exposing her naked body to him, he kissed her passionately, running his hands all over her body, he loved the feel of her skin, so soft and smooth.
Dahlia moaned loudly as Abel picked her up and tossed her on the table, knocking down the plates in the process, kissing her all over her body before sucking on her nipples. She loved it when Abel sucked on her nipples, bit them, licked them, nibbled on them.
Abel proceeded to kiss his way down her body, pausing only briefly to suck on her pussy lips; he liked the flavor of her juices, he loved the way she tasted, he loved everything about her.
He opened her legs wide and dipped his tongue deep inside her pussy, tasting her sweet nectar.
Dahlia squealed with delight, she loved having her pussy eaten and her clit played with; she reached down and drew Abel's head closer to her, wanting him to eat her pussy harder.
She was getting close to cumming, and she needed to cum quickly, on Abel's face. She yanked his head away from her pussy and urged him to get up because she was going to ride him.
Abel stood up from the table and pushed her legs back towards her chest, spreading her pussy wide open, running his cock up and down her wet slit, torturing her, he liked watching her struggle underneath him. Dahlia let out a loud moan as he gently slipped his cock into her tight hole; she enjoyed being fucked hard, and she loved it when a guy took control of her.
She placed her arms around his neck and drew him closer, eager to cum, wanting to feel his hot cum inside of her.
Abel began fucking Dahlia hard, and she could feel his cock striking her cervix, and she was loving every minute of it. Memories of Michael fucking her began to emerge, but were swiftly overshadowed by her growing orgasm.
I came so hard that I thought I had passed out, was it because I thought of Micheal, or was it because I enjoy being fucked by Abel.
"Who's Michael, Dahlia?" Abel asked as he collapsed on the chair.
"What?"