Offer!

She leaned in, breath warm on my lips.

'Do you want to have sex? With me, tonight? I see how you look at me, how your body's reacting. I want to touch you properly, feel that thick futa cock inside me, make you forget the homesickness for a while.' Her words were direct, unflinching, her hand now cupping my bulge fully, palm grinding against the rigid length, feeling it pulse and leak under her touch.

Emotions swirled—gratitude for her understanding, the ache of displacement, raw lust as my balls tightened, pussy dripping onto the couch.

I hesitated, heart pounding, pulling back slightly. 'Lena, I... I do want you. So much. But everything's new here—the job, the stares at my bulge, feeling like an outsider. What if this complicates things?' My voice trembled, eyes searching hers, the mix of fear and longing making my cock twitch harder in her grip, pre-cum soaking through.

She nodded, her touch gentle but firm, squeezing the base of my shaft through the dress. 'I get it. We're taking it slow, remember? This is just us, exploring. No pressure beyond what feels right.' Her empathy melted my doubts, the emotional bridge we'd built making the physical step feel safe, desired.

After a beat, I nodded, whispering, 'Yes. I want to have sex with you.' Anticipation crackled between us, her smile turning wicked as she tugged at my hem, eyes hungry for the reveal of my throbbing cock and slick pussy, the night stretching ahead with promises of moans, thrusts, and a deeper connection to chase away the shadows of my new world.