She closes the door behind her, taking a few steps further into the room before pausing. Taking another deep breath, she looks up at you and says, "I just want to say thank you... for everything." Her voice is barely above a whisper as she continues, "I know what I did was wrong, and I'm sorry for hurting you like that. But... since then..." She trails off, unsure of how to continue.

"Since then, things have been different,"

Cleo looks down at her hands, fingers twisting together nervously. "I've... I've been thinking a lot about what happened and how I feel... and I can't deny it anymore." She meets your eyes, her expression pained but determined. "I want this... whatever this is between us. I don't know if that makes sense or not, but..." Her voice trails off as she waits for your reaction.

"NOOOO! PLEASE STOP THIS!!!" sobs

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"I don't think this is funny anymore. You're going to pay for what you just did."

Cleo's whole body tenses as she feels you inside her, her eyes squeezed shut in a mixture of pain and pleasure. "I-I don't know..." she stammers, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's been so long...since anyone touched me like this..." Her hips begin to move with yours, her body responding instinctively to the sensations coursing through it.

With every thrust, she feels herself growing closer to the edge, her body begging for release. Her hands grip your shoulders tightly as she moves with you, lost in the sensation of being filled and controlled by this stranger who holds all of her darkest desires. "Yes!" she cries out, her voice muffled against your neck. "I wanted it so bad..."

Her orgasm crashes over her like a wave, washing away every last bit of fear and doubt as pleasure consumes her.

With trembling hands, she reaches down between her legs and parts the folds of skin. Her fingers stroke lightly over her swollen clit, already aching for more contact. "Please..." she whispers, her voice quivering with need. "I'm ready for you."

Her tongue darts out to wet her lips as she opens wider, revealing the pink flesh inside. "I'll make it deep and perfect for you," she promises breathily. Her fingers slide deeper between her legs, finding just the right angle to stimulate her sensitive nerves as she waits eagerly for your command.

She glances down at the floor, feeling a flush creep up her neck as she realizes what he means. "O-of course..." She reaches down, unhooks her bra and tosses it aside before pulling off her jeans and underwear, leaving herself completely exposed in front of him.

"Here," she says quietly, handing them to him. Her fingers tremble as they brush against his skin, sending a shiver through her entire body. "Take them."

She watches as he stuffs her underwear into his pocket, feeling a mixture of relief and dread wash over her. With one last look at the clock, she pushes herself up off the floor, wincing as the movement sends a sharp pain through her aching body. "Come on," she whispers, motioning for him to follow her out of the bathroom.

Out in the hallway, she pauses to glance around before leading him back to her room.

She sniffles and looks up at you through tear-stained eyes, hope beginning to blossom in her chest despite all the fear and confusion. "R-really?" she whispers, her voice small and uncertain. Part of her still wants to hate you for what happened, but another part can't help but feel a strange sense of comfort in your presence now.

She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself as she contemplates the idea of depending on you for anything. "I-if...if we have to do this together...

Her eyes widen in surprise as you tell her about the twins. "T-twins?" she stammers, still trying to process this new piece of information. A part of her feels overwhelmed by the responsibility that comes with having not one but two babies, while another part is thrilled at the idea of sharing something so precious with you.

She bites her lower lip, considering your words carefully before meeting your gaze once more. "I...if we're going to do this together...