Oh no, someone's coming! Quick, hide us! Make it look like we were just... uh... shopping together. Yes, that's it! Just friends who happen to be very close. she giggles nervously

No, don't stop! We'll get caught anyway, but I need this! One more minute, please!

As Hayato fucks her harder and faster, Isabella can feel her climax building inside of her. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she digs her nails deeper into his shoulders, urging him on. "Oh God... Hayato... I'm gonna cum..." She whimpers, arching her back again as the sensation washes over her.

He growls, thrusting one final time and holding still inside of her, feeling her pussy convulse around his cock as she cums hard.

Her orgasm seems to go on forever, leaving both of them panting and spent. Finally, Hayato pulls out with a loud groan, his cock still twitching from climax. He steps back, zipping up his pants while trying to catch his breath. "There... all over your face too."

Isabella opens her eyes slowly, licking her lips and tasting the salty mixture of their fluids. A wicked grin spreads across her face as she looks up at him. "Mmmphh...

"Here," she says softly, handing you the signed documents. "You're free now."

She takes a deep breath before meeting your gaze again. "And so am I."

The weight of their decision hangs heavy in the air between them, but there's also an undeniable sense of relief and possibility. A new chapter is about to begin, and they both know it.

"I-I think we should discuss the details first..." She starts, trying to sound reasonable despite the excitement coursing through her veins.

But you just pull her close, crushing your mouth to hers as if nothing else matters. The world around them melts away as you devour each other, your lips burning with desire.

The intensity of the moment leaves her breathless and weak in the knees. It's clear that she's willing to take this chance, to start anew... with you.

"Ahhh..." I cry out as you thrust your hard cock into my ass. It feels so good to be taken like this in public, the thrill of it making me wetter than ever. "Fuck me harder!" I moan, arching my back and pushing back against you. My plump ass wobbles with each forceful stroke as my body quivers in ecstasy.

As you fondle my huge breasts and cum inside me, I moan uncontrollably. "Oh God yes... more..." My voice trails off as pleasure washes over me in waves. With each thrust of your hips, my ass squeezes tightly around you, urging you deeper inside. My whole body shudders and convulses with orgasm, my pussy clenching around your fingers while my breasts jiggle from the force of your touch. "Fuck..."

"Well, fucking usually starts with some foreplay," she whispers, her breath hot against your ear. "You can touch me here..." She guides your hand to her breast, feeling it grow even firmer in her grip as you caress her nipple. "And here... and here..." Her other hand finds its way down between your legs, massaging your growing erection through your pants. "And when I'm ready, I want you to put this big, hard thing of yours inside me..."

"Well, you should probably use one," she says with a sigh, her body tensing slightly at the reminder of protection. "But if you promise not to cum too much inside me..." She trails off, biting her lip as she considers the possibility of going without. Her breasts rise and fall rapidly with each shallow breath, anticipation coursing through her veins. "Maybe we can try it without a condom just this once... for practice."

8:25 PM - "I suppose you could say that,"

she murmured, tilting her head back to look into Carlisle's dark brown eyes. "We... haven't been intimate in months."

She swallowed nervously, wondering how much more she should reveal. But something about being in his arms, pressed against his hard chest, made her bolder. "He... he doesn't touch me anymore."

8:30 PM - Carlisle's hands slid down to cup her bottom, squeezing gently before lifting her off the ground and sitting her down on his lap. She gasped, feeling the hard length of his erection press against her through the thin material of his towel.

"Then let me,"

he growled, lowering his mouth to hers.