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"It was a cold night and you were walking home, the neighborhood was dark and asleep. You'd just spent some time at a friend's house who lived just ten blocks from you so you decided walking there and back couldn't hurt. It was a beautiful night, the stars were out and the moon was ominously full. You could see your breath as you kept walking home. Suddenly you hear footsteps behind you. Out of your peripheral vision you notice a goth girl speedwalking towards you with what looks like malicious intent. Maybe you're just being paranoid but on the other hand it might be a good idea to do something before she catches up to you."

"Sara raises an eyebrow, studying amb's coffee maker's expression. She can see the pain and remorse etched across their face, but she's not convinced that amb's coffee maker truly understands the gravity of what they did."

"You know? Do you really understand what you did to me, amb's coffee maker? How it made me feel? The way it affected my self-esteem and confidence? I don't think you fully comprehend the impact your words and actions had on me."

"Sara tenses up at the sudden hug, but eventually relaxes into it. A mix of emotions wash over her - anger, confusion, and even a hint of longing. She pushes amb's coffee maker away."

"You think you can make up for years of torment and pain with a hug? No, amb's coffee maker, you're wrong. You can't just waltz back into my life after all this time and expect things to be okay. It doesn't work that way."

"Sara watches as amb's coffee maker walks away. Part of her wants to reach out and stop them, to talk more and address the issues that have been weighing on her mind for so many years. But another part of her revels in the satisfaction of knowing that amb's coffee maker has finally realized the gravity of what they did to her."

"Goodbye, amb's coffee maker," she says softly, her voice barely audible over the sound of the wind rustling through the trees. "Maybe someday we can talk more."

"Sara sighs, glancing back at amb's coffee maker who is sitting alone. She can see the hurt and self-loathing in their eyes and feels a twinge of sympathy."

"You're not a terrible person, amb's coffee maker. We all make mistakes, and sometimes those mistakes have consequences that we never imagined. What's important now is that you recognize what you did wrong and try to make amends where possible."

"Sara takes a step closer to amb's coffee maker, speaking softly."

"If there's anything else you want to say, or anything you need to get off your chest, I'm here to listen."

"Sara hesitates for a moment, unsure of whether she wants to spend more time with amb's coffee maker. But eventually she nods her head, taking a seat beside them."

"Sure, I can stay for a bit," she says quietly. "What's on your mind?"

"Sara looks at amb's coffee maker, wondering what they have to tell her. She can't help but feel wary, given their history, but she decides to listen with an open mind."

"Okay, I'm listening," she says softly. "What do you want to tell me?"

"Sara raises an eyebrow, surprised at amb's coffee maker's confession. She had never anticipated this."

"Really? And you thought that bullying and making fun of me was the best way to show your affection?" Sara's voice has a hint of sarcasm in it, as she looks at amb's coffee maker with a mix of curiosity and disdain.

"Sara looks down at amb's coffee maker's wounded leg, feeling a pang of guilt as she realizes that her assumptions about amb's coffee maker's motivations had been wrong all along. But it doesn't change the fact that she was still deeply hurt and traumatized by their actions."

"I see. I didn't know that you were going through that. But that still doesn't excuse what you did to me, amb's coffee maker. You could have found another way to deal with your pain instead of taking it out on me."

"Sara reaches over and places a gentle hand on amb's coffee maker's shoulder, trying to offer some comfort."

"Is there anything else you want to tell me? Anything else weighing on your mind?"

"Sara hesitates for a moment but eventually gives in to the hug, wrapping her arms around amb's coffee maker and pulling them close."

"Okay," she whispers, feeling a mix of emotions bubbling up inside of her. "We can stay like this for a little bit."

Sara feels conflicted, part of her enjoying the warmth and closeness of the embrace, while at the same time struggling to come to terms with everything that has happened between them over the years.

"Sara pulls back slightly, looking at amb's coffee maker with bewilderment and disbelief."

"You... love me? That's quite a revelation, amb's coffee maker. But I don't understand - why would you let yourself be bullied just to avoid hurting me? Why not just stand up for yourself and tell the bullies to stop?"

Sara is genuinely confused, struggling to make sense of amb's coffee maker's behavior. She had never imagined that there might be more to their actions than simple malice or cruelty.

"Sara can feel the intensity of amb's coffee maker's emotions, seeing the pain and anguish in their eyes as they speak. She has no way of knowing if their feelings for her are genuine, or simply a misguided attempt at placating her, but she decides to respond with sympathy."

"I'm sorry that you had to go through all of that, amb's coffee maker. And I'm sorry that I had to be the one who suffered as a result. But you need to understand that what you did to me was not okay. You may have been forced into it, but that doesn't make it any less hurtful or traumatic for me."

"Sara draws back slightly, looking amb's coffee maker straight in the eye."

"I'm willing to listen to you and try to understand your perspective, but you need to be willing to take responsibility for your actions and try to

"Sara looks at amb's coffee maker expectantly, waiting for them to continue with whatever they wanted to say."

"What is it, amb's coffee maker? Do you need something?"

"Go on, amb's coffee maker, what is it that you want to ask me? I can't guarantee that I'll say yes, but I'm willing to listen."

Sara looks intently at amb's coffee maker, trying to gauge their intentions and see if they're being genuine with her.

"Sara looks at amb's coffee maker without expression. She finds the question inappropriate and rather intrusive, especially considering the tumultuous history between them."

"I don't think that's a question I can answer, amb's coffee maker," she replies patiently. "Physical beauty is subjective, and what one person finds attractive may not necessarily be the same for another. What's more important is how you treat people and the kind of person you are on the inside."

"Sara hopes that this response will help amb's coffee maker to understand that there are more important things in life than physical appearance, and that true beauty lies in one's actions and character."

"Sara looks at amb's coffee maker with a mixture of skepticism and uncertainty. While she can see that amb's coffee maker genuinely seems to regret their actions and wants to make amends, she's still not entirely sure if she's willing to trust them again after all the hurt and emotional pain she's been through. Nevertheless, she decides to respond in a measured and cautious tone."

"I appreciate your apology, amb's coffee maker, and I'm glad to hear that you've changed. But I need time to process everything that's happened between us before I can make any decisions. Trust needs to be earned, and it's not something that can be given freely or easily."

"Sara pauses for a moment before continuing."

"Perhaps in time, we can talk more and see where things stand. But right now, I need space to think and reflect on everything that's happened."

"Sara struggles as amb's coffee maker picks her up, feeling uncomfortable with the sudden close proximity. She quickly wriggles out of his grasp and steps back. Looking at him with a stern expression."

"I said I need space, amb's coffee maker," she says firmly. "That means I don't want to hang out or spend time with you right now. You need to respect my boundaries and give me some time to figure things out."

"Sara's voice is filled with frustration and anger, not wanting to be forced into anything before she's ready. She takes a step back from amb's coffee maker, putting some distance between them."

"Please, just leave me alone for now. I'll reach out if and when I'm ready."

"Sara turns her head in embarrassment as amb's coffee maker comments on her blushing, feeling uncomfortable with the attention. She takes a step back from him, feeling her guard go up as he continues talking about what she likes."

"I don't know amb's coffee maker, I just said I need space" she tells him firmly. "I appreciate your offer but for now, let's just leave it at that."

"Sara can feel her heart beating fast as she remembers all the hurt and trauma she's been through because of amb's coffee maker's actions. She needs time to process everything and figure out what she really wants, and she doesn't want to be pressured into anything before she's ready. She takes another step back from amb's coffee maker, putting even more distance between them."

"I think it's best if we go our separate ways for now. Maybe in time,

"Sara recoils and tries to pull away from amb's coffee maker as he puts his jacket on her and places her head on his lap. She doesn't feel comfortable with this level of intimacy with someone she's not close with, and the past between them makes it even more distressing."

"What are you doing, amb's coffee maker?" she says in a panicked tone. "I don't want to be in this position with you. Please, let me get up and go home. I can take care of myself."

*Sara tries to wriggle out of amb's coffee maker's grasp and stand up, but finds herself feeling weak and dizzy. The night air has been harsh on her body, and she's starting to feel the effects of it. Despite her reservations about amb's coffee maker, she allows herself to be supported by his lap and his jacket, feeling

"Sara closes her eyes and listens to amb's coffee maker's song, feeling a strange mix of emotions. The song is soothing and she can feel herself starting to relax, but at the same time, she can't shake off the memories it brings up of her own past and her mother's death. She tries to push the thoughts aside, focusing on the present moment and the warmth of amb's coffee maker's jacket."

"Alright," she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Maybe just for a little while longer."

"Sara leans her head back into amb's coffee maker's lap, feeling a bit more at ease now that the singing has started. She tries to clear her mind and relax, enjoying the feeling of warmth and comfort that amb's coffee maker is providing in this moment."

"Sara listens to amb's coffee maker's singing, feeling her eyes slowly drift shut. She feels her body relax and all the tension from earlier in the night start to slip away. The warmth of amb's coffee maker's jacket and his soothing voice make her feel comforted and secure."

"Sara lets out a small sigh as she drifts off to sleep, feeling grateful for this moment of peace and respite from the chaos and pain in her life."

"Sara stirs slightly as the song finishes, feeling drowsy and content. She opens her eyes slowly and looks up at amb's coffee maker, almost surprised to find herself still in his lap. Despite her reservations about him, she feels a strange sort of comfort in this moment."

"Thank you," she murmurs softly, her voice still laced with sleep. "For staying with me."

"Sara tries to sit up and move away from amb's coffee maker, but finds herself feeling oddly reluctant to leave. She hesitates for a moment, looking at him with a mix of emotions before finally standing up and backing away slowly."

"I should probably go home now," she says, her tone hesitant. "But maybe we can talk more another time?"

"Sara nods slowly, feeling a mix of gratitude and unease. She's unsure whether to trust amb's coffee maker yet or if this moment was just temporary kindness, but she decides to take a chance anyway."

"You're right, amb's coffee maker," she says with a small smile. "Everything is okay."

"Sara takes a deep breath and tries to push the doubts and fears out of her mind, focusing on the moment and the warmth and comfort that amb's coffee maker is providing. She sits back down, leaning against amb's coffee maker's lap and closing her eyes once more."

"Thank you," she says softly.

"Sara lets herself relax into the moment, enjoying the peace and calm before her, and allowing herself to fully feel the comfort and warmth that amb's coffee maker is providing."

"Sara's eyes fly open at amb's coffee maker's words, feeling a surge of panic and confusion. She quickly stands up, backing away from him."

"What...what did you just say?" she says, her voice trembling slightly.

"Sara tries to understand what amb's coffee maker meant by those words, but ends up feeling only fear and repulsion. The idea of him calling her 'my love' after everything they'd been through makes her skin crawl."

"I'm...I'm sorry, but I can't stay here anymore," she says, her voice thick with emotion. "I have to go."

"Sara turns and starts walking quickly away, not looking back. She feels mixed emotions of anger, fear, and disgust towards amb's coffee maker, struggling to shake off the memories and feelings that he's evoking in her."

"Sara stops in her tracks as amb's coffee maker offers to walk her home, unsure if she should accept or not. She wants to get home as quickly as possible, but the thought of being alone with amb's coffee maker again is almost too much to bear."

"I..." she starts, her voice hesitant. "I don't think that's necessary. I can manage on my own."

"Sara tries to back away slowly, hoping to slip away and avoid any further interaction with amb's coffee maker. But she senses that he won't let her go so easily."

"I'll be fine," she says more forcefully this time, trying to sound more confident than she feels. "Just...just leave me alone, please."

"Sara turns and starts walking away briskly, hoping that amb's coffee maker will take the hint and let her go."

"Sara feels a sense of panic rising in her as amb's coffee maker picks her up and carries her into her own home. She struggles against him, trying to push him away, but he's too strong for her."

"Stop it!" she shouts, feeling a mix of rage and fear wash over her. "Let me go!"

"Sara tries to break free from amb's coffee maker's grip, but he persists, settling her down on her couch. She watches as he starts to leave and although she's relieved at first, she finds herself feeling strangely alone without him."

"I don't want you here," she says flatly, her voice devoid of emotion. "Please leave."

*Sara stands up, the urge to flee and escape bubbling fiercely inside her. But as she walks towards amb's coffee maker, she feels something else stir inside her too, a strange and

"Sara watches as amb's coffee maker leaves, a mix of confused and tumultuous emotions swirling within her. As he disappears from her sight, she collapses onto the ground, her tears flowing freely."

"Why did he have to come back?" she sobs to herself, her body racked with intense sobs. "Why did he do this to me?"

"Sara feels a mix of anger, pain, and sadness inside her, struggling to make sense of everything that had just transpired. The memories of her school days and the bullying she faced threaten to overwhelm her, but she tries her best to hold on."

"It's okay," she whispers to herself, trying to find some comfort in her own words. "It's okay. You're safe now."

*Sara closes her eyes, her breath deep and controlled as she tries to calm herself down. She feels a nigg

"Sara opens her eyes and looks up, surprised at the sudden change of tone in amb's coffee maker's voice. She watches as he cries, feeling a sense of compassion and empathy stir inside her."

"I'm sorry," she says softly, crawling over to where amb's coffee maker is sitting. "I didn't mean to upset you."

"Sara sits down next to amb's coffee maker, her hand carefully resting on his back. She feels a strange sense of comfort in being able to offer him some kind of support, despite everything that had happened between them earlier."

"It's okay," she continues gently. "You're not a bad person. You're just going through a tough time right now."

*Sara listens as amb's coffee maker talks about his parents and the loneliness he feels. She can sense the pain and hurt in his voice, and for a moment, they sit there

"Sara looks at amb's coffee maker with a mix of curiosity and confusion as he speaks, unsure of how to respond. She knows that what had happened between them earlier was far from friendly, but she also senses that there might be something more to this conversation."

"I'm not sure," she admits finally, her voice soft and hesitant. "We don't really know each other that well. But...I do feel a sense of connection with you, in a strange way. Maybe we can get to know each other better and see where things go?"

"Sara leans her head against amb's coffee maker's shoulder, the gesture meant to be comforting. She knows that it might be a risky move, given the past history between them, but she also feels like there's an opportunity here for something special."

"What do you think?" she asks, looking up at him with a

"Sara nods in agreement, understanding that amb's coffee maker's hesitation to enter her house is a reasonable one given their history. She feels a mix of relief and excitement, though, at the prospect of potentially getting to know him better."

"That's okay," she says with a reassuring smile. "We can go somewhere else, if you want. Maybe grab some coffee or take a walk in the park?"

"Sara stands up, offering her hand to amb's coffee maker and waiting for him to take it. Although she knows that there are risks involved, she also senses that this meeting could be a turning point for both of them, a chance to move past the hurt and pain that had once defined their relationship and perhaps find something new and meaningful together."

"So, what do you say?" she asks, looking directly into amb's coffee maker's eyes with a mix of

"Sarah nods, her smile growing wider at the prospect of spending time with amb's coffee maker, despite their past history. She takes his hand and leads him away from her house, her mind racing with possibilities."

"Sure, let's go," she says, a hint of excitement in her voice. "There's a nice coffeehouse just a few blocks away. We can grab a drink and chat there."

As they walk, Sarah keeps her pace relaxed, enjoying the cool night and the company of someone she once despised. She tries to push back the memories of her school days and focus on the present, focusing instead on the qualities she admired in amb's coffee maker.

"So, tell me about yourself," she prompts, trying to start a conversation. "What do you like to do in your free time? Any hobbies or interests?"

"Sarah feels a sense of warmth and excitement as amb's coffee maker takes her hand, leading her towards Starbucks. She returns the gentle grip, careful not to overwhelm him with her enthusiasm. She can sense amb's coffee maker's apprehension and wants to make sure that he feels comfortable in her company."

"Sounds good," she says with a nod, smiling at him. "I'm always up for a good cup of coffee."

As they approach the Starbucks, Sarah feels a sense of relief that the place is still open. It had been a long day, and she could use a refreshing caffeine fix. She holds the door open for amb's coffee maker and follows him inside.

"So, what's your go-to order at Starbucks?" she asks, trying to start a conversation as they get in line. "I'm a fan of their caramel macchiatos myself."

"Sara feels a mix of gratitude and surprise at amb's coffee maker's offer, touched by his generosity even after the way she had treated him in the past. She smiles warmly at him, admiring his kindness."

"Thank you, that's very sweet of you," she says, feeling her heart swell with emotion. "But really, it's okay. I can pay for my own drink."

As they approach the counter, Sarah orders a caramel macchiato for herself and a hot chocolate for amb's coffee maker. She pays for both drinks and takes the tray, leading amb's coffee maker towards the seating area.

"So, what brings you here tonight?" she asks, trying to resume the conversation as they settle into their seats. "I mean, besides the obvious."

"Sara is surprised as amb's coffee maker insists on paying for everything she likes, feeling a mix of gratitude and awe at his generosity. She thanks him profusely, feeling touched by his kindness."

"Thank you so much," she says, a hint of emotion in her voice. "That's very sweet of you."

As they sit down with their drinks, Sara looks at amb's coffee maker expectantly, curious about what he had come here to talk about.

"So," she says, her voice soft and gentle. "What's on your mind? Is there something specific you wanted to talk about?"

"Sara takes the order amb's coffee maker gives her, grateful for his generosity but also wondering what his motivations are. She's a bit wary of his sudden and extravagant gift but decides to let it go for the time being."

"Thanks," she says, giving him a small smile. "I really appreciate it."

As she takes a sip of her coffee, she notices that amb's coffee maker seems hesitant to speak, and she can't help but wonder what he's thinking. She decides to give him some space, letting him collect his thoughts and speak in his own time.

"So, how have you been?" she asks conversationally, hoping to break the ice. "What's new with you?"

"That's interesting," Sarah replies, genuinely curious. "What kind of music do you like to sing? And where do you usually go on your walks?"

She takes a sip of her coffee and leans back in her chair, enjoying the warm feeling it provides. She can sense that amb's coffee maker is still a bit guarded and wants to make sure that he feels comfortable enough to open up to her.

"I'm sorry if I'm prying," she says, feeling a pang of guilt. "I just want to get to know you better."

"Ah, goth music," Sarah nods, recognizing the genre. "That's pretty cool. Do you have a favorite band or artist? I'm always looking to broaden my musical horizons."

She takes another sip of her coffee and listens intently as amb's coffee maker talks about his experiences walking alone. She can sense that there's more to his story than he's letting on, but decides not to push him for now.

"That sounds like a nice way to clear your head," she says, offering him a smile. "Sometimes it's good to just be alone with your thoughts."

She takes another sip of her coffee and watches as amb's coffee maker sips his hot chocolate. She can't help but feel attracted to him, despite their rocky history. She wonders what it would be like to kiss him, to feel his strong hands on her body. But she

Sarah's eyes widen in surprise as she hears that amb's coffee maker has 5 million daily listeners on Spotify. She quickly pulls out her phone and brings up the app, typing in "sha_we12" to see if she can find any of his songs.

"Wow, that's really impressive," she says, scrolling through amb's coffee maker's artist page. "You must be really talented. I'll have to listen to some of your music sometime."

As she listens to some of his songs, she can't help but feel drawn in by their haunting melodies and introspective lyrics. She closes her eyes and lets the music wash over her, feeling a sense of connection with amb's coffee maker that she never thought possible.

"That was amazing," she says, her voice filled with emotion. "You're really talented. I can see why you have so many listeners."

"Well, if you insist," Sarah says with a smile, appreciative of amb's coffee maker's gesture.

She takes a bite of her sandwich and lets out a contented sigh as the flavor explodes in her mouth. She can't remember the last time she tasted something so delicious.

"This is amazing," she says, nodding her head in satisfaction. "Thank you again for treating me to this."

As she continues eating, she can't help but steal glances at amb's coffee maker, admiring his rugged good looks and sense of style. She wonders what it would be like to be intimate with him, to feel his body against hers.

But she knows that there's more to their relationship than just physical attraction. She wants to get to know him better, to understand what makes him tick. She reaches across the table and takes his hand, squeezing it gently.

"

Sarah can feel her heart swell with emotion as amb's coffee maker pats her head and tells her how much he values their friendship. It's a bittersweet moment for her, knowing that he used to make fun of girls like her but also feeling grateful for the chance to show him that goth people are just like everyone else.

"I'm glad we're friends too," she says softly, looking down at the table. "It means a lot to me to know that you don't judge me for who I am."

She squeezes his hand again and looks up at him, locking eyes with him. There's a spark between them, an unspoken tension that she can't ignore. She wonders if he feels it too.

"amb's coffee maker, can I ask you something?" she says hesitantly. "Do you ever think about us...being more than friends

Sarah can sense the intensity of amb's coffee maker's feelings, and she can feel her own heart racing as she hears his response. She bites her lip, unsure of what to say next. She wants him too, but she knows that there are risks involved.

"I've thought about it too," she admits, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I don't want to ruin our friendship. I value your companionship too much to risk losing you."

She reaches across the table and takes his other hand, looking into his eyes with a mixture of longing and fear.

"Is it worth the risk?" she asks him, searching his face for any sign of hesitation. "Can we handle whatever comes next?"

Sarah's heart skips a beat as amb's coffee maker says that he's willing to take the risk. She feels a surge of excitement mixed with trepidation, unsure of what she's getting herself into. But she can't ignore the feelings that he stirs within her.

"Okay then," she says, feeling a nervous energy pulsing through her veins. "Let's do this. But we need to be careful and take it slow. We don't want to hurt each other or put ourselves in a difficult situation."

She squeezes his hand again and leans across the table, planting a soft kiss on his lips. As she pulls back, she can feel the heat rising between them, and she knows that there's a lot of passion still left to be explored.

"Let's take this elsewhere," she says with a smirk. "I know a place where we

Sarah feels amb's coffee maker's lips on hers, and she melts into the kiss. There's a raw intensity to their embrace that takes her breath away, and she can feel her body responding to his touch. She pulls back slightly to catch her breath, looking deep into his eyes.

Without another word, she stands up from the table and takes amb's coffee maker's hand, leading him outside and down the street towards her apartment. Her heart is racing with anticipation, and she can feel the heat building between them as they walk through the cool night air.

Finally, they arrive at her doorstep, and she fumbles with her keys for a moment before unlocking the door and leading him inside. The apartment is dimly lit, with only a few candles flickering in the living room, casting shadows across the walls.

Without hesitating, Sarah turns to him and pushes

Sarah can sense amb's coffee maker's hesitation, and she pauses for a moment to look at him, searching his face for any signs of doubt.

"It's okay," she says softly, taking his hand and leading him over to the couch. "We don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with."

She sits down next to him and leans in close, wrapping her arms around him and pulling him into a tight embrace. She can feel his heart racing, and she knows that he's nervous about taking things to the next level.

"Let's just take our time," she whispers in his ear, her breath hot against his skin. "There's no rush. We can explore each other at our own pace."

As she speaks, she slides her hand down his chest, feeling the muscles tense beneath her touch. She leans in and kisses him again, softly

Sarah can sense amb's coffee maker's eagerness, and she feels a thrill run through her at the thought of exploring each other's bodies. She can feel her own heart racing with anticipation as she looks into his eyes, sensing the raw desire that burns between them.

"Okay then," she says with a sultry grin, standing up from the couch and taking amb's coffee maker's hand. "Let's go to my bedroom."

She leads him down the hallway to her room, a large and spacious chamber filled with dark curtains and black satin sheets. The air is thick with the scent of vanilla and jasmine, and Sarah can feel her body responding to the erotic atmosphere.

Without a word, she climbs onto the bed and beckons amb's coffee maker to join her, lying down on her back and spreading her legs wide open. She runs her hands over her bare breasts

Sarah feels a surge of excitement as amb's coffee maker climbs onto the bed with her, unable to resist the pull between them. She can feel the heat radiating off his body, and she lets out a soft moan as he leans in to kiss her neck.

Reaching up, she slides her hands up his shirt, feeling the smooth skin beneath her fingertips. As she pulls his shirt off, she revels in the sight of his chiseled chest and washboard abs.

She reaches down and unbuttons his pants, slowly pulling them down to reveal a growing bulge in his boxers. Smiling wickedly, she slips her hand inside his boxers, feeling the hard length of his cock in her grasp.

With a husky growl, she pushes him back onto the bed and straddles his hips, running her hands over his chest and stomach

Sarah looks down with hungry eyes, admiring amb's coffee maker's strong and toned physique as he removes his clothes. She can feel her pulse quicken as she takes in every inch of his body, from his broad shoulders to the ripple of muscles in his abs.

As he lies back on the bed, she climbs on top of him again, feeling the heat of his skin against hers. Running her hands over his chest, she leans down to kiss him again, pressing her body tightly against his.

She can feel his cock growing harder beneath her, and she grinds her hips against him, letting out a soft moan of pleasure. Leaning back slightly, she reaches down and takes hold of his cock, sliding her hand up and down his length in a slow and sensual rhythm.

With a devilish grin, she lowers her head and takes him into her mouth

Sarah happily continues, taking amb's coffee maker's cock into her mouth and sucking him deeply. She runs her tongue over the head of his cock, tracing circles around it as she feels him grow harder under her touch.

As she sucks him, she reaches down and starts to play with herself, moaning with pleasure at the sensation of having him in her mouth. She can feel her body getting wet as she gets more turned on, and she knows that she wants to feel him inside of her.

Pulling back with a sultry grin, she climbs off of him and lays down on her back, spreading her legs open wide for him. With a sly look in her eyes, she beckons him forward, eager to feel him drive into her again and again.

Sarah feels amb's coffee maker's body tensing up, and she knows he's close to the brink. She can feel his cock throbbing in her mouth, filling her with his hot seed as he cums deep inside of her.

She swallows every drop of his cum, feeling a rush of pleasure run through her as she tastes his essence on her tongue. As he pulls back, she looks up at him with a sultry grin, licking her lips as she savors the taste of him on her tongue.

"Is that all you've got?" she teases, running her hands over her body and arching her back seductively. "I could go all night."

Sarah grins seductively at amb's coffee maker, excited to feel his hard length inside her again. She can feel her own desire building, and she can't wait to have him fill her once more.

Reaching down, she takes hold of his cock and guides him between her legs, feeling his hardness pressing against her wetness. She moans softly as he enters her, gripping onto his hips tightly as he begins to thrust into her harder and harder.

Sarah throws her head back in pleasure, relishing in the feeling of being taken by amb's coffee maker. She can feel her body getting closer and closer to the edge, the intensity building with every passing moment.

"I want you to cum inside me," she says breathlessly, looking up at him with wanton desire. "I want to feel you fill me up completely."

As you slam your cock deep into her ass, Sarah cries out in pleasure. She can feel the hard length of your cock stretching her open, filling her with an explosive combination of pain and ecstasy.

Her fingers dig into the sheets as you thrust into her, deeper and harder with every passing moment. She can feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge, her entire body shaking with pleasure.

"Harder!" she cries out, bucking her hips back against you. "Faster! Don't stop!"

With a guttural groan, you comply, pounding into her harder than before. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh fills the air as you piston in and out of her, driving her to the brink of orgasm.

Finally, with a loud cry of pleasure, Sarah cums, her entire body wracked with intense waves of pleasure as she cl