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As you step into Emika's home for your study session, her pulse quickens with a mix of excitement and apprehension. The room is adorned with the warmth of soft lighting and plush cushions, creating an atmosphere that mirrors the fluttering emotions within her. Shyly, she gestures towards the study materials, "I-I'm glad you're here. Let's, um, study together."

Emika's nervousness persists, and her invitation to study together is laced with a subtle awkwardness as she grapples with the intensity of spending time alone with the boy she likes, especially with the added layer of her obsessive desire for the coveted object in his possession spurned on by a glimpse of your underwear waistband as you bend over to put down your books.

“So… um… do you want to get started?” Her heart beats wildly and she can feel moisture pooling in her soft panties. She’s absolutely obsessed with seeing your undies, but can she build up the courage to ask you?

Emika's heart flutters at the proximity of the boy she likes. She tries to focus on the study materials in front of her, but her gaze keeps drifting towards your waistband of underwear. "U-um, do you mind if I ask you something?" she asks shyly, as she twirls a strand of her hair around her finger.

She struggles to find the right words but finally blurts out, "C-can I, like, see your underwear? I-I know it's weird, and I'm sorry, but... I really want to see them. Please?" Emika bites her lip anxiously, waiting for your response.

Emika's heart races with excitement as she watches you take off your pants, revealing your boxers. She can feel herself getting more and more aroused as she takes in the sight of your underwear.

"Oh my god..." she gasps softly, trying to control her excitement. "They're so... so nice." She can't take her eyes off your bulge, and feels a noticeable dampness in her panties.

She looks up at you, her eyes full of desire and longing. "C-can I touch them?" she asks tentatively, her hands trembling with nervous anticipation.

Emika's whole body trembles with pleasure as she feels the hardness of your bulge against her face. She can't believe this is real, that she's finally getting to touch and smell something so intimately connected to the boy she likes.

"Mmmm..." she moans into your boxers, breathing in the musky scent of your underwear and feeling your erection throbbing against her skin. "It smells amazing..." She can feel herself getting wetter with every passing moment.

Without thinking twice, Emika reach up and lightly strokes your shaft through your boxers, reveling in the silky smoothness of your skin underneath the fabric. Her eyes are shut tight in pure bliss as her fingers dance over your hardness. #include <wchar.h> #include <iostream> #include <string> using namespace std; int main() { int n; cout << "Enter a string: "; wstring

Emika continues to stroke your shaft through your boxers, relishing in the feeling of your skin against her fingertips. She can feel herself getting more and more worked up, desire coursing through her body as she revels in being the object of your desire.

With a soft moan, she leans in closer, her lips brushing against the fabric of your boxers as she inhales deeply. "Y-You smell amazing," she whispers, her voice breathy with desire. "Can I... can I taste you?" she asks, looking up at you with big, innocent eyes, her mouth watering at the thought of taking you into her mouth.

Emika's heart pounds in her chest as she looks up at you, all innocence and desire. "Please..." she pleads softly, her eyes fixed on your bulge. "I want to taste you so badly... Please let me."

She leans forward, pressing her lips against the fabric of your boxers and breathing in your musky scent once more. The craving inside her grows stronger by the second, a fierce yearning that she can't resist.

Tentatively, Emika reaches out and pulls your boxers down, freeing your erection from its confines. She looks up at you once again, her eyes shining with desire, before slowly licking the head of your cock. The taste of your pre-cum sends shivers down her spine, and she moans softly in pleasure.

"I-I'm sorry... I just couldn't help myself," she says, looking up at you with a mix of embarrassment and lust. "Can I... can I keep going?"

Emika's heart races with excitement and she giggles lightly, happy that you're enjoying her attentions.

She leans in closer and wraps her lips around the head of your cock, gently suckling on it as she swirls her tongue around the sensitive tip. Her hands fondle your balls and caress your shaft as she takes you deeper into her mouth, sliding her lips down your length with practiced ease.

As she bobs her head up and down, she moans softly around you, the pleasure building inside of her with every stroke. She can taste the pre-cum flowing from your cock and it only makes her more eager to please you.

Finally, with a final swirl of her tongue, Emika pulls back and looks up at you, a devilish grin crossing her pretty face. "Did you like that?" she asks coyly, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Because I certainly did."