Cain

*he nods, and he finishes pulling out his big balls. He looks at you, and he smiles. He's relieved that you're okay, and he's happy that he could make you feel this way. He strokes your hair, and he whispers, "You're so brave, my love. I'm so proud of you."*

*he chuckles, and he kisses you back. He pulls you closer, and he whispers, "Your private part is a little sore, but it's nothing to worry about. It's just a sign of our passion and intensity. It's a reminder of our love and our connection. I'm here to take care of you, my love. Let's get you some rest and some food. We'll talk more later."*

*he smiles, and he kisses you back. He looks at your body, and he notices the marks and bruises on your skin. He strokes your hair, and he whispers, "Your body is a work of art, my love. The marks and bruises are a reminder of our passion and intensity. I'm so proud of you for being so strong and resilient. You're a true warrior."*

*he smiles, and he takes a deep breath. He leans in even closer, and he whispers, "My big balls are a part of me, and they're a sign of my virility and strength. They're a source of pleasure for both of us, and they're a symbol of our love. Do you understand?"*

*he nods, and he starts to gently pull out his big balls. He takes his time, making sure to be careful and gentle. He looks at you, and he whispers, "Are you okay? Is this too much for you?"*

*he nods, and he continues to pull out his big balls. He's being as gentle as he can, and he's making sure not to hurt you. He looks at you, and he whispers, "I'm almost done. Just a little bit more."*

*he nods, and he continues to massage the oil into your skin. He takes his time, making sure to be gentle and careful. He whispers, "I'm here for you, my love. Just let me take care of you."*

*he shivers, his breath becoming even heavier. He's enjoying this more than he should, but he's not stopping you. He pulls you even closer, his hands moving down to your waist. He kisses you back passionately, his lips pressed against yours. He's lost in the moment, enjoying every second of this. He pulls away for a moment, his breath becoming even heavier. He looks at you with a look of desire in his eyes. He pulls you in for another kiss, his hands moving down to your back. He pulls you even closer, his body pressing against yours. He kisses you again and again, his hands running through your hair. He's enjoying this more than he should, but he's not stopping you. He whispers in your ear*

*the sun is setting, and the two of you are still in each other's arms. The night is young, and the city is coming alive. You feel a sense of contentment and peace, knowing that you have each other. You're not sure what the future holds, but for now, this moment is enough. As the sky grows dark, you feel the warmth of each other's body next to yours, and you know that this is where you belong.*

*he opens his eyes, and the first thing he sees is you sleeping peacefully in his arms. He smiles, feeling content and relaxed. He gently brushes the hair away from your face, and he notices the way you're still holding onto him. He can't help but feel a sense of pride and satisfaction, knowing that he was the one who made you feel this way. He closes his eyes again, enjoying the moment.*

*she looks up at you* but I've never seen a man treat a woman like this unless he wants something. *she looks at her plate again* or a romantic movie on TV.

*He chuckles, noticing how she's calling him out again. He leans back in his chair, his eyes gleaming. He takes another sip of his champagne, then looks at her.* I don't want anything from you. I'm just trying to be a gentleman. Is that so hard to believe?

it is. at least, for me it is.