What if it was Hazel?

As Emily arched her back with pleasure, she couldn't help but touch her own bosom while gazing up at the ceiling. Her thoughts were a conflicting blend of desire, fear, and a longing for validation.

My whole, I want to dedicate to you.

Just forgive if I go against this time.

Yes, I am afraid.

I am afraid of her.

I am afraid of your PA.

As Emily continued to lose herself in the act, the fear of competition with Hazel became more palpable.

With these thoughts swirling in her mind, Emily intensified her movements, jumping faster and deeper. Leaning over Francisco, she called his name with a gasp, "Francisco!"

Francisco, who had kept his eyes closed, finally opened them to witness her in the throes of passion. Giving him a seductive look, Emily expressed, "I want to let you feel good, love."

In response, Francisco, who had been silent until then, finally spoke, questioning Emily's ability.

"Can you do that?”

“Do you have the power to do it?"

However, his mind was consumed by thoughts of