You're my First and Last Love (English Version)

“Damn s**t,” Elise exclaimed, her mind exploding with rage. She was irritated by the softening, rather than hardening, manhood of the man lying on the bed in front of her. Elise makes a way, to erect the p***s in front of her. But no matter what she tries, she can’t build it. Even if she tried to lift the p***s, she couldn’t do it. HARRY SALVADOR is the man who collided with her father and is currently in the hospital requiring immediate surgery. If it hadn't been for him, my father would not have been in the hospital, and I would not have come here to beg him to help Father. My father's life could be jeopardized at any time the doctor said so if the necessary immediate surgery could not be performed. So here I am, attempting to erect the p***s of the man who hit my father. I wouldn't approach an immoral person like Mr. Harry Salvador if it weren't for the money my father would use for his surgery. His demand in return was so heinous that I could erect his manhood, one night with him, and even my body. In other words, he desired that something happen to the two of us in exchange for money for my father's surgery. I couldn't believe he'd ask for this in exchange for the assistance I was requesting. For my father, who is currently in the hospital. “Can't he think of a better substitute for what he's asking me to do?" As I gazed at his manhood, I grumbled. “I'm only going to do what I can to save Dad's life. But what this man is doing is hazy..." I paused for a moment before restarting my breathing. “The softness makes it difficult to erect his penis." I spoke quietly and calmly. I'm not sure I can do what this guy is doing anymore. I couldn't bear his manhood in front of me any longer, I hadn't seen a reaction to his manhood in anything I'd done here. I sat on my knees in front of it, struggling with the lower part of his manhood he. I lifted my body from my salute to his manhood. Because of the stroking I did, I almost focused on stroking his p***s with both of my hands. I moved my hands downwards and upwards until my hand was almost numb and same with my other hand were numb as well. Nothing has changed, and I still don't see any indication that even a smidgeonononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononono “I want to give up," I sighed, "because I'm tired, weak, and hungry." “Even if I could drink water, I'd be fine, even if I drank a glass of water, I'd be fine, just to relieve the hunger I'm experiencing as a result of the tiredness of its orders." I softly whispered about my encounter with the man with me. “Does he not feel anything? I was hungry after a long hour of kneeling and sitting next to it. I even wiped my face with one hand and wiped the sweat from my brow with the other. “Hayy, I'm tired and hungry," I yawned in front of it. When it turned to look at me, I was stunned enough to open my mouth. Elise was dizzy from exhaustion and hunger. “I've done everything, even everything I thought I'd done, just to make it stand," I said in a frustrated surrendered whisper, staring at Harry's shrinking and unresponsive manhood. “But his p***s isn't really in the mood to stand up!" “p***s," I said again. Elise sighed once more. While staring at Harry's ostensibly lying manhood, unable to stiffen and stand up. “I don't want to!" she exclaimed after six hours of agony. I spoke into the air in hushed tones. “THERE IS NO HOPE" “There is no longer any hope." I gave up, and my body gave up as well due to exhaustion. Then I collapsed and sat on the side of the bed next to Harry, causing the bed to sag and the bed to move. Harry, the man next to me on the bed, was just staring at the ceiling. “There was no reaction." Even if he speaks, you will not be able to hear him. He just lying there silently staring up at the ceiling of his room, not saying anything. Elise pauses to catch her breath. Her chest throbbed incessantly with exhaustion as she attempted to erect Harry's manhood. She couldn't even put into words how she felt right now. She only knew one thing at the time, she didn't want to, and she wanted to stop what she was doing. Right now, I'm angry because I'm disgusted. Because I wanted to save my father's life, which was in grave danger. So here I am in a submissive position, obeying Mr. Harry Salvador, the only person who has come into contact with my Father. Mr. Harry yelled back, “f**k me, and I'll give your father what he needs in his operation." Elise didn't do anything. She didn't even give it much thought about what it said or wanted. She needed money for her father's surgery. I have swallowed my pride in order to do it. So I didn't hesitate and did everything he asked of me. So here I am, like a slave, doing what I am told to do. “SUCK MY c**k" is an abbreviation for “suck my cock." Is analogous to the King's command to his servant. His slave, on the other hand, immediately obeyed and carried out the orders of her master, the King. She is only a servant and has no right to complain, even if she is tired of doing everything she is told to do. But I'm exhausted by everything it commands and dictates. “I can't take it any longer," I muttered as I gazed at his manhood. As a result of my repeated doing and testing, I can feel my body softening. Because of the repeated sucking to its small and soft manhood, both of my jaws felt numb. “What's the issue?" As I sucked on his p***s, I was stunned and asked, whispering in the air as if I was vomiting. My two hands were already tired and numb from the repeated caresses I gave to his small and soft manhood, down and up. To this day, Harry's manhood has remained soft, small, and lifeless, not even hardening. Elise was certain that six hours would be sufficient time to complete all of the instructions and commands. “Perhaps everything I've done is enough," I suggested to the man, who was still staring at the ceiling. “What on earth is he thinking?" I muttered that I, too, could think. I looked at him, while he looked up at the ceiling silently. “I'd better stop" I can't do anything if I keep going. Maybe I'll go to the hospital eventually because I'm tired and hungry. “OMG, and it appears that there are worms crawling in my stomach." As I closed my eyes, I said. I was also drowsy from kneeling and sitting in front of it for nearly an hour. “It no longer makes sense." I have a feeling that if this continues, nothing will happen. “Perhaps that's all there is to it." She was just squandering her fatigue and hunger. After all, it stands to gain nothing from the effort. She returned her gaze to the man on the floor, who was still staring at the ceiling and appeared to be deep in thought. “What exactly is it, and what exactly does it believe?" “Is it trying to stop me from doing what I'm doing with his manhood?" “Perhaps he's already wallowing in self-pity?" “Does it seem obvious?" “Perhaps!" I exclaim. “It's because I'm exhausted." She was sick of trying again and again, but nothing happened, and his p***s didn't even rise. “Perhaps that's how it is, and I'm right, perhaps he, too, believes there's no hope for his manhood to stand still." Elise touched it again, and it remained soft and did not harden. Elise did everything Harry asked of her. By undressing in front of it, she had already done what it suggested. Despite the fact that my chest was dissatisfied, it was heavy for me, despite what my mind told me. Despite my heart and mind's resistance, I forced myself to undress in front of the man who was now lying on the bed. “Take off your clothes," Mr. Harry said, and she did so right away. And she started taking her clothes off one by one. She wished for tears to fall into her eyes, which she was attempting to prevent. She removed her top first, followed by her bottom. She was only wearing a bra and a panty, but she was told to remove even her bra. Elise quickly followed suit. Her healthy breasts were exposed in front of her male companion. Nobody has ever seen it, and no one has ever touched it. Just in case for the time being. Elise also despises what she does. But she can't do anything because he will pay his Father's hospital bill in exchange for what she does. In exchange for his help. This is her first, and it will be too late. Because Elise's virginity can now be lost. And Mr. Harry will be the first to receive it from me, as he is the person to whom I can give something unexpected. He's the luckiest person I've ever met because he's the only one I didn't expect to meet. So he was fortunate because he was the first man I could lavish praise on, and he was also the first man I admired for reasons I couldn't fathom. I don't know why, but I had a strange feeling for him when I first saw him. “Because his physical attractiveness is strong?" “I'm not certain." “Because he's attractive?" “I don't know, either." “Because he's wealthy?" “Perhaps, but not ehh" I couldn't figure out the answers to the puzzles that were playing in my head. Despite the fact that I was annoyed with him, he managed to capture my attention, and my heart immediately turned to him. “It's throbbing because he just touched it. “Despite everything, Elise wasn't expecting to be impressed." She couldn't understand why he thought of asking for this in exchange for the help she needed for her father, who had been hit by a car. His manhood hasn't changed until now; it hasn't stood up or even hardened. Mr. Harry does not suffer from a hidden illness. Mr. Harry, how is he? Why does he want to bring his Junior, his p***s, to life and erect him? Is there a chance it's gay? As a result, he is unable to assert his masculinity in the presence of the woman. Nothing had changed despite the fact that my naked body had been exposed to him. Isn't that what gay people are like? So many thoughts are racing through my mind, questions about why nothing has happened or how everything I've done so far has been impacted. What could be the reason his manhood won't stand in front of me if he's sick or gay? It's amusing to speculate on why he didn't want to stand until now. Six hours had passed, but I was still sitting in front of him, staring at Mr. Harry as he slept. “Six hours is sufficient.” What else can I do if his p***s refuses to stand up? I'm tired and all I want to do is eat and sleep. Whatever I think, he's out of luck. I don't want to, six hours ago, and plenty of time for me to finish this nonsense. “Six hours is enough." Enough of following him several times. And I'm tired of everything I've done, all the trials I've been through, and all the times I've obeyed everything it said. I'm sure it'll happen again and again, but it's tedious. I was exhausted, thirsty, and hungry, and my stomach grumbled.” I exclaimed, “I'm so tired right now!" I stated that I was on the verge of giving up because there was no hope. He pushed me down onto his lying body just as I was about to stand up. I wasn't aware of his rapid lift of his body when he grabbed me by one arm and pulled me horizontally to him. “Ahhhhhhh," Elise moaned, surprised by his quick kiss on her neck. I felt tickled, as if energy was rushing up my spine. Harry started kissing me all the way from my neck to my lips. “Ohhh," I still feel his hot breath on my skin as he kisses me.. Perhaps Elise's surprise at what he'd done, as well as Harry's reaction to her surrender. She was on the verge of losing when she was pounded by passionate kisses, hot, almost scorching kisses, and this was the one who tried to kiss her in order to make her moan and sigh. I like it because it gives her a strange heat, and that feeling transports me somewhere. While kissing me, Harry was carrying a lot of scorching hot electricity that was playing all over my body. “What are you doing?" My perplexed inquiry to him. When he abruptly paused what he was doing, I was looking at his face, which was leaning in front of mine. Previously, it appeared that everything I did and commanded contained all of my suffering. Now that he's awakened my sleeping body heat, the burning body has vanished from him. “Your victory, my Dear," he simply smiled, and his kisses continued to travel across my skin, touching my skin. Harry kissed me on both of my breasts, from my lips to my breasts. Until he got tired of kissing my entire body and lowered it even further. It then planned to infiltrate the rest of my lower body. It absorbed my femininity while hardening his masculinity, and when it landed on me and touched me, I felt his big, hard manhood. My eyes widened as I took in what I was seeing. If it was soft, dead, and unwilling to intensify at the time, it is now very large, hard, straight, and elongated. More nervousness emerged, and I felt as if I had become suddenly nervous and terrified of what I saw. If you look closely, you can see that his manhood is far too large. What if he penetrates my narrow femininity, particularly the hardness and fatness? All of a sudden, I became nervous and scared. I'm still a virgin, and no man has ever entered my closed circle of femininity. Right now, I can see its solemn face staring into mine. So I was nervous when I noticed his eyes seemed to be thinking and talking, as if he wanted to know more and ask questions before entering my restricted femininity. When Harry opened his mouth and asked, “Is this your first time?" Harry appeared to comprehend what she was thinking. I overheard him posing the question. “Don't be concerned!” I nodded in response. “I'll be careful not to injure you. I'll just take it easy so you don't feel any discomfort.” Harry stated solemnly but jokingly. “At first, but in the end, you'll like it because there's no pain, but I'll make you feel good," this is a joke once more. It smiled and joked despite his dumb and rude expression. Harry then began to insert his manhood into my still-tight femininity. The amount of pain I felt, which I couldn't explain, when its masculinity entered my womanhood for the first time outweighed the pleasure I felt. But he was correct, its subsequent entry into my femininity was even more delectable and insane. “Ohhh," I muttered, as if I needed to pee, as I felt his manhood come out and into me again and again. “Ahhh, ahhh," I muttered as I clutched both of his arms tightly. The tension between the two of us was palpable. From above, I can still keep up with its every move. “Ohhhhh" intense, how delicious what he's doing, and I can't help but restraining him and pressing my hold on him. The more I notice the heat that appears to come out of me when I slowly notice it inside me, the more I feel it. He was still exhausted and, due to his trembling, he couldn't seem to paint his face. The two of us had a hot encounter, and we both reached the pinnacle of relish from our hot intercourse. Harry sat next to me, his gaze fixed on the ceiling. But after only a few minutes, it lost its cool and landed on top of me again. He positioned himself over me, ready to re-enter my womanhood. It reached the pinnacle of relish after many repetitions. Finally, he had had enough of the repeated assaults on my femininity. Its eagerness to claim me seemed limitless. I reasoned that he didn't seem to get tired of having s*x so many times. If I was tired, it was because I was starving from the bloating in my stomach. My stomach is making a loud noise as a result of my constant complaining. “I'm hungry," my complainant exclaimed, her stomach growling. Harry, the man next to me, laughed because of the scene of the boiling stomach. “Do you want something to eat?" I nodded, a shy smile on my face. Harry stood up and went to the large refrigerator to get some food and drink. My eyes widened when I saw that his refrigerator was stocked with a variety of foods and beverages. I noticed a plethora of different types of wine when we first entered his room. “Look! Here! Eat first,” he said as he handed it to me. I wasn't embarrassed any longer, so I accepted the food he handed me, drank, and then ate. “Are you starving?" I asked Harry a question. It's natural for me to address him by name. “Hungry," he said solemnly, “but go ahead and eat." It just sits there and watches me eat while sipping a glass of wine from the large Dresser full of wine. “Are you not going to eat?" I asked once more. I had to calm down because I also seemed to feel safe for him, and what had happened to us seemed to be forgotten. Because of the money, he was able to give the body to Harry several times. She had not expected it to happen to her in the manner of a dream. As she watched Harry, Elise reflected. She could read about a woman selling herself to a wealthy man for money in the books she had just finished. And now this is what happened to me, similar to what happened in the books I read in order to save Father's life. I believe that the characters in the books became friends by chance as a result of what happened to them. Is it possible that he likes me as well, given what happened between us? Is it possible that he likes me after so many steamy scenes between us? But after a night with him, it seemed impossible for someone like him to fall in love with me. She shook her head at the thought of that useless thing. That couldn't possibly happen to me, I reasoned. Money was the only reason for everything that happened between the two of us. I would spend one night with him, having s*x and nothing else, in exchange for the money my father would need for his surgery. Aside from that, he didn't have any reason to like me. After that, it was unthinkable that Harry and I would ever meet again. I just smiled and sipped my drink while thinking. A clear-cut dream that will be realized. However, I doubt I'll be able to do so on my own. My thoughts eventually faded from my mind, and all I could think about was what I was eating. I continued to eat while Harry kept an eye on me. When Harry abruptly asked, “Are you done?" he jolted me out of my reverie. After a long thought, I was taken aback by his question.