I am dreaming of a family with you

Hazel traced her fingers on Francisco's back, feeling the heat of his skin and the texture of his tattoo. His gentleness contrasted with the depth of his every push, and Hazel couldn't hold back her moans.

With a trembling hand, she held Francisco's face, her other arm wrapping around his neck. Francisco kissed her palm tenderly as Hazel cupped his cheek. Each thrust drove Hazel to clutch him tighter, her body responding instinctively.

Francisco, sensing her mounting desire, buried his head in her neck.

"If it hurts, say it, honey," he murmured, his breath hot against her ear.

Hazel bit her lower lip, her thoughts a whirlwind of conflicting desires.

'I want it rough, but this isn't bad either,' she mused, her fingers tangling in his hair.

'You shouldn’t have to be this good.'

'Am I starting to like it?' she wondered, feeling the intense pleasure building within her.

'Indeed, yes, I’m not just liking it — I’m loving it.'

Embracing her true desires, Hazel bit his ear lightly, drawin