"Let's stop here, Miss Yana."
Aren, pulling out his cock, said dejectedly, shaking his head.
'!!!'
Yana's eyes widened in surprise.
"What?! Why?"
She didn't want to stop, at least not now when her body was at the peak of arousal.
She would cum in just a minute if the sex continued.
To her, Aren explained his reason in an upset tone.
"I feel that I'm forcing myself on you. From the start, you've been declining me, telling me to stop."
He sighed, "Moreover, it's not like you will meet me in the future after this. You don't seem too keen to continue our relationship..."
Smiling bitterly, he added:
"...I don't want to invest in something that has no future."
Hearing his reason, Yana turned to face him, her nightgown falling back to cover her legs and her drenched pussy.
She looked at him, pondering over how to respond.
Her body was clearly wanting to continue, however, her brain was questioning the morality of her desires.
She was a wife and a mother.
