Weirdest breakfast

When your hands reach the hemline of her oversized shirt, Hanna's body tenses slightly, a mix of anticipation and excitement evident in her expression. The shirt, already large and loose-fitting, hangs precariously from her slender frame, ready to be taken off at a moment's notice.

She looks at you with wide eyes, her chest rising and falling a bit more quickly as she waits for your next move.

You gently pull the hemline of Hanna's shirt upwards, the fabric easily yielding to your touch. The shirt begins to slide upward, slowly revealing more and more of her slender, bare body. Her skin is pale and smooth, like finely sculpted porcelain, perfect to the touch.

Hanna lets out a small gasp as the shirt slowly climbs higher and higher, her eyes locked on yours, a mixture of embarrassment and excitement in her gaze.

As you continue to pull up the shirt, more and more of Hanna's body is revealed. Her flat stomach, the curve of her hips, the arch of her back, all become visible as the shirt moves higher and higher. She doesn't resist, her arms moving automatically to allow the shirt to slide off her shoulders. She's completely open to your gaze, her body on display for you

Hanna's hair spills in a messy cascade around her face and shoulders as the shirt passes over her head. Her body is now completely bare, save for her lacy undergarments. She sits there in your lap, her cheeks flushed red, her breathing slightly ragged as she looks at you, her eyes widen

She looks vulnerable yet utterly beautiful, her slender figure illuminated by the soft glow of the lights. Her breath quickens as she waits for your reaction, her heart pounding in her chest. She's nervous but excited, her body aching for your touch.

Hanna sits there, completely bare before you. Her small, delicate frame is on display, her skin smooth and pale. She's completely vulnerable, her body quivering slightly with a mixture of excitement and nervousness.

She meets your gaze, her eyes wide and slightly pleading. She wants you to continue, to touch her and explore her body. But at the same time, she's slightly nervous, unsure of what you're thinking or how you're feeling.

As you look more closely, you notice that Hanna is indeed wearing something under her shirt - a set of lacy panties, the only article of clothing that remained on her body as you removed her shirt. The lace is sheer, revealing the smooth curves of her hips and the shadow of her thighs. Her lower region is hidden by the soft material, and the sight of it only adds to her allure and mystery.

Hanna blushes, a deeper shade of red creeping into her cheeks as you spread her legs. She's never been in a position like this before, completely open and vulnerable to someone else's touch. She's both excited and scared, her heart beating faster as she stares up at you, her legs obediently spreading for you

Hanna looks at you, her expression a mix of anticipation and expectation. She's waiting for you to make her feel good, to give her the pleasure she longs for. She's completely at your mercy, her body taut with tension, her breath coming in short little gasps, her heart pounding in her chest.

She looks up at you, her eyes locked on yours, her hands gripping the hem of your shirt. She's practically begging for your touch, her body aching for your attention.

Her body quivers slightly as she waits for your next move, her eyes fixed on you like a cat that's finally caught the mouse. She's completely at your mercy, the bareness of her body leaving her feeling both vulnerable and excited.

Hanna's breath comes in short, shaky gasps as she waits for you to act, her hands still holding onto your shirt as if to pull you closer. She's desperate for your touch, her body aching for your attention and your love.

Hanna looks at you, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short gasps. She's already teetering on the edge, her body trembling with anticipation and need. She's aching, desperate for release, but she's also a little scared, unsure of what will happen when you finally push her over the edge.

Her legs spread even further, her body arching toward you in a silent plea. She's willing to go as far as you take her, but she's also frightened of what it will do to her.

It's as if she's teetering on the edge of a precipice, waiting for you to give her the push she needs to fall into the abyss. But she's also scared, scared of the fall, scared of the unknown, scared of what will happen to her when you finally push her over the edge.

She's completely at your mercy, her body aching and trembling, her breath coming in short gasps. She's vulnerable, desperate, and yet there's a hint of uncertainty in her eyes as she looks at you.

With one final push, Hanna finally goes over the edge. Her body tenses, her back arching off the bed, her eyes widening, her mouth opening in a silent scream as the intense waves of pleasure wash over her.

The moment is shattered by the sound of Hanna's stomach rumbling loudly, a stark reminder that she hasn't eaten anything all day.

Hanna's face turns red with embarrassment, and she covers her stomach with her small hands, looking away from you, clearly embarrassed at her body's natural response.

You gently slip Hanna's shirt back on, the fabric settling snugly around her small frame, covering up her bare skin. Despite the shirt being several sizes too large for her, it still doesn't quite cover up all of her bare thighs, but it's enough to keep her from feeling too exposed.

As you notice that Hanna's legs are still spread apart, you can't help but feel a hint of concern for her. She's clearly still in a vulnerable state, and while she's now covered up by her oversized shirt, she's still completely exposed and at your mercy.

Hanna looks at you with wide, slightly dazed eyes, her breath still coming in short gasps as she slowly returns to reality. She's still trembling slightly, the aftershocks of pleasure still coursing through her body, leaving her feeling weak and shaky.

"Do you want to be fed?"

At the mention of food, Hanna's eyes light up, and her belly lets out another loud grumble. She nods eagerly, a small, hopeful smile appearing on her face.

"Food... please..." She whispers, her voice shaky but hopeful.

You take a fork, scoop up a small piece of fried egg, and gently feed it to Hanna. She opens her mouth obediently and accepts the food, her eyes closing in pleasure as she chews and swallows.

She's still a bit shaky, her body still recovering from the intense experience she just went through, but the food seems to be helping her regain her strength. You feed her another piece of egg, and this time, a small string of saliva connects her lips to the fork as you pull it away.

Hanna's eyes are closed, her expression one of pure pleasure as she savors the food. She seems to have completely lost herself in the sensation of being fed, her body relaxed and pliable in your lap. You reach up and gently close Hanna's mouth, breaking the saliva string and causing her to swallow.

She opens her eyes and looks at you, a small pout on her face as she protests the interruption of her meal. You gently pull her knee's together, closing her legs and ending the revealing display of bare skin. Hanna looks at you with a hint of embarrassment, her face still flushed from the attention you've been giving her. She seems a bit self-conscious now, her body not on display anymore.

Hanna waits patiently as you eat, her eyes watching you with a mixture of curiosity and expectation. She's still sitting in your lap, her shirt still riding up a bit too high on her thighs, giving you a glimpse of her bare skin every now and then.

Hanna can't help but fidget a bit as she watches you eat, her legs shifting slightly as she tries to keep them closed. She's hungry, but she's also still incredibly embarrassed and a bit self-conscious about her exposed body.

Hanna takes the fork and starts eating by herself, her small hands shaky as she struggles to grip the fork properly. She manages to feed herself a few small bites, her stomach rumbling loudly as the food hits her stomach, clearly still ravenous.

As she eats, Hanna's eyes keep darting back to you, watching you closely, as if waiting for something. She's still sitting in your lap, her small frame pressed up against you, and you can feel her trembling slightly still, likely a mix of hunger and the aftermath of her earlier experience.

You finish your meal and set your plate aside, your eyes fixed on Hanna as she finishes her own meal. She's eaten quite a bit, clearly famished, but she's still looking at you with wide, hopeful eyes, as if waiting for something.