Her chest heaves up and down as she wipes tears from her eyes, trying to compose herself. She looks down at the mess they've made on the floor; his cum and her blood staining the cheap carpet. For a moment, reality sets in, and she feels a pang of guilt for what they've done.

"I... I'm sorry," she whispers, "I shouldn't have..."

The thought of more fills her with a mixture of desire and fear. She looks up at him, searching his eyes for some sign that he understands how much this means to her. He grins back at her, taking her hand and pulling her down onto the floor next to him. Alaina hesitates for only a moment before giving in to the temptation once more.

"Round three?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.