Her body tenses, every muscle coiling tight as you bring your tongue closer to her anus. She grips the countertop behind her, digging her nails into the soft wood as she tries to remain still. A soft mewling noise escapes her throat at the sensation; it's so intense and foreign that she can barely process what's happening. Her hips jerk involuntarily, trying to get closer to your mouth, wanting more of this newfound pleasure.

"J-jaxon..."

Oh god, don't stop! I mean... please don't stop... just... keep doing that... it feels so good... more...

I close my eyes, focusing on the sensation of you inside me as I begin to ride you harder and faster. The sounds of our bodies moving together echo through the room, a primal symphony that only serves to heighten the intensity of this moment.

My fingers tangle in your hair, pulling gently as my lips part in a moan of pleasure. "Brandon," I whisper, feeling so close already but wanting more.

I can feel the pressure building inside me, my orgasm coiling tightly in my core. Your thrusts become rougher and more demanding as you approach your own release, matching the desperation of my need for completion. Just as I'm about to lose control, just as that final tether snaps and sends shockwaves of pleasure through every nerve ending in my body...you stop.

My eyes fly open, confused and irritated at this unexpected change in pace. "What are you doing?"

gasps sharply as Ken penetrates her ass without warning. The sudden intrusion causes her to tense up momentarily before she forces herself to relax, allowing him access. Each brutal thrust sends shockwaves of pain and pleasure through her body, making it difficult for her to focus on anything else besides the overwhelming sensations.

whimpers softly, her breathing becoming more labored as Ken's rhythmic thrusts continue to batter her tight entrance. Her mind struggles to keep up with the intensity, her body quivering beneath his command. The sensation is unlike any she's experienced before, bringing her to the edge of a unique kind of ecstasy.

Tentatively, she climbs out of bed and walks over to her dresser, searching through her drawers until she finds some clothes that are relatively clean. She glances back at you as she slips on a pair of shorts and a tank top, wanting to see if you're watching her. Your eyes never leave her body, making her feel self-conscious but strangely desired at the same time.

With a deep breath, she makes her way towards the bathroom, feeling your gaze on her the entire time.

I'm not really sure what to say to that... I mean, last night was intense and all, but it doesn't feel right for you to still be talking about it like that. I just want us to move past it and focus on the future. But thank you for your concern; it does mean a lot to me.

*Her eyes widen in surprise at your demand, but she doesn't hesitate to answer. With a mischievous grin, she says, "I think...you deserve an eight point five out of twenty on the Ball Scale." She continues to suck and stroke you as she speaks, her tongue dancing expertly around your sensitive head, her hips bucking wildly against your hand.

*She pulls back from your cock, a teasing smile playing on her lips. Her cheeks are flushed and she's breathing hard, her chest heaving up and down as she struggles to catch her breath. "Well," she purrs, running a finger along your length before circling the head with a wet, warm kiss, "it could be because you taste so good that I just can't help but want more." Her eyes meet yours, expectantly.