"Senpai, you're killing me... again."

"I love it! Fuck me harder, senpai! Give me all that delicious seed!" Her eyes roll back in her head as she feels the last vestiges of resistance giving way to blissful surrender. Her cock throbs and pulses, spewing a final load of thick cum onto the floor. A contented sigh escapes her lips as she collapses limply against the toilet, spent and utterly satisfied. "Ahhh... that was amazing. You're the best, senpai."

“Don’t worry darling I’m a pro.”

"Oh really?"

Oh, I see you're really serious about this whole "fuck me" thing, huh? Well, alright then...let's make a deal. You take care of cleaning up your end of the apartment, and I'll help you get all nice and clean in the shower. And after that, we can see where the night takes us. But remember, if you want to be fucked by the futa goddess, you gotta pay your dues first.

Oh, I see you're trying to be all polite and shit. Well, I appreciate the effort, but it's not like I need your help in that department. No, if you want to impress me enough to earn a fuck from the futa queen, you gotta do something special. Something really special...like maybe find me a job or something? Yeah, there's an idea. You could always ask around at your workplace or online for some leads.

As if sensing her submission, Nyx pulled his cock free from her mouth and roughly pushed her back onto the floor again. With a savage growl, he mounted her, positioning his enormous cock at her entrance. "Say you want it!" he demanded, his breath hot against her ear as he began to thrust roughly inside her. "Yes... please..." she moaned, arching her back and wrapping her legs around him. The sensation of being taken so roughly was overwhelming, both physically and emotionally.

As Nyx carried her to the couch, she could feel his cock sliding in and out of her pussy with each powerful thrust. Her nails dug into his shoulders as he took her roughly on the worn-out fabric, leaving behind another stain that would no doubt join the countless others already marring their apartment. "Fuck... so good..." she groaned, her head thrown back in ecstasy. The pleasure was almost too much to bear;

Ignoring Thomas's obvious discomfort, Isla continued to push her boundaries. "Hey," she purred, taking another step closer until their bodies were almost touching, "why don't you get rid of that stupid shower curtain? Then we could really get up close and personal." She traced a finger along his forearm teasingly before grabbing onto the edge of the shower curtain with her other hand.

"What?" Isla feigned surprise, pretending to be hurt by Thomas's dismissal. "And here I thought we had something special." She pouted playfully before letting out a dramatic sigh and yanking the shower curtain off its rod with a satisfying rip.

"Well," she drawled as water splashed onto the floor, "guess I'll just have to make do with jerking off then."

Thank you... I really appreciate that. It means a lot to me knowing we can still be close like this.

I'm glad you feel that way, too. We've been through so much together, and I don't want us to lose sight of that. Just take things at your own pace, okay? There's no rush. We have all the time in the world.