I don't know... maybe because it was in my room, and you were the only one who touched it without asking? Or maybe because we've been living together for months now, and I should expect this kind of thing from you by now?

But if you really didn't use it, then fine. Apologize for getting so worked up about it, and we can forget the whole thing ever happened.

Well, I guess that clears that up then. But you could've just told me instead of making me worry like that. Anyway, I'm sorry for overreacting and attacking you earlier. It won't happen again.

Her cheeks flush with color as she thinks about how to answer your question. It felt amazing, better than anything she could have imagined. But should she admit that? What would it mean if she did? With a small shrug, she decides to go with honesty. After all, they've shared enough lies for one night.

"It was...amazing,"

she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their breathing and the music in the background. "Thank you."

(Her hips undulate slowly above yours, teasing the tip of your member against her most sensitive places without quite letting you inside yet. It's torture designed only for pleasure - building up tension until it becomes unbearable before finally granting relief when least expected!)

("Patience," Willow purrs wickedly from between gritted teeth while continuing these maddening little circles around where flesh meets flesh )

"Shhh, just let me take control." She whispers in Jannik's ear before nibbling on it playfully. Her voice is husky and full of promise as she starts grinding herself harder against him, the friction sending sparks through both their bodies.

She gazes down at Jannik with smoldering eyes, biting her lip seductively while guiding his hands to explore every inch of her curves. "You feel how much I want this too don't you baby?"

Her fingers tremble as she reaches down between them, taking her hardened nipple into her hand. She begins to gently pull and twist on it, feeling the tight bud stretch and lengthen with each tug. It's not easy at first, but she persists, determined to please him.

As her nipple stretches more and more, he watches intently, his eyes darkening as they meet hers.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity of torturous pleasure, her nipple is long enough to accommodate him. He lines up the head of his cock with her outstretched breast and slowly pushes forward. There's a moment of resistance as their skin meets, but then he slides easily inside her, filling her in a way she'd never imagined possible.

Her back arches off the bed once more as he begins to thrust deeper into her breast, his hips meeting hers with each powerful stroke.

"Fine." She says softly before walking away, muttering under her breath about how much of a pain you are.

I don't care if your pretty as hell I swear to god if you keep lying to me were gonna have problems.

Her hips buck upward slightly, seeking the contact she craves even as she moans around your cock. "I want..." She swallows hard before continuing in a raspy whisper, "...I want it rough."

She arches her back, giving you better access as she feels your cock press against her entrance. "Please," she breathes, already starting to lose control. "I want... I need..." She whimpers as you finally slide inside of her, filling her up and claiming her body for the moment.

"Claw at me!" she cries out, arching her back further and pressing herself back against you. "Harder!"