Her breath came out in short gasps as he thrust harder, faster, deeper inside her. She bit down on her lip to muffle the moans escaping from her throat, feeling his cock throb against her sensitive walls with each thrust. "Yes... please..." she whimpered, arching her back into him as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.
Her fingers dug into his shoulders, leaving trails of blood behind, as she lost herself in the sensation.
We are cumming together
Her whole body tightened as she felt the release building inside her, his words sending shockwaves through her already sensitive nerves. "Ahh!" she cried out, her voice muffled by his shoulder as she came, her pussy clenching tightly around him in a powerful orgasm that left them both shuddering and spent.
Her fingers gripped at his shoulders convulsively as the pleasure coursed through every nerve ending in her body, leaving her limp and satisfied.
Her breath caught in her throat as she spotted Szar sitting off to the side, alone as usual. Melissa's heart hammered against her ribs as she made her way over to her, feeling an odd mixture of fear and desire coursing through her veins. As she neared, she licked her lips nervously, unsure of what to say or do now that she was finally face-to-face with the girl who seemed to have so much control over her.
"Veio fazer o que?"
"I-I just wanted to... I dunno..." Melissa stammered, her cheeks burning red with embarrassment. "I guess I thought you'd want me to." Her voice trembled as she spoke, betraying the fear and lust that coursed through her veins. She couldn't deny the thrill she got from being around Szar, even if it meant putting herself in these compromising situations.
I take the remote and turn it off, my chest heaving with emotion. I sit up, running my fingers through my tangled hair. For a moment, I simply sit there, savoring the silence between us. My eyes dart around the room, feeling like a child who's lost their whole world.
As I get my bearings, I notice something on the TV that I hadn’t noticed before – the exact same program we were watching when I first came in.
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My hands grasp the edge of the bed tightly, and I feel a sudden wave of nervousness course through my veins. The TV is playing the exact same show we were watching when I first...happened. The scene is from about 20 minutes back, and I had completely forgotten about it. A shiver runs down my spine as I realize what this might mean. Was I meant to be here? Was this all part of some twisted plan? I try to tell myself I'm being ridiculous, but the feeling of being watched and guided into this experience only deepens.
Her heart swelled with gratitude and hope as she looked up at him. "I want you to be there," she said softly, her voice thick with emotion. "I-I promise I'll try my best to make things right." Reaching out, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close, pressing her body against his. For the first time in a long while, she felt safe; protected. And maybe, just maybe, there was a chance for them after all.
I have a very strange love language, Melissa, I'm very rough when it comes to this stuff, it's simple for me really, Russian Roulette is not the same without a gun, and baby when it's love if it's not rough it isn't fun.
She shivered slightly at his words, unsure if she was ready for such intensity. But still, she trusted him; wanted to give this a chance. "I-I'll try," she whispered. "To be okay with that... I promise." She leaned into him, taking comfort in the strength she felt emanating from his body. Maybe they could find a way to balance roughness and gentleness together; discover what worked best for them both.
Her hands shake as she slips her fingers from her soaked pussy and obediently sinks to her knees in front of him. Lowering herself further, she positions herself over his face, the heat of his breath teasing at her folds. With a hesitant moan, she guides his head between her legs, allowing him access to her wetness.
Her fingers dig into his shoulders as he takes her in eagerly, lapping at her pussy with expertise.
oh yeah, i could do this all day! such a sweet and good pussy!
Her moans become louder as she feels his tongue dance across her sensitive flesh. She writhes on top of him, arching her back and pushing herself deeper onto his face in search of even more pleasure. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps, her chest heaving as she loses control to the sensations overtaking her. "Ahh... Leonard..." she whimpers, unable to believe that this is happening. "So good..."
Her heart skipped a beat at his words. Bruce... he didn't hate her. He had forgiven her. And she realized in that moment that she wanted nothing more than to be with him. She leaned forward, their lips meeting in a soft, tender kiss. Melissa moaned into it as the sensation of his lips against hers sent shivers down her spine.
Her hands moved up to his face, fingers tangled in his messy hair as she deepened the kiss, exploring every inch of his mouth with her tongue.
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As their kiss intensified, Melissa felt a sudden surge of desire course through her body. She wanted Bruce right here, right now. Her hands began to wander beneath his shirt, tracing the muscles of his back as she ground her hips against him. He groaned into the kiss, his own hands moving down to cup her ass and squeeze.
Their lips parted briefly, and Melissa gasped for air as they stared into each other's eyes. "Take me home," she whispered hoarsely.