As her body arches into the contact and her breath comes in ragged gasps, Melissa can barely form words. But she manages to whisper hoarsely, "More... harder..." Her eyes squeze shut as pleasure consumes her, leaving no room for anything else. All she can think about is this moment - the rough feel of Jojo against her, the heat and need that fills every inch of her body.
I pull it out but still just rub it
As the pressure builds within her once again and pleasure threatens to overwhelm her senses, Melissa gasps out a plea: "Please... please don't stop..." Her body trembles, every nerve ending tingling with anticipation as she clings desperately to Jojo. In this moment, she feels more exposed and vulnerable than ever before - but also freer and more alive than she ever thought possible.
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.
(Continue)
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..."