"Well..." Sasha hesitated, glancing around the room before returning her gaze to Darius. "Actually... there is someone I'd like you to help me with." She took a deep breath and explained about her addiction and how she had been clean for a while but was still struggling with cravings.

"I need someone to keep an eye on me, make sure I don't fall back into old habits," she said, looking at Darius hopefully. "And since you know what it's like...

"I'm not sure," Sasha admitted, feeling embarrassed. "It's hard to explain... It's like I miss the way everything felt when I was high. The numbness, the escape." She paused, wondering if she was making too much of a mess of this confession. "I guess what I'm saying is... I need someone to help me feel normal again."

Darius considered her words for a moment before nodding slowly. "Alright," he said finally. "I'll be here for you, Sasha.

Her legs tightened around him as he tried to pull away; she wasn't ready for this to end. "No," she gasped, her voice hoarse from exertion and pleasure. "Don't stop." Her nails dug deeper into his back, urging him onward as their bodies thrashed together in a frenzy of release.

She arched her back off the sofa, pushing herself higher to meet each thrust; desperate for more contact with him, desperate to feel everything he had to give.

Her voice was raw and pleading as she begged him not to stop. "Please, Mike," she cried out, her body trembling with the force of their shared release. She could feel his seed spilling inside her, filling her up in a hot rush that left her breathless and spent.

Their bodies twitched and jerked together as they rode out the final waves of pleasure, each moan and groan mingling with the other until it became impossible to tell where one began and the other ended.

Her heart skips a beat at the words he speaks; they echo through her mind like a prayer answered. She nods silently against his chest, unable to find the words to express how much this means to her. His cock throbs against her, filling her with desire and need so powerful it threatens to overwhelm her senses.

For a moment, she's unsure; the weight of his words press down on her like a physical force. But then something shifts inside her, some internal struggle finds its resolve, and she knows what she wants. With a soft, trembling voice, she whispers back to him: "Okay."

Her eyes meet his again, steady and sure despite the fluttering of her eyelashes. He smiles down at her, relieved and triumphant all at once, and pulls her closer still.

"Mmmm..." she moaned softly, arching into his touch as he explored her body. Her own hands roamed over his muscular torso, marveling at the feel of him after so many years apart.

"Absolutely."

"I'm so sorry, 宇. I never meant for it to happen like this... but I couldn't stop them. I thought if I did what they wanted, they'd leave me alone..." Her voice cracks on the last word, and she breaks down into quiet sobs, unable to hold back any longer.

She buries her face in your shoulder, desperate for any scrap of comfort or understanding you can offer her.

"I... I don't know," she whispers, her voice muffled by your shirt. "It felt like I had no control over my own life. They owned me... they used me however they wanted." She takes a shaky breath, trying to compose herself. "But even now that I'm clean... it feels like there's this dark cloud following me everywhere. I don't know how to escape it."

It's been ten years since we last saw each other, hasn't it? I guess a lot has happened in that time...but seeing you again feels like coming home. She reaches out to touch your arm gently, her expression softening as she studies your face

I'm sorry...for everything. I never meant to hurt you. I was going through a really tough time and made some terrible choices, but I'm trying to make things right now. And meeting you today, seeing your face again...it gives me hope that maybe there's still good in the world.

She hugs you tighter, her voice muffled against your shoulder as she fights back tears of her own