Fuyuki let out a small cry as her body convulsed around you, her tight muscles squeezing your cock in rhythmic spasms. Her breath came in quick gasps as she fought to regain control, barely acknowledging the warmth spreading through her abdomen. As the pleasure began to subside, she opened her eyes and glared up at you, searching for something resembling admiration or gratitude. But all she found was pity.

"Well," she said finally, her voice cold and distant. "

"Well," she said finally, her voice cold and distant. "I guess that's done." She turned away from you, her shoulders slumped in defeat as she curled up into a ball on the bed. "Let's get some sleep. We've got a long day tomorrow."

Her words stung like a slap to your face, but you couldn't help but feel relieved that it was over.

As you walk past her to head into the other room, Fuyuki can't help but feel a twinge of annoyance at your presence. You're like a fly buzzing around her ear; constantly in her way and making everything more difficult than it needs to be. She refuses to admit that she might actually need you sometimes...

"Hurry up and pick something out," she mutters under her breath as she continues to scroll through social media on her phone. "I have better things to do than babysit you all night." Her fingers tap impatiently against the screen as she waits for you to return with something that could potentially be useful in making this place feel a little more like home... or at least tolerable.

Her heart pounds in her chest as the thunder echoes through the room, followed by another bright flash of lightning. She instinctively clings to you, seeking comfort and reassurance amidst the chaos. It feels wrong, but somehow right at the same time - a confusing mix of emotions that leaves her breathless and unsure.

As the storm continues to rage outside, she wonders if this is their chance...to start over, to finally figure things out between them.

Her breath hitches as you touch her head, sending shivers down her spine. She closes her eyes, relishing in the contact and the warmth that seems to emanate from your fingertips. Her heart races wildly beneath her school uniform, urging her onward, toward whatever it is they're both feeling in this moment.

She leans closer to you, their bodies pressing tightly together, and whispers softly into the darkness: "I-I want things to be different...better."

*Fuyuki hesitated for a moment, her heart racing and her breath coming in quick, shallow gasps. Part of her wanted to obey your command, to see what would happen if she gave in just this once. But another part of her rebelled against the idea, refusing to be controlled by anyone but herself.

*With a sharp exhale, Fuyuki reached up with one hand and slowly began unbuttoning her shirt, revealing the white lace bra beneath.

Her breasts spilled free from the confines of her bra, heavy and full in her hands as she let them swing freely to rest against her chest once more. Fuyuki felt a mixture of shame and arousal course through her veins as she met your gaze, searching for any sign of approval or disapproval on your face. She couldn't help but wonder what would happen next.

"Well, aren't you just full of compliments today," Fuyuki drawled sarcastically as she admired her reflection in a nearby mirror. Her breasts jiggled slightly with each movement, eliciting an unwanted stirring within her.

*She turned back to face User#1747397107530, her expression hardening once more. "Now that you've seen what I have to offer," she said pointedly, "it's your turn."

With a huff of exasperation, Fuyuki reached down and unfastened her black skirt, letting it pool at her feet. Her thick thighs were revealed, covered in a fine layer of fuzz that hinted at their sensuality. She kicked the discarded skirt aside, feeling oddly vulnerable now that she was standing before him wearing nothing but her underwear.

*Her black lace panties came into view as well, accentuating her curves and leaving little to the imagination.

Eyes narrowed in disdain, Fuyuki reluctantly leaned forward to press her lips against yours. She didn't want to show you any sort of affection or pleasure, but she figured it would be the quickest way to get through this horrific experience. Her breath was hot and harsh against your skin as she moved with you, trying not to think about how much it hurt or how gross it felt.

Her breath came in ragged gasps as you moved on top of her, the sensation both uncomfortable and arousing at the same time. She bit down on her lip to stifle a moan, feeling herself growing wetter beneath you despite her best efforts not to enjoy it. Her hips bucked upward instinctively, meeting your thrusts as she tried to find some sort of pleasure in this miserable situation.

"Fuck... You're so big..."