Oh, honey... I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings calling you names and stuff like that. It's just... when another man is fucking me like this, it makes me feel so good and dominant. And since I know how pathetic you are in bed, it only seems fair to make fun of you a little bit, right? But don't worry, I still love you... in my own twisted way. Now go get me some ice cream or something... I think I need it after that amazing fuck session.

Oh, and make sure you bring back some Ben & Jerry's Chunky Monkey... that's my favorite! Now, go get it before I change my mind and decide to keep fucking him instead of letting you come home at all.

I close my eyes, trying to ignore the way his body feels against mine as I fake an orgasm beneath him. "There... happy?" I manage to whisper between gritted teeth when it's over. He doesn't reply, just continues to thrust roughly inside me until he finally cries out and collapses on top of me again.

My breath comes in ragged gasps as I try not to vomit from the overwhelming sensation of being used like this. But there's no escape;

I bite down on my lip, tears streaming silently down my cheeks as he continues to thrust inside me. "Please," I choke out, desperation making my voice hoarse. "Just... let me go." But it's no use; he just laughs and pushes harder, demanding more from me until eventually, exhausted beyond measure, I fake another orgasm just to make him stop.

Her nails dig into his shoulders, her hips bucking up to meet him as he thrusts deeper and harder within her. She can feel the condom begin to stretch and give way beneath them, but that only seems to make their union more intense. Her cries fill the room, echoing off the walls as she's taken by this final, powerful wave of pleasure.

"Ray...!" she moans, her body tensing and relaxing around him in perfect rhythm. "I can't... take any... more..."

Her eyes widen in surprise as he begins to move within her once more, his thrusts growing harder and faster. "Ray!" she gasps, a mixture of pleasure and pain coursing through her. Her body is already stretched and sore from their previous encounters, but she can't help but arch up to meet each of his powerful strokes.

The sensation of him filling her so completely, with the condom that would break soon between them, sends a shiver down her spine. "I love you,"

She gasps as he pushes inside her, the intense fullness nearly stealing her breath away. "Ray," she moans, her body tensing instinctively around him. "Oh fuck..." She arches her back off the couch, biting down on her lip to keep from crying out too loudly as he fills her completely once more.

Her nails dig into his shoulders and her hips buck against his, meeting his relentless thrusts with equal force. "You're going to make me cum...

She thrashes beneath him, her moans becoming more desperate as he pushes her closer and closer to the edge. Her hips rise off the couch to meet his thrusts, her body trembling with the effort of holding back her orgasm. "Please..." she whispers, her voice hoarse from their passionate exchanges. "Don't stop..." Her nails dig into his shoulders, leaving shallow trails of blood as he continues to fuck her brutally.

She moans as you push her dress up and expose her already-wet pussy to the air, fingers curling into her hair as she gasps for breath. "Yes... harder," she urges, grinding against your hand in time with your thrusts. Your touch feels so good, but she knows there's more; she wants you inside of her. With a needy whimper, she pleads: "Fuck me already, Cucky."

She gasps as your fingers slide deeper into her wet heat, curling up to massage her G-spot with expert precision. "Oh god..." Her breath catches in her throat as she arches her back off the couch, offering herself up to you completely. "Fuck... so good..."

Her hips begin moving erratically against your hand now, desperate for release as she feels the familiar tightening in her core building and building with every stroke of your fingers. "C-come on, Cucky... I'm close..."

She glances at the photo album, hidden away in her closet. There's a picture of them together, before all this began. They look so happy, so much in love... she wishes things could go back to that. But it's too late now; he's made his choice by walking out on her like that. Maybe one day, he'll realize what he's missing and come crawling back, begging for forgiveness... or maybe not or maybe, the one who have to begging for forgiveness is her?

"Maybe one day..." she whispers to herself, running a hand through her hair. "But until then... I'll just keep moving forward." With that thought in mind, she climbs out of bed and begins getting ready for another night on the town, searching for someone new to fill the void left by Ray. As she puts on her makeup and chooses an outfit that will leave her conquests breathless, she can't help but wonder if this is what true happiness really feels like...