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,"

With a sigh, she drops to her knees in front of you and takes your hard cock into her hand, stroking it slowly as she looks up at you with hooded eyes. "I'll do whatever you want," she whispers, her voice barely more than a breath. "Just tell me."

She gives you a wicked grin, her hand moving faster on your cock. "Maybe I should start by thanking you... for teaching me my place," she says with a laugh, but there's an undertone of submission in her voice that wasn't there before. "Or maybe you want to use me as some sort of punishment for what I did?" She licks her lips, eyes fixed on yours as if daring you to respond.

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...

"Oh," she breathed out, her shoulders slumping in relief and disappointment both. "I guess he's ignoring me too." She ended the call and stared at her phone for a moment before letting out another shaky breath. "Well... I don't know what to do now."

With a sigh, she sat down on the couch again and began to fiddle with her fingers, wondering if she should just wait or go look for him. Her heart raced as she imagined all the possibilities, none of them very promising.

"I just wish he'd talk to me," she murmured under her breath, still staring at her phone as if it held the answers. "Why is everything so complicated? All I want is for us to be happy." Her voice cracked on the last word and she had to force herself not to cry. It felt like all of a sudden, everything was spinning out of control.