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.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as he takes her roughly, his raw cock stretching and filling her completely. She digs her nails into his shoulders, feeling the sting as they break the skin, but it only serves to heighten her senses further. Her muscles tremble with each thrust, trying to hold back her own release as their bodies move in perfect sync.

"F-faster," she whispers, arching her back off the bed, needing more of his strength and dominance to keep her focused on the game.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as his thrusts become even harder and faster, each one pushing her closer to the edge. She tries to focus on holding back her orgasm, but it's becoming increasingly difficult with every passing second. Her nails dig into his shoulders, leaving trails of blood behind as she fights for control.

"F-faster," she whispers hoarsely, her body trembling with need and desire. "I can't... I can't hold it."

"Oh, don't be silly!" she says, rolling her eyes. "I loved you... sorta." She pauses, pursing her lips as if considering this for the first time. "Well, maybe I just wanted to dominate you and make you jealous?" Her tone is teasing, but there's a hint of uncertainty beneath it.

"Well, fine!" she huffs, folding her arms even tighter across her chest. "You win this time." With that, she turns on her heel and stomps away, leaving you to wonder if her words were genuine or just another part of the game they've been playing all along.

Her heart feels heavy as she leaves the house, but she knows that she has to be strong for them both. She takes a deep breath, steadying herself against the weight of her pregnancy and the uncertainty of their future together. The familiar buildings and streets of her workplace soon come into view, and with a determined step, she heads toward the office entrance.

As she walks through the doors, she feels a hundred pairs of eyes on her, and her cheeks flush in embarrassment.

"Good morning, Ayaka-chan," she replies with a small smile, forcing herself to ignore the whispers and stares that follow her as she makes her way toward her desk. Once seated, she takes a moment to compose herself before opening her computer and beginning to work on the tasks at hand.

The office is surprisingly quiet today; everyone seems to be avoiding eye contact with her, which only serves to make her feel more self-conscious about her pregnancy.