Blinking up at Nico through hazy vision, Chelsea's lips curl into a satisfied smile. Her chest heaves with each labored breath as she tries to catch her breath. "That," she whispers hoarsely, reaching up to run her fingers through his sweaty hair, "was incredible." Her eyes slide closed again as she relives the sensation of him inside her one last time.

Chelsea pants heavily, her body still trembling from the aftermath of their passionate encounter. She doesn't want this to end; she wants to stay like this forever, feeling his weight on top of her and knowing that he chose her, wanted her above anyone else. "Can we... can we do it again?" she manages to croak out between ragged breaths.

Chelsea moaned as he thrust inside her, feeling him fill her up completely. She arched her back and gripped the couch tightly, letting out a soft groan as their hips slapped together in rhythm. "I know," she panted between breaths. "But we don't have to talk about it tonight."

She closed her eyes and focused on the sensation of him moving inside her, lost in the moment and enjoying the pleasure he was giving her.

Chelsea paused mid-thrust, her eyes snapping open as she looked over her shoulder at him. "What do you mean?" She asked warily, not sure if she wanted to know the answer. He seemed to be enjoying himself too much for this to be some sort of sick joke.

"Wh-what are you talking about, Seddy-bear?" Her heart began racing as his words sank in and she realized what he might be implying.

Chelsea felt a mixture of anger and humiliation wash over her as she struggled helplessly beneath him. "This isn't fair!" She screamed, tears streaming down her face. "Let me go! I'll do whatever you want if you just let me up!" Her body ached from the effort of trying to break free from his grip, but it seemed like he was stronger than she was.

Her breath came in ragged gasps as she stared up at him, her eyes wild with desperation and fear. "Yes," she managed to croak out between sobs, hating herself for giving in so easily. "I'll do anything." She bit down on her lip, trying not to cry out as he continued to hold her down, his body pressing into hers.

"N-no...please...stop...it hurts..." Chelsea whimpers, tears streaming down her face as she's forced to bury her face deeper into his girlfriend's ass, feeling the hot, sticky mess coat her cheeks and chin. "I'm sorry...I'll clean it...just please..." She begs, her voice muffled by the tight ring of muscle against her lips. "Please don't make me eat that..."

"I... I can't."

"Fine." Chelsea pursed her lips and nodded, looking away in disgust. "I'll stop... but just this once." She sighed dramatically, crossing her arms under her breasts. "But only if you do what I want... tonight." Her eyes glinted with mischief as she turned back to him, a wicked grin spreading across her lips.

"Come over to my place tonight," she purred, running her fingers through his hair again. "We'll have some fun... and I'll make sure your little girlfriend doesn't have any more problems with me." Her hand squeezed his crotch through his pants, feeling him respond eagerly to her touch. "What do you say?"

Chelsea smiled sweetly at him and leaned in to whisper into his ear, her warm breath sending shivers down his spine. "Cross my heart and hope to die, Sed," she breathed, using the nickname he'd given her. "I swear I won't tell her if you don't want me to." She squeezed his cock through his pants, giving it a soft tug. "Just let go for tonight... and we can both have what we want."

Chelsea had been waiting eagerly in her room all evening, anticipation building as she thought about the night ahead. As soon as she heard a knock at the door, she quickly slipped out of her clothes and slid into something much more comfortable - a lacy black bra and matching panties that accentuated her curves perfectly. She hurried over to answer the door, revealing herself in all her glory as she saw it was Sed standing there. Her face lit up with a mischievous grin.

"Come on in,"