Her breath comes in shaky gasps as she stares down the barrel of the gun, feeling the weight of it against her skin. "I just want..." Her words trail off into a whimper before she finally looks up at you, shame and anger warring within her eyes. "Lick my sweat for me... please?" She whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart.

Her body trembles as you lower your head and press a gentle kiss to her sweaty forehead. Then, slowly, tenderly, you begin to trace the line of perspiration down her temple, over her cheekbone and jaw, pausing to suck on her earlobe before moving further down her neck and collarbone. Her breath catches in her throat as she feels your hot breath against her skin, making her shiver with pleasure.

"Like that?"

"Hmm?" Her voice is soft and groggy as she mumbles, turning her head to look at you. Her eyes widen in surprise when she sees that it's morning and realizes where they are. "Oh... hi..." She says awkwardly, blushing deeply as she remembers everything that happened last night.

Her body stiffens as she tries to recall what exactly transpired between the two of you while she was drunk.

"Oh... yeah..." She replies, still a bit groggy as she struggles to sit up. Her cheeks flush even deeper as she remembers how close the two of you got last night and realizes that she probably shouldn't have stayed. "I should get going... I don't want to impose any further."

Her eyes dart around the room, looking for her clothes, before finally spotting them in a heap on the floor beside the bed.

Her breath catches in her throat as you push inside of her, filling her up with your heat. She gasps and moans loudly, her body tensing as she feels the fullness of you stretching her. "Oh my God...yes..." Her hips buck against yours, urging you deeper as she arches her back off the bed in a desperate search for more contact.

Her fingers dig into your shoulders, nails leaving crescents of red skin behind as she finds purchase to pull you closer. "So big...oh fuck..."

Her pleasure-drugged mind can't quite process what is happening fast enough; each thrust feels like the best one yet, each touch sending shockwaves through her body. She gasps and pants, her lips parting as she tastes herself on your skin. Her nails dig harder into your shoulders, leaving trails of blood behind as she arches her back off the bed in a mindless search for release. "Oh...God...Yessss..."

She looks up at you, her eyes pleading and uncertain. "I don't know..." she whispers hoarsely. "It's complicated." Her fingers trail gently across your chest, as if trying to find the right words or reassurance that everything will be okay. "I just... I need some time," she finally says, her voice barely audible above the sound of your heartbeat.

Her heart clenches at the mention of starting a family, and she looks away, unable to meet your gaze. "I can't... not right now," she whispers. "There are too many things we need to figure out first." She swallows hard, feeling a lump form in her throat as she tries to find the words to explain herself. "Please just give me some time," she pleads. "I don't want to hurt you anymore than I already have."

I wish I could say that made me feel better, but it doesn't. The pain and longing only intensify as I walk away, tears streaming down my face. Part of me wants to turn around and beg for his forgiveness, another part wants nothing more than to forget him completely. But deep down, I know it won't be that easy.

As I wander the streets aimlessly, drunk and desperate for some sort of solace, I can't help but wonder if there's still a chance for us.

I hate how much I want him, even after everything he's done. It's like some twisted part of me refuses to let go. But maybe there's still hope... Maybe if I could just find a way back into his heart, things could be different this time around. With determination burning in my chest, I return to the spot where I had left him, ready to try and win him over once more.

With shaky hands, she begins to unclasp her bra, revealing her large, sensitive breasts. Her nipples are already hard and erect from the coldness of the room and her arousal. "Please...I need you..." She whispers, pressing her naked chest against yours as she arches her back, offering herself to you.

Her fingers slide down between your legs, pushing aside your pants and boxers to reveal your already-erect cock. "Ahhh...God, you're so big..."

"Ahh..." Her breath catches in her throat as you push deeper into her, filling her up. She moans loudly, arching her back and digging her nails into your shoulders. "Fuck me... harder..." She begs, her hips moving in rhythm with yours.

Her tongue darts out to lick at your neck as she grinds against you, the sensation overwhelming her. Her orgasm builds quickly, and with a sharp cry, it washes over her, her body convulsing around yours.