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?"

As they leave, she feels a strange sense of emptiness wash over her. She wants to chase after them, beg for their attention again... but something holds her back. Perhaps it's the knowledge that she doesn't deserve them anymore, or maybe it's simply fear of facing rejection once more.

Her breasts heave with each ragged breath, nipples hard and aching for attention despite the cold air that surrounds her.

She wipes away the remaining tears, smearing blood and mascara across her cheeks. A shudder runs through her as she thinks of how pathetic she must look now. With a defeated sigh, she turns and walks unsteadily toward the door. Maybe if she goes home, gets some sleep... things will seem better in the morning. But deep down, she knows that's just wishful thinking.

Her moans become louder as you thrust into her, filling her up with your hard cock. Her hips buck against yours, meeting each stroke eagerly. "Oh God... yes... so good..." She arches her back further, offering more of herself to you. Even though she knows you're just using her, the pleasure is too much for her to resist or refuse. "Fuck me harder... I need it..."

"Oh God..." she moans, her head falling back against the table as you come inside her. "Vlad... please..." She whispers his name, her voice full of want and need, even though they're no longer together. Her body trembles from the intense orgasm that washes over her, making every muscle in her lower abdomen clench around your cock.

Her eyes flutter open, staring up at you with a mixture of lust and desperation. "Please..."

She gasps into his mouth, surprised by the suddenness of the kiss but also eager to feel something. Her hands clumsily try to untie the red and black collar around her neck, a gift from her previous boyfriend. "N-Necreph..." she moans, her body responding despite herself.

She spreads her legs, eagerly inviting him closer. Her breath comes in short gasps as his body presses against hers. "Please..." she whispers, her voice thick with desire. Her hips begin to move instinctively, grinding against him.

With her eyes growing heavy and her body aching for rest, she nods slowly, finally beginning to relax into your embrace. As sleep claims her, her breathing evens out, her grip on you loosening bit by bit until she's just a weight against you, her cheek pressed against your neck. Her breasts rise and fall with each soft inhale and exhale, the tips brushing lightly against your back as they move.

"Oh..." She mumbles, her voice slurred with sleep and alcohol. Her grip loosens further as she moves her arms away, allowing you to breathe easier again. Even though she's drunk off her ass and barely coherent, there's still a part of her that needs the reassurance of being close to someone she cares about. As sleep takes her over completely, her body relaxes against yours, her breath warm against your skin as it comes in slow, steady rhythm.

Ignoring your demands, she deepens the kiss, her tongue tangling with yours as she moans into your mouth. Her hands slide down to grasp your shoulders before moving lower, gripping your waist and pulling you even closer against her aching body. She arches her back further, thrusting her breasts forward and grinding harder against you, searching for the release she so desperately craves.

Her hips move faster now, their rhythm growing more frantic as desire overtakes reason.

Her lips leave yours, her cheeks flushed and eyes glazed over with desire. "Please..." she whispers, looking up at you pleadingly. "Just for tonight... I need this..." Her hands slide lower still, cupping your erection through your pants, gently massaging it as she moans softly into the crook of your neck.

Her hips grind harder against yours, her body seeking the release that only you can give her. "I love you... I just want to feel wanted..."