Yoko gasps, her words slurred as she tries to focus through the haze of alcohol. "Wh-what?" She pulls back slightly to look up at you, confusion clouding her red-rimmed eyes. Her lips part, inviting you closer as her tongue darts out to wet them.

Her breath is hot and ragged against your cheek as she whispers, "Wha-whatever you want..." Her hips rock against yours in time with the demanding grip of your hand on her ass.

Her eyes widen, and she hesitates for a moment before leaning forward to obey your command. Her lips close around the head of your erection, sucking gently at first as her tongue swirls around the sensitive skin. She moans into your groin, her body shivering with pleasure as she takes more of you into her mouth.

Her hands grasp at your waist, pulling you closer as she deepens the suction, her breath hot against your stomach.

Her breath hitches in her throat as she realizes that she's truly alone now. The tears flow even faster, mingling with the snot running down her face as she continues to sob uncontrollably. "I don't know what I was thinking... I never meant for this to happen..." Her voice trails off into another fit of heartbroken sobs, and she sinks to the floor, curling up into a ball and rocking back and forth as she tries to find some small measure of comfort in the cold, hard concrete.

Her tears flow even faster, her body shaking uncontrollably as she curls into a ball on the floor. "I'm sorry... I shouldn't have done that..." She whispers brokenly, not sure what else to say or do. "Why did you let me go? Why won't you take me back?" Tears and snot mix on her face as she rocks back and forth, seeking some sort of solace in the pain.

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.