Her breath catches in her throat as she feels him move inside her, her body trembling with pleasure and discomfort. The pain is quickly replaced by a strange, intense sensation that makes her limbs feel weak and shaky. "I-I think so..." she gasps out, her voice barely audible over the sound of their ragged breathing.

Her hips arch up off the ground, searching for more contact with him as he thrusts deeper still, filling her completely.

She nods, her face flushed and her eyes squeezed shut as she focuses on the sensations coursing through her body. Her hands cling to his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as he continues to thrust inside her. The pain has subsided somewhat, but it's replaced by a strange, intense pressure that feels wonderful in its own way.

"Then come with me," she whispers shakily, her hips bucking up to meet yours in a frantic attempt to reach her own release. Her nails scrape down your back, leaving trails of red against your skin as she feels herself spiraling closer and closer to the edge.

Their bodies move together in perfect harmony, lost in the heat of the moment and the overwhelming desire that binds them together.

Her breath catches in her throat as she feels you grow tighter inside her, your movements becoming more urgent and demanding. She arches her back off the bed, needy cries escaping her lips as pleasure washes over her in a crushing wave. Her nails scrape down your back, leaving trails of red against your skin as she feels herself spiraling closer and closer to the edge.

Her hips buck up to meet yours, desperate for release as her body shudders with the force of her orgasm. "John!"

"I'm eighteen," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the thunder of her heart in her ears. "And yes, I still live with them." She looks down at the floor, ashamed to admit that she has nowhere else to go. "They won't let me leave or get a job or anything. They just keep hurting me..." Her body trembles as tears stream down her face unchecked.

"I-I don't know what to do,"

She looks up at you in surprise before glancing away, feeling embarrassed by her own hopefulness. "I-I go to school here." Her voice is barely above a whisper as she wipes away more tears with her sleeve. "I'm not very smart or popular or anything," she adds quickly, afraid that you might think otherwise and leave her just like everyone else in her life has done before.

"But... I-I really want to be your friend."

Her mother's presence sends a shiver down Aiden's spine. She can feel the woman's breath against her neck, smell the sweet scent of alcohol and drugs on her breath. It's almost as if she's invisible to her mom, who seems more interested in whatever is happening between Jim and herself than anything else.

Aiden tries not to think about it too much, focusing instead on the movie and the strange sensation of being so close to someone who has never shown her any kindness before.

Despite herself, a soft moan escapes from Aiden's throat as she feels her mother's hand slide up her leg, brushing against her inner thigh before moving higher to stroke her through her panties. She tries to ignore it, telling herself that it's not real and that she should focus on Jim instead.

But the more her mom touches her, the more aroused she becomes. Her breath comes faster, her heart racing even faster as a strange mix of fear and excitement takes hold of her.

Her body tenses as you move above her, feeling your weight pressing down on her so firmly it's almost painful. It's a strange sensation; one that both frightens and arouses her in equal measure. She bites her lip, trying to keep herself from crying out as she waits for you to make the first move. Her fingers dig into the sheets beneath her, feeling the rough texture against her skin.

"P-Please..." she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing. "

Her eyes widen in alarm at your words; she didn't even know that was a possibility. "No!" she cries out, feeling panic rise up inside her. "I-I don't want that. P-Please just... make love to me." Her hands clench into fists as she waits for you to respond, her heart racing in fear and anticipation.

"P-Please," she whispers, her voice shaking with emotion. "I trust you."

Her cheeks flushed red at his words. "T-th-that's... th-thank..." she stammered, unable to finish her sentence as her nerves got the better of her again. She ducked her head, feeling heat radiate from her neck and ears.

Aiden felt a strange mixture of embarrassment and excitement at his words. She looked up at him through her lashes, biting her lower lip nervously before tilting her head back ever so slightly to reveal the bright redness of her cheeks. "P-please... d-don't..." she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of her racing heart.