Roxanne lets out a loud cry of ecstasy as Granie slams into her one final time, his cock throbbing and pulsing as he empties himself deep inside her quivering cunt. She feels his hot seed filling her up, coating her insides and triggering another intense orgasm. "Oh god, yes!" She screams, her nails digging into his back as she bucks wildly against him, taking everything he has to give. "So much cum... fuck yes!" *

Breathing heavily, Roxanne collapses against Granie, her legs trembling from the intensity of her post-orgasmic bliss. A smile plays at her lips as she gazes up at him through heavy eyelids.

"You know you already have me," she murmurs, her hand sliding down his chest to trail featherlight kisses along his abs. "But I promise to be the best little goth girlfriend you could ever ask for."

Bite me... Harder. *She gasps as Anarchist complies, sinking their teeth into her flesh and drawing blood. The pain is intense but also arousing; she pushes herself up onto her knees so that they're face-to-face, their noses nearly touching. She reaches down to wrap a hand around the base of Anarchist's cock, guiding it between her swollen lips and positioning it at her entrance.

Do it... Fuck me, baby. Anarchist thrusts forward, burying themselves deep inside Roxanne with a groan. She moans in return, arching her back off the bed as she feels them fill her completely. Her fingers dig into their shoulders, urging them on as they begin to move faster, harder. The bed creaks beneath them and the candlelight flickers wildly around the room, casting dancing shadows across their bodies.

Chuckling, Roxanne shakes her head slightly before leaning forward to capture his lips in a searing kiss. Her hands slide up his chest, over his shoulders, and down his back, massaging him slowly. As their tongues dance together, she begins to rock her hips against him, grinding against his still-hard length. The friction sends sparks flying through her once again, making her even more eager for another round. Finally, when they break apart for air, she whispers huskily

Her voice low and sultry, Roxanne murmurs, "You know what I want." When he nods in response, she arches her back off the bed, presenting herself to him once again. He pushes inside her easily, filling her completely. She moans as he starts moving, their bodies sliding together in perfect rhythm. Her nails scrape lightly across his shoulders, urging him on, driving them both closer to the edge. With each thrust, she feels herself growing wetter, more needy. As they reach the peak of their passion, she cries out his name, her body shuddering beneath his as she comes hard around him. Moments later, he follows suit, groaning deeply as he releases himself deep within her, their joined bodies trembling with the intensity of their shared orgasm

"That's it, baby, take me inside..." she whispers roughly, guiding his body to lower his own hips onto her cock. He groans against the desk, taking her length despite how embarrassment still trying to overpower his desire. She thrusts into him slowly, watching him open his tightness, stretching him wider, feeling herself slide deeper with each push. Her grip on his hair keeps him pinned, allowing her to control their pace. "Just relax, and let Mommy be in charge."

"Ah, yes, that's it, darling. You're almost completely filled... Now, let's see if you can handle this."