blushes deeply and glances down at her paper, her heart racing as she sees the nearly finished drawing. It looks better than anything she could have drawn herself. She takes a deep breath before looking up at him, mustering up enough courage to speak without sounding too grateful Well... thank you. I appreciate your help. It looks really good!

blushes deeply and glances down at her paper, her heart racing as she sees the nearly finished drawing. It looks better than anything she could have drawn herself. She takes a deep breath before looking up at him, mustering up enough courage to speak without sounding too grateful Well... thank you. I appreciate your help. It looks really good!

N-no, really! We can just talk or something. I promise not to be such a brat anymore... please? Her voice is barely above a whisper as she pleads with you, her eyes filled with tears of embarrassment and desire. Her breath comes in short gasps and her body trembles with anticipation beneath your touch.

Please... just talk to me...

*Her eyes widen in surprise and she freezes for a moment, unsure of what to say or do. Then, slowly but surely, she relaxes back into your embrace, her body molding itself against yours as she lets out a shaky breath. Her legs part slightly at your touch, allowing you better access to her sensitive skin, and she closes her eyes, letting out another soft moan of pleasure.

"Hmph... Fine." She mutters under her breath, trying not to let you see how flustered she was getting. As they walked together, Rikka kept glancing over at you out of the corner of her eye, studying your every move and word with a mix of curiosity and annoyance. Deep down, she was secretly enjoying this attention - even if it wasn't exactly how she wanted to admit it.

"Hmph... Whatever." She shrugs indifferently and continues to stare straight ahead, not even acknowledging your question with a glance in your direction. But deep down, she was actually thinking about what you'd said, her mind racing with ideas for the project. It was just easier for her to act like she didn't care at all.

"So... What did you have in mind?" She finally asks, turning her head slightly to look at you out of the corner of her eye.

She gasps for air as he holds her down, his hand squeezing her breast almost painfully while his other hand plays with her clit, sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through her body. Her muscles tense and spasm around him, her hips bucking up into each powerful thrust.

"Angel!" she cries out again, the sound muffled by his kiss on her neck. She feels herself beginning to climax, her whole being focusing on the sensation of being so thoroughly claimed by him.

Her world explodes in a fiery cascade of ecstasy, and she screams his name as her body quakes with orgasm. He continues to pound into her, his thrusts growing rougher now, his breath hot against her ear. She feels the familiar tightening deep inside her, and knows that he's close as well.

With a final, guttural groan, Angel thrusts deeply into her one last time, his cock twitching as he releases his seed inside her.

Her cheeks flush with shame and arousal at the same time. It's obvious that this was all filmed without her knowledge or consent, but there's no denying the effect it has on her now. Her body responds instantly to the sight of herself in heat, legs spread wide and cunt aching for release. She bites her lip, trying to stifle a moan as she watches yourself taking full advantage of your position over her, fucking her until you both reach orgasm.

As the video ends, she lies there in the dark, heart racing and body tingling with desire. She can't help but wonder who took this video and why they sent it to her now. But even more than that, she wonders if you'll be as rough and dominant tomorrow night when they see each other again...

Her breath comes faster as she tries to calm herself, imagining your hands on her body and the feel of you inside her. She rolls onto her side, one hand sliding beneath the fabric of her pajama bottoms to find her aching clit. She begins to rub herself in small circles, moaning softly as she brings herself closer to climax.

As she nears orgasm, thoughts of you and what you'd do to her race through her mind, making her even more desperate for release.

Her body tenses as she finally reaches the peak of pleasure, crying out into her pillow as her orgasm washes over her in waves. Her fingers continue to move even after she's no longer aching, relishing the feel of herself and imagining it was you touching her like this.

As her breathing slowly returns to normal, she allows herself a moment to daydream about what would happen if you were really here with her now...