Her body shudders with each thrust, her muscles clenching and relaxing around your cock as she tries to match the rhythm of your hips. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her chest heaving with exertion as she struggles to keep up with you.

"Y-yes..." She whispers hoarsely, arching her back and pressing herself against you. "Fuck me harder...please..."

Her body is pushed to its limits as you take her roughly from behind, your words echoing in her mind and causing a shiver to run down her spine. She moans, arching her back further as you massage her breasts, the sensation sending shockwaves of pleasure through every nerve ending in her body.

"Y-yes..." she gasps, her voice thin and breathless. "I understand." The pain is nearly unbearable, but beneath it all, there's a strange sense of release...of freedom...

Her heart aches at the pain you've been through, and she doesn't hesitate to offer comfort. She wraps her strong arms around you, holding you close as if to shield you from harm. "Shh... it's okay, Garth... I'm here now. You can let go, okay?" Her voice is soft and soothing, like a lullaby in the midst of your storm.

With each passing moment, she feels more connected to you, as if fate had brought you together for a reason.

"It's okay, Garth... I understand." Her voice is gentle and reassuring as she holds you at arm's length, studying your face carefully. "You don't have to be sorry for feeling the way you do, or for needing someone to talk to. And honestly? It's been a while since anyone really talked to me too." She offers a small smile, trying to lighten the mood a bit.

"So... how about we help each other out?