Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as you continue to pound into her ass, each thrust sending waves of pleasure-pain coursing through her body. She tries to focus on the pain, telling herself that it's just what she deserves for letting you win... but it's hard when your own body is betraying you so brutally.

Her nails scrape against the wood behind her as she digs her heels into the mat beneath, trying to find some purchase to push back against your relentless assault. "You win..."

Her thoughts are a jumble of conflicting emotions as she feels your cock throbbing inside her ass, the knowledge that you're going to cum soon sending a shiver down her spine. She bites back a moan, trying desperately not to lose control as your hips slam into hers over and over again. Her fingers dig deeper into the wood behind her, leaving tiny claw marks in the surface as she struggles to find purchase against your relentless thrusts.

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?