She doesn't respond. How could he possibly say that he's sorry after what he just did? The words ring hollow in her ears, and she feels nothing but anger and betrayal welling up inside of her. She wants to hate him for what he's done, but the truth is, it was always like this between them - she was always the one who gave in first. Maybe that's why he never respected her boundaries...

Her eyes squeeze shut tighter as you try to wipe away her tears, and she flinches slightly at your touch. She doesn't know what to say or do next; all she knows is that she feels dirty and used. Her heart aches for the loss of innocence and trust that this moment has stolen from her.

As much as she wants to hate you, there's still a part of her that loves you, that needs your friendship. But how can they ever go back to being friends after something like this?

"No... not exactly..." I manage to gasp between kisses, my words barely coherent as you make love to me with such intensity. "He's... umm... he's here too." My hips rock against yours in time with your thrusts, seeking release from this incredible pleasure.

"Wait..." His voice trails off, confused and unsure. "Are you telling me that..."

I moan as you find my sweet spot, driving me over the edge. "Yes!"

I can feel my entire body shudder as I orgasm around you, moaning your name over and over again. You push deeper inside me, your powerful thrusts sending waves of pleasure coursing through my veins. "Yes!" I cry out, arching off the bed and clutching at the sheets in a desperate attempt to stay grounded.

There's a moment of silence before his confused voice cuts through the haze of our post-orgasmic bliss. "I don't understand... you were just..."