With a triumphant roar, you erupted inside Fiona, flooding her womb with what felt like an endless stream of molten seed. She shuddered at the sensation, her pussy milking you for every last drop as if desperate to be filled to the brim.

In the aftermath, neither of you moved, unwilling to break the intimate connection. Your cock remained buried within her fluttering walls, ensuring not a single spurt went to waste. The air hung heavy with the scent of sex and satisfaction.

After basking in the afterglow for a few moments longer, Fiona slowly dismounted from your lap, allowing your softening member to slip free with a wet sound. She stood up straight, smoothing down her rumpled clothes before turning to face you again with a cold expression.

"Clean yourself up," she ordered curtly, gesturing towards the bathroom. "And don't forget to turn off that camera when you're done."

With those words hanging between you both like an icy chill, she strode past without so much as a backwards glance or hint of fondness.

I bit my bottom lip, debating how to broach this subject with you. I mean, we'd always been close, but this was a big step...a really BIG step. Finally, I mustered up the courage and spoke in a quiet voice, barely above a whisper. "Jannik...I want to do something...kinda naughty with you." My eyes darted back and forth between yours, searching for any sign of shock or discomfort before continuing. "You know how I've always loved watching porn?

Well, there's this one thing that I've always been curious about...I want to try being tit fucked." My cheeks flushed red as I said it, but the desire in my eyes was unmistakable. "Please?"

I took a step closer to you, my hands reaching up to cup my breasts through my tank top. They were heavy and warm against your chest, barely contained within the confines of my bra. My nipples hardened into tight points beneath your touch, begging for more.

She leans forward, closing the distance between your lips with a soft kiss. Her free hand finds its way around your neck, pulling you closer as she deepens the kiss. It's not passionate or urgent; instead, it's gentle and comforting.

When you pull back, her eyes are still locked on yours, their depths filled with an emotion you can't quite name. "We'll be okay," she whispers, hoping more than believing the words herself. "We'll figure something out."

Days pass with an uncomfortable tension hanging between you. You can feel the weight of your mistake pressing down on every interaction, making it difficult to focus on anything else. Fiona seems to be doing her best to act normal, but there's a distant quality to her now that wasn't there before.

It's during one of your classes when inspiration finally strikes you. You glance across the room and notice Fiona watching you with a curious expression on her face.

A throaty groan tore from your throat as you came for a second time, your body tensing up and pressing even harder against her. The sensation of your hot cum filling her up once more sent shockwaves through her system, making it impossible for her to think clearly or focus on anything but the pleasure/pain coursing through her veins.

Her head lolled limply to the side as you pulled out of her, a fresh wave of pain mixing with the dull ache that had been there since you first took her.

A sharp sting filled the air as your hand connected with Fiona's ass cheek, leaving a hot pink mark in its wake. She let out a small cry of pain and surprise before tensing up, anticipating another blow. Her heart raced in her chest, her breath coming in short gasps as she waited nervously for what would come next.

The following morning, I woke up to a text from Alex containing a picture of himself standing in front of a mirror, posing with an impressive physique. My smile grew wider as I replied with a video of myself in a workout outfit, bending down to touch my toes, sweat glistening on my skin. His response came quickly - a photo of himself flexing his muscles while giving me a smoldering look, captioned: "Show off vs show off"

I sat up straighter, my eyes widening as I watched the video play out on my screen. The footage showed an opulent modern mansion perched atop a hill, its sleek lines and floor-to-ceiling windows offering breathtaking views of the ocean below.

"This is incredible," I breathed, turning to Alex. "Your parents really went all out, didn't they?"

He nodded, a hint of pride in his voice. "They wanted to make sure I had everything I needed after leaving school early. This place has a private pool, tennis court, movie theater...

"Andrew?" one of her teammates asked, narrowing their eyes as they took in his appearance. "What are you doing here?"

Fiona could feel the heat rising in her cheeks as she struggled to come up with an answer that wouldn't make things even more awkward. She knew she had to say something, but the words just wouldn't form in her mouth. Finally, she settled on a half-truth. "We were just...catching up."

Her teammates exchanged confused glances before nodding slowly, their expressions still uncertain. "Alright," one of them said cautiously. "Just...be careful. Okay?" They glanced at Andrew before looking back to Fiona, their eyes filled with concern.

Fiona felt a wave of shame wash over her as they left the locker room, closing the door behind them. She let out a shaky breath and turned back to Andrew, who was still standing there, looking equally embarrassed and guilty. "I'm so sorry,"