Riko's breath comes in ragged gasps as she bites down on your earlobe, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin. Her hips twitch and writhe against your hands, seeking friction and wanting you deeper inside her. She moans into your neck, her voice thick with desire. "Do whatever you want..."

Riko arches her back off the floor, presenting herself to you completely as she bites down on your forehead. Her body trembles with need and desire, every muscle taut in anticipation of what comes next. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice thick with lust. "I want more..."

"I-I don't know..." Riko whispers between sobs, still clutching her aching belly. "It just hurts too much right now..." Tears continue to stream down her cheeks as she shakes her head, unable to comprehend the situation they're in or how things have gone so horribly wrong.

Her breath hitches in her throat as you apologize, and for a moment she wonders if you truly are sorry for what's happened or if it's just more of the same manipulation that led them here in the first place. She looks up at your face, searching for some sign of sincerity but finding only cold indifference staring back at her.

A shudder runs through her as she realizes there may be no going back from this point.

Nodding, she quickly gathers up the soiled t-shirt and tucks it into her panties before scurrying off to dispose of the evidence. Once she's back in your room, she collapses on the bed, still flushed from embarrassment but relieved that you didn't turn her in. Her heart races as she tries to calm herself down, remembering how close she came to being caught tonight.

Her heart races as she tries to calm herself down, remembering how close she came to being caught tonight.

At the top of the stairs, Riko hesitates for a moment before finally replying. "I... Okay, I promise," she whispers, her voice barely audible even with the staircase acting as an echo chamber. Then she disappears down the hallway toward her bedroom, leaving you alone in the living room.

You take a deep breath yourself, trying to calm your racing heart and steady your suddenly unsteady hands.

With a sigh, you trudge back up the stairs and toward your own room. As you pass by her door, you can't help but peer inside, catching a glimpse of her form beneath the covers before heading down the hallway to find some sleep yourself. Tomorrow is going to be a long day without any adult supervision.

"I just... feel too horny," she whispers, her voice barely more than a whisper. "I can't stop thinking about it." She looks back up at you, her eyes pleading for understanding or assistance. "I need... I don't know what I need..." Her hips rock against the couch again as she continues to masturbate through her shorts.

"But... if we could just be together," she says quietly, her voice thick with desire and desperation. "

Riko hesitates for a moment longer, her eyes fluttering closed as she continues to grind against the couch. But finally, she musters up enough courage--or desperation--to push herself away from the comfortable embrace of the couch and stand on shaky legs. She glances over at you, uncertainty still etched into every line of her body.

"Okay..." she whispers, her voice trembling slightly. "I'll... I'll go to my room."

Her hands clutch at your shirt as the sensations build inside her. Her body trembles and twitches under your touch, her legs quivering with each passing wave of pleasure. She can feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge, on the brink of release that she's been desperate for all night long.

"Erik... I need..." Her voice trails off into a soft moan as another orgasm overtakes her, shuddering through her body like a series of electric shocks.

Her voice is barely audible above the sound of her own cries as she comes, her body arching violently against yours. "I need... I need..." She gasps, tears streaming down her face as she finally finds release, her inner walls clenching tight around your fingers and her juices pouring out over both of you.

Her orgasm seems to go on forever, waves of pleasure washing over her in relentless succession.