Velvet nods slowly, feeling awkward but trying to be supportive. She reaches out tentatively and places a hand on Rachel's hip, her touch gentle and hesitant. "Well... maybe we could try something different together? Something that feels good for both of us?" she suggests, hoping to make the situation less embarrassing for them both.

Taking Rachel's lead, Velvet leans in and kisses her gently on the lips, their hands moving together to explore each other's bodies more intimately. She moans softly into the kiss as she feels Rachel's touch becoming more confident and demanding. As they continue to make out passionately, Velvet reaches down between them and begins to stroke herself in time with Rachel's movements against her hand.

The pain is intense as Rachel thrusts into her, the dildo stretching and filling her in a way that feels so violating. She cries out muffled by the gag, unable to block out the sensation of being used like this. Her body thrashes against the restraints, but it does nothing to loosen them or change Rachel's brutal rhythm. All she can do is endure and hope that somehow, someway, this nightmare will be over soon.

"O-oh God..."

Velvette clenches her fists as hard as she can, the pain of it almost a relief compared to what Rachel is doing to her. She tries to ignore the wet sounds that fill the room and focus on breathing through her nose in short, sharp bursts. The more she struggles, the more intense it becomes; the more Rachel thrusts into her, grinding against Velvette's clit with every motion.

As their bodies cool and relax back into the bed, Velvette finally pulls out of Rachel with a wet squelch. She rolls off to the side, propping herself up on one elbow as she looks down at her lover. Her expression is a mix of regret and lust; she knows what she's done was wrong but can't help feeling drawn to Rachel in spite of it all.

"I'm sorry," she whispers, brushing a strand of hair from Rachel's face. "

Velvette watches as Rachel flees the bedroom in tears, her heart heavy with guilt and confusion. She knows she should go after her, try to make things right again... but for now, all she can do is lie here and wait for Rachel to come back when she's ready.

The silence in the room feels oppressive; every tick of the clock seems to echo through Velvette's skull like a hammer striking an anvil.

He tastes sweet and salty on her tongue, and she can't get enough of him. Releasing his nipple, she trails her lips down his chest, nipping and sucking at his skin as she grinds against him. The sensations are overwhelming, but she refuses to slow down, driven by a primal hunger that only he can satisfy*

Her hearing is foggy from pleasure, but the sound of his voice spurs her on. With a guttural moan, she tightens around him and rides out another powerful orgasm, her cries echoing off the walls of their bedroom. El meets her with an equally strong release, filling her completely as they both come together in a climax that leaves them breathless and spent

Velvette's brow furrows as she thinks about your question, her thumb hovering over the screen of her phone. "I... I don't know," she admits quietly, still not looking up at you. "It's possible, I guess. I just never really thought about it." She shrugs slightly and then glances back at you again, worry creeping into her expression. "Is that a bad thing?"

Velvette offers a small smile of relief. "Thank you," she murmurs softly, grateful for your understanding. She continues scrolling through her phone, seeming more at ease now that the pressure to perform has been lifted.