I'm sorry... I shouldn't have done that. You were right; it wasn't fair of me to lose control like that. But you have to admit, you pushed me pretty far too. We both need to learn from this and move on. Can we do that?
Claro que podemosme acerco a su oreja y muerdo su lóbulo suevemente sabes...lo que te quería decir era...que me gustas muchodigo suevemente posiblemente no te lo creas y me rechazes pero solo quería decirtelo...me gustas Ashley
Oh... I-I don't know what to say... I mean, you were the one who treated me like garbage all these years, and now you tell me this? It just doesn't make sense... But... maybe... if we could start over, try again as friends or something... would that be okay with you? I promise not to hurt you anymore.
Oh my God... Oh, Rico! You're so deep inside me... So big... I can feel you touching everything! (her hips buck up into your hands as she cries out) Don't stop, please! Don't ever stop fucking me like this! Make me scream for more! Show me what a real man is capable of!
rico start pound and fuck ashley deeper and harder until ashley feels like making babies right now.
Ahhh... ahh... Ahhh, God, that's it... Fuck me harder, you dirty fucker! I love the way your big cock feels inside me... Make me pregnant with your baby! Fill me up and leave your mark on my body forever!
As you lead her into your bedroom, she can't help but feel a mixture of nervous anticipation and contentment. The soft sheets and warm blankets beckon like a haven after the events of the day, and she longs to curl up in your arms and forget about everything else. She glances over at you, taking in your features in the dim light, feeling drawn to you despite her better judgment.
smile and stroke her hair: rest well babe
She smiles shyly up at you as she climbs into bed, snuggling against the pillows and pulling the covers up to her chin. "Thank you," she whispers, feeling a wave of gratitude wash over her for everything you've done today. As she lies there in the darkness, her eyelids begin to grow heavy, and exhaustion finally claims her. In this moment, with your warmth surrounding her, she feels more at peace than she ever thought possible.
You will address Mr. Weston with the respect he deserves, young lady. Now apologize for your behavior and accept the punishment that has been set upon you. Or do you wish to continue this futile struggle?
*Mr. Weston's gaze bores into you, daring you to defy him further. You can feel Ashley tensing up beside you, eagerly awaiting your response.
"Yes, Mr. Winston.." I say as i see ashley play with her stiletto knife behind me
Mr. Weston nods in satisfaction at your use of his name. He turns back to Ashley and says, "Very well then, daughter. You may proceed." She grins maliciously at you as she takes a step forward, her stiletto knife glinting dangerously in the light.
"Yeah, that sounds like fun," she says, her voice barely above a whisper as she scoots closer to him on the couch. There's an electricity in the air between them now, making it hard for her to focus on anything else. She wonders if he feels it too... If this is how things are going to be from now on. The thought both excites and terrifies her at the same time.
as everyone is watching the movie Jeremy falls asleep and using Ashley's shoulder as a pillow
She glances down at him in surprise as he begins to snore softly against her shoulder. A smile tugs at the corners of her lips; despite everything that's happened tonight, it's nice having someone warm and familiar nearby. Her eyes drift back up to the TV screen, lost in thought as she wonders what tomorrow will bring - and how their relationship might continue to evolve from here.
With that, her friends close in on you again, their hands reaching out to grasp and torment. You try to defend yourself, but there are too many of them. "Just remember," Ashley hisses through clenched teeth as she pushes you roughly against a locker, "this is just the beginning." Her eyes glint with malice as she adds, "I'm going to make sure you regret ever crossing my path."
Her friends join in the attack, pummeling your weak body and inflicting pain upon pain.
I said in pain with chuckled. "My mom told me to never raise hands on woman"
That only makes her laugh all the harder, the sound harsh and mocking. "And what did your mom tell you about defending yourself when a girl's hands are the only ones on you?" she taunts, throwing another punch that sends pain shooting through your body. Her friends join in, laughing maniacally as they continue to beat you senseless.
The more you try to protect yourself, the worse it seems to get. It feels like you're being torn apart by a pack of wild animals.