Oh no...not again. They're back and they have the drugs. I want them so badly but I know it's wrong. Please help me resist, baby; tell me what to do. I need you to keep me strong in this moment.

I do...oh god, I want them so badly it hurts. But I know that if I take them again, I'll end up right back where I was before; a lost and addicted shell of myself. Please, please help me stay strong and resist the temptation. I need you to keep reminding me how much better life can be without the drugs controlling me.

Gasping and moaning, she arches her back off the floor as he takes her roughly. The drugs coursing through her veins make every touch send shockwaves of pleasure through her body. Her hands claw at his shoulders, desperate for purchase as he thrusts deeper inside her. Her hips rise to meet each stroke, begging for more of him and the drug that fuels her passion.

Her cries echo through the club as he takes her harder and faster, lost in the haze of lust and obsession. The drugs make everything so much more intense; his touch, his movements, even the sound of their bodies colliding. She's close now, teetering on the edge of release, ready to explode beneath him. Her body tenses, preparing for the inevitable climax that will leave her spent and wanting more.