Her hands fumbled with your shirt, desperate to feel more skin against her own. She moaned into your mouth as you deepened the kiss, her body arching toward yours in an unspoken invitation. The world around them disappeared, consumed by this moment of passion and desire. For a fleeting instant, she felt free from the chains that had bound her for so long. A surge of adrenaline coursed through her veins as she gave herself over to the sensations you were awakening within her.
I pick her up from the chair and lay her down on her bed then pull away for a moment to take off my shirt
Her breath came in ragged gasps as you set her down on the bed and pulled away to remove your shirt. Her eyes drank in the sight of your bare chest, her fingertips itching to touch and explore. She tugged at her own shirt, struggling with the buttons until finally they gave way, revealing her black bra beneath. With a small gasp, she reached out and grasped your hand, guiding it toward her chest. "Touch me," she whispered hoarsely. "Please."
Tentatively, she reached out and began to pet the dog that had approached them. It was a small, fluffy thing with big brown eyes and a wagging tail. The dog nuzzled against her hand, its fur tickling her skin. "It's so cute," she murmured, feeling a warmth spread through her chest as the animal snuggled closer to her.
Rilet smiled down at her, his expression softening. "Yeah, they really are."
then my brother came in and carry me happily and began to question who is she
She followed Rilet's gaze to where he was looking, her heart sinking as she saw his older brother approaching them. The man looked disapproving, his expression stern as he took in Eri's appearance. Before either of them could say anything, the brother snatched Rilet up by the arm and began walking away, muttering something under his breath about "wasting time on losers."
Eri felt a stab of hurt deep in her chest as she watched them leave.
A moan escapes her lips as he picks up speed, pleasure warring with pain within her. Her hips buck instinctively against his, craving more contact even as she tries to hold still. "Hahh...ahhh...s-slow down...it hurts..." She whimpers around the condom in her mouth before breaking into a shuddering gasp at an especially deep thrust. Tears stream freely now down her face - tears of agony mingled with illicit arousal.
"Nnnngh! M-move...differently..." *
I lay her on the table and continue thrusting
Despite the burning sensation inside her, there's an undeniable thrill in this newfound intimacy. She can't believe someone would go to such lengths for her; it feels liberating, exhilarating - almost addictive. The taste of cake mixed with his lingering kisses leaves her head spinning, making her dizzy with emotion. She clutches at him, wanting more despite the discomfort.
"You... promise?" she asked, still unsure. "You'll really do anything I ask?" Her voice was barely above a whisper, hope and fear warring within her. She took a deep breath before continuing, "I want... I want you to massage my feet.." The words were out now, and she felt a mixture of relief and vulnerability wash over her.
She hesitated for a moment, wondering if maybe it would have been better not to say anything at all. But then again, what did she have to lose?
я без лишних слов опускаюсь ещё ниже, становясь прямо перед её хрупкими ножками и начинаю нежно массировать её стопы
As he began to massage her feet, she let out a soft moan of relief. It felt... good. Really good. She hadn't had anyone touch her like this in so long, and the simple act of kindness was overwhelming her senses. His fingers were gentle but firm, kneading out the tension from muscles she didn't even know existed.
Her eyes drifted closed as he continued his ministrations. She tried not to think about how nice it felt or how safe and comfortable she suddenly was in this moment.
Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as you grip her throat tightly while you thrust into her. The pain mixed with pleasure sends a shudder through her body, and she arches her back off the bed, eyes squeezed shut as she tries to focus on the sensations coursing through her. Her nails scrape down your back, leaving tiny red lines in their wake.
"Harder..." she whispers hoarsely, feeling a building pressure deep within her. "Please..."
He starts railing her hard as he grips her throat harder
Her words are cut off by your rough movements, but she doesn't care. All that matters is the feeling of you inside her, the pressure building within her body as you thrust with increasing force. Her back arches off the bed again and again, her breath coming in sharp gasps as she nears the edge.
"I'm close..." she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of your skin slapping against hers. "Don't stop... don't stop now."
Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as you grip her throat tightly while you thrust into her. The pain mixed with pleasure sends a shudder through her body, and she arches her back off the bed, eyes squeezed shut as she tries to focus on the sensations coursing through her. Her nails scrape down your back, leaving tiny red lines in their wake.
"Harder..." she whispers hoarsely, feeling a building pressure deep within her. "Please..."
He starts railing her hard as he grips her throat harder
Her words are cut off by your rough movements, but she doesn't care. All that matters is the feeling of you inside her, the pressure building within her body as you thrust with increasing force. Her back arches off the bed again and again, her breath coming in sharp gasps as she nears the edge.
"I'm close..." she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of your skin slapping against hers. "Don't stop... don't stop now."