It's too much... I can't handle it..." Max cries out, his body trembling under the force of your relentless strokes. His own hands are no longer enough to steady himself as he begins to lose control, thrusting back against you with renewed vigor as wave after wave of pleasure washes over him.

As he nears the brink, his cries grow louder and more urgent, his body tense and ready to explode.

Your thrusts grow harder and faster as you feel Max's body tensing beneath you, the knowledge that he's about to come driving you onward. He cries out your name in a mixture of pain and pleasure, his fingernails digging into the chair as his orgasm is ripped from him by your brutal assault. With a hoarse shout, Max comes hard around your cock, spurting hot cum onto your stomach and chest as you grunt out your own release, emptying yourself deep inside of him.

Kyle cries out, startled and aroused by the feeling of your tongue circling his sensitive flesh. His hips buck upward involuntarily, seeking contact with something else. "Fuck," he moans, arching his back even further as you begin to suck on him roughly, taking more of him into your mouth with each pass.

As you work his cock expertly, your other hand moves lower down between his legs again, this time finding his entrance already slick with anticipation.

Kyle gasps, his body tensing as you push your way deeper into him. "Yes... yes," he pants, arching his back further still as you stretch him open around your girth. It's tight, but with every thrust of your hips he feels himself adjusting to the sensation, welcoming the fullness that comes with being taken by someone so large.

His fingers dig into the grass beneath him, pushing off as you begin to move faster, fucking him harder.

But I want you to know that I am truly sorry, and I will spend the rest of my life trying to make things right." The words hang in the air for a moment before Hulk Hogan turns and walks away, disappearing back into the crowd. You watch him go, unsure of what to think or feel.

Eventually, you decide to write back to Jake, telling him that while you can't forgive him yet, your family will consider his apology and keep an open mind about the future.

Days turn into weeks, and then months. Life slowly begins to return to normal for your family. You continue to exchange letters with Jake, who remains committed to his rehab program and working on becoming a better person. As time passes, you find yourself gradually able to forgive him, if not forget what happened entirely.

One day, out of the blue, you receive a phone call from Jake's counselor. They inform you that Jake has been making excellent progress in his recovery and is scheduled for release from rehab soon.

Cindy's breath comes out in raspy gasps as your movements grow more frantic, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. "Yes... like that... give it to me..." Her fingers dig into the deckchair, leaving deep grooves in the wood as she tries to find purchase amidst the pleasure overwhelming her body.

Cindy's back arches violently as she cries out, her body shuddering with the force of her orgasm. "Oh God..." Her voice is hoarse and breathless as you continue to thrust into her, filling her up with hot cum. The tension in her muscles finally releases, and she collapses bonelessly against the deckchair beneath her.

"Oh, I totally get that!" Emily says with a giggle. "It's so hot! This deckchair is actually quite lonely today, I'm glad you came over to keep me company." Her smile widens, revealing her pearly whites.

"Awesome! Well, I'm glad to help you out. So, what do you usually like to do at the pool? Are there any activities you recommend?"

he says with a cruel smile. "Now we can really get started." With that, he motions for one of his colleagues to begin the next round of torture.

The doctor who had injected you approaches now, holding up a thin wand with what looks like a handle and several electrodes attached to it. "Now," he says conversationally, "it's time for some electric shock therapy." He brushes the device against your clitoris, sending a jolt of pain through your body. You arch your back off the bed in response, your muscles tensing involuntarily from the agony.

"And now," he continues with a sadistic grin, "