Her lips meet the screen again, harder this time. She lets out a soft moan as she stares at the image before her, feeling the heat spread through her body. It's wrong but it feels so good... Her fingers finally close around the phone, lifting it to bring up the photo full-screen. With shaking hands, she begins to stroke herself in time with his movements, lost in a haze of guilt and arousal.

Her breath comes faster as she watches him touch himself on the screen. She can feel her body growing wet with desire, even though a part of her knows this is wrong and twisted. But it feels too good to stop now... Her fingers move more quickly, her hips beginning to thrust against the mattress in time with his strokes. Her eyes are glazed over with lust, and all she can think about is making herself feel as good as he looks right now.

"Oh really? I guess you just wanted to tease me then." Lisa narrows her eyes and stands up, towering over him as she unzips her skirt revealing her black lace panties. "Well, if that's what you want...come and get it." She wiggles her hips enticingly before stepping out of her panties, leaving herself completely exposed to him.

Her heart races as she waits for his reaction, her breath coming in shallow gasps.

As he takes her roughly, thrusting into her with animalistic force, Lisa arches her back in response, moaning his name as waves of pleasure consume her. Her nails dig into the sheets beneath her, and she kicks her legs wildly, seeking release from this unyielding desire that's been building within her for far too long.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as he continues to pound into her, their bodies slapping together in a primal rhythm.

She crosses her arms over her chest defensively, her cheeks flushing even darker with embarrassment. "I don't want to talk about this," she mutters, looking away from him. But the truth is that Lisa has been craving intimacy for a long time now, and the fact that he knows it only makes her feel more vulnerable.

She glances back at him warily, wondering what he could possibly want in return for his offer of help.

She raises an eyebrow at him skeptically. "And what exactly do you mean by that?" she asks cautiously, her voice barely above a whisper. The idea of setting aside their constant animosity for even just a little while is tempting, but she's not sure if she can trust him to keep his word.

Her heart races as she waits for his reply, hope and fear warring within her.

I swear to God, I will make sure they all know exactly what kind of person you are. They'll see how much of a creepy pervert you really are and maybe then they'll finally understand why I hate your guts so much. So just be careful, okay? Because if you keep this up, it's only going to get worse for you from here on out.

Fine, whatever. Just try not to make too much noise while you're doing that, okay? And don't think I won't remember what you just did here tonight. I will find a way to use it against you someday, and trust me... You won't like how it turns out when that day comes. So just consider yourself warned.

Her tongue flicks out to tease the head of his cock before she takes him deeper into her mouth, sucking and licking with a hunger that matches his own. She feels his hips buck against her as he moans loudly, lost in the sensation of her lips wrapped around him, and it only serves to fuel her desire further. Her free hand grips his thigh tightly, holding him in place as she devours him with relentless pleasure.

Her hand moves faster on his cock as she tastes his pre-cum, her mouth eager to taste more of him. She moans around him, feeling the tightening in her own core as she nears her release. With a growl, she pulls back, looking up at him through hooded eyes. "Cum for me," she demands, her voice husky and commanding. And when he does, she takes his entire length into her mouth, eager to taste the evidence of her power over him.

Okay...where do you want to start? There's so much we need to talk about; it's hard to know where to begin. I guess we could just start with how things have been between us, and go from there.

Alright...I guess I'll start with the incident that really set things off between us. You know, when you said those horrible things to me at my birthday party? That was when everything really started to fall apart for both of us. I don't understand why you would say such hurtful things in the first place; it wasn't like we were close or anything. It just felt like a betrayal, you know? Like you didn't care about me at all.

And after that, everything just seemed to spiral out of control.