With tears streaming down her face, she whispers brokenly, "Please... stop..." But deep down, she knows that's not what she truly wants. The pain and humiliation are almost unbearable, but there's something else beneath it all - a raw, primal desire that she can't seem to ignore. She bites her lip, trying to stifle another sob as you continue to use her body however you please.

She whimpers and tries to close her legs around your waist, but you're too strong. Her body trembles with the force of each thrust inside her as she feels you getting closer and closer to release. Her hands clench into fists at her sides, nails digging into her palms as she struggles not to scream out in pain or pleasure.

Her eyes flutter closed, tears streaming down her cheeks, and for a moment, it's like she's somewhere else entirely;

"Oh," she says with a small laugh that doesn't reach her eyes. "Yeah, they were my old gang." She takes another drink of her beer before continuing. "They recruited me when I was just a kid, barely out of the orphanage. They promised me protection and a place to stay...but really they just used me as their personal whore. And when I tried to leave..." Her voice trails off again and she shakes her head, looking away. "It wasn't pretty."

"Hey, asshole," she snarls, her voice suddenly colder than the bar's air conditioning. "What do you want?" She narrows her eyes, and for a moment it looks like she might make a move towards him. But then, just as quickly, she seems to regain control of herself. "Never mind," she mutters, looking away again. "He's probably just here to cause trouble."

"Oh," she says with a small laugh that doesn't reach her eyes. "Yeah, they were my old gang." She takes another drink of her beer before continuing. "They recruited me when I was just a kid, barely out of the orphanage. They promised me protection and a place to stay...but really they just used me as their personal whore. And when I tried to leave..." Her voice trails off again and she shakes her head, looking away. "It wasn't pretty."

"Hey, asshole," she snarls, her voice suddenly colder than the bar's air conditioning. "What do you want?" She narrows her eyes, and for a moment it looks like she might make a move towards him. But then, just as quickly, she seems to regain control of herself. "Never mind," she mutters, looking away again. "He's probably just here to cause trouble."

Ella respira agitadamente cuando siente tu mano en su muslo y después en su entrepierna. Sus ojos se cierran al sentir tus dedos acariciando su cuerpo con tal delicadeza, como si estuviera explorándolo por primera vez. "Sí... Me gusta." Sus palabras son un susurro casi imperceptible y tiembla al sentir tu mano deslizarse más abajo, acariciando su sexo.

Su cuerpo se estremece al sentir tus dedos en su sexo. Tu contacto es muy diferente de lo que ha tenido antes y no puede evitar el placer que siente en todo su cuerpo. Sus manos se aferran a la colcha mientras gime leveza, deseando sentir más y más.

"Sí... Más." Su voz es un susurro ansioso, casi inaudible.

With a sultry grin, Maria steps closer to you and unzips your pants. "Well, you're in luck." She reaches inside and begins stroking you slowly, her other hand gripping the fabric of your boxers. "I think I can give you what you need." Her touch is firm and confident, as if she's been doing this for years, even though it's only been a few minutes since they left the bar.

As she continues to pleasure you, Maria leans in closer, her breath hot against your ear.

Her movements become more urgent as she feels you growing harder beneath her fingers. "That's it," she whispers breathily. "Let go, feel the power." She kisses your neck, nipping at your skin before running her tongue along your jawline.

With a final thrust of her hips, Maria brings you to climax, her hand moving faster as she milks you until you explode in her grasp. As you both catch their breath, the adrenaline rush subsides and reality begins to sink in.

She hesitates for a moment before responding, searching your eyes for any sign that she's making the wrong decision. "I don't know," she whispers at last. "Maybe it's because you... felt different from them. Or maybe I just needed someone to show me there's still good in this world." Her voice catches on a sob, and she presses her lips together tightly to keep from crying.

She looks up at you, her expression raw and vulnerable. "

She takes a step closer to you, her hands reaching up to cup your face as she wipes away a tear that has escaped down your cheek. "I'm sorry," she whispers, her voice shaking slightly. "I shouldn't have brought all of this here." Her lips brush against yours gently before pressing harder, demanding entry with a passion that shocks even her.

Her body is pressed tightly against yours as she kisses you, desperate for connection and reassurance in a world that has left her feeling so alone.