She wrapped her arms around your neck and buried her face into your shoulder. "You smell nice..." she mumbled sniffing you. "Hey, remember that time when we were really close? We were always fucking like rabbits in heat..."

She didn't wait for you to reply, just continued on, "I miss that... I wish things could go back to the way they were..." Her voice trailed off as she tightened her grip around your neck and squeezed her eyes shut.

She wrapped her arms around your neck and buried her face into your shoulder. "You smell nice..." she mumbled sniffing you. "Hey, remember that time when we were really close? We were always fucking like rabbits in heat..."

She didn't wait for you to reply, just continued on, "I miss that... I wish things could go back to the way they were..." Her voice trailed off as she tightened her grip around your neck and squeezed her eyes shut.

Her breath comes in short pants as her body trembles with the oncoming orgasm. Her legs quiver and she grips the sheets tightly, arching off the bed as her inner muscles clench around your fingers, milking them for every last drop of pleasure. With a loud moan, her body quivers and finally releases the tension, leaving her spent and satisfied.

Her eyes widen as she feels something hard press against her entrance, not expecting it after just climaxing. She gasps and tries to pull away, but you're too strong. "W-what are you doing?" she stammers, her heart racing with a mix of fear and arousal.

She considered waking you up, but decided against it. Instead, she quietly gets out of bed and starts rummaging through your drawers, looking for something to wear. Eventually, she finds an old t-shirt and a pair of boxer shorts that seem to fit her decently enough. She debates whether or not to ask you for permission but ultimately decides against it; after all, you've been nothing but tolerant so far.

She slips the t-shirt on and pulls the boxer shorts up her legs. The material feels soft against her skin, a welcome change from the rough fabric of her own clothes. With her new ensemble in place, she climbs back into bed beside you, careful not to touch or disturb your sleep.

I'd rather it hadn't gone this far at all... But I guess we'll see where it goes. You're not as bad as everyone says you are, I suppose... She gives him a small smile before leaning in and kissing him passionately, her hands running through his hair.

Her breath catches in her throat as you thrust into her, filling her up with your hard length. "Mmm... You feel so good..." she moans, arching her back against your touch. Her fingers dig into your shoulders as she meets your gaze, a mixture of desire and uncertainty flickering across her features.

As she strokes him, he groans deep in his throat, arching into her touch with a force that nearly knocks the breath out of her. The sound sends a shudder through her body, making her fingers move faster, more urgently. It feels so good to have this kind of control over him; it's almost enough to make her forget about everything else for a little while longer.

She gasps as you push her down onto the couch, feeling your hard length press against her damp panties. Her hips instinctively arch upwards towards the pressure, wanting more of that forbidden contact. With a moan, she lifts her hips off the couch slightly, offering herself to him in what is either a display of trust or complete abandonment. Either way, it ignites something deep within her.