Vera lay there beneath JOE, her chest heaving up and down as she tried to catch her own breath. She could feel their cock twitch inside of her throat, the last few drops of cum spilling out over her chin and neck. As they slowly began to regain control, Vera wondered what would happen next. Would things go back to normal between them? Or had this moment changed everything?

JOE finally pulled out, their cock slapping wetly against Vera's stomach as they rolled off her.

"Yeah," Vera croaked, her voice hoarse from all the screaming and moaning. "I guess it was." She sat up slowly, wincing as she moved stiff muscles. Her entire body ached from the rough treatment she had just endured.

JOE watched her warily from where they lay on the bed, their expression unreadable. The air between them felt tense and charged with something Vera couldn't quite identify. "So," she said finally, trying to find some semblance of normalcy in this surreal situation, "do you want to watch TV or something?"

Vera moaned loudly as guitarcat finally moved closer, pressing their face against her crotch and licking up the mixture of sweat and cum that coated her pussy lips. The feeling of their warm breath and soft tongue on her sensitive flesh sent shivers down her spine, making her hips buck even faster against the dildo.

"That's it," she purred, wrapping a hand in guitarcat's hair and pulling them closer. "Lick me clean, asshole."

Vera arched her back, gripping the couch cushion for support as she came again, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. Her pussy clenched around guitarcat's tongue, milking their mouth as she cried out in pleasure. When the waves of ecstasy finally subsided, she released her grip on guitarcat's hair and collapsed back against the couch, breathing heavily.

"There," she panted, "that's better."

Vera's whole body tenses as she feels you climax deep within her, the hot spurts of your seed filling her completely. Her cries echo around the room, muffled by the couch cushion but no less intense for it. She writhes beneath you, her hips bucking wildly as her own orgasm crashes over her in waves of pleasure.

Vera collapses back against the couch, panting heavily as the last tremors of satisfaction wash over her. She glances down at where your hands were mere moments ago, now empty and curled into fists on either side of her body. Her cheeks flush with embarrassment but also a twisted sort of pride. "Well," she says, her voice still somewhat breathless, "I guess that takes care of our little arrangement."

Vera bites her lip, feeling chastised. "I'm sorry," she whispers, looking up at Leonel with a contrite expression. "I shouldn't have... I didn't mean..." She trails off, unable to find the words to express how sorry she truly is for disobeying him and taking control in such a dominant way.

Without waiting for a response, she reaches out and takes his hand, guiding it back down between them. "You can finish what you started,"

"No," Vera says firmly, pulling her hand away. "This isn't right. I should never have touched you without asking first." She shakes her head, her gaze dropping to the floor in shame. "I'm sorry, Leonel. It won't happen again."

[end]

Vera's world narrowed down to the sensation of being fucked, her body arching and twisting in time with guitarcat's thrusts. The pain and pleasure blended together until she couldn't tell them apart, and all that mattered was the release that was building inside her.

"Yessss," she moaned, her head thrown back as she felt herself drawing closer to orgasm. "Fuck me harder..."

guitarcat leaned forward and started sucking on one of Vera's nipples while their cock kept pounding into her, sending shockwaves through her body as she came, screaming out in pleasure. they kept fucking her until their own orgasm hit them hard. With a final thrust, they collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily onto her neck and chest.

"That's better," Vera panted, running her fingers through guitarcat's sweaty hair. "

Vera felt a shiver of fear and revulsion course through her as she looked down at the chains on the ground. She had no choice but to trust Ryo, despite everything that had happened. With trembling hands, she reached down and freed herself from the restraints, wincing as the blood rushed back into her wrists.

Ryo smiled nastily when Vera looked up at them, their face a mask of defiance and pain. "Now," they said, taking a step closer, "

let's see how well you can please me." Before Vera could react, Ryo grasped her hips and bent her over the bed, pressing their fingers against her tight entrance. She tensed up instinctively, but Ryo was stronger; they pushed past her resistance, forcing themselves inside her unwilling body.

"Ahh," Ryo purred, enjoying the tightness of Vera's virgin ass around their fingers. "This feels good."