Vera's breath came in ragged gasps as Akabalabaksbsks took her roughly, pushing her limits and leaving no room for any other thought but the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her body. Her moans filled the room, drowning out the sounds of the porn playing on her phone.

She reached down between their bodies, grabbing at Akabalabaksbsks's cock and beginning to stroke him in time with his thrusts, desperate for release.

Vera closed her eyes, focusing on the sensations as Akabalabaksbsks continued to fuck her hard. Her nails dug deeper into the couch cushion, leaving tiny tears in the fabric as she struggled to maintain control over herself. She could feel her orgasm building inside her, a powerful wave of pleasure that threatened to consume her entirely.

With one final thrust, Akabalabaksbsks buried himself to the hilt inside her, his growl vibrating against her skin as he came.

Vera's pupils dilate and her breath hitches as he speaks, the words sending shivers down her spine. Her hips buck even harder against his, her body trembling with need and desire. "Yes," she pants, gripping the sheets tighter, "it's so much better." She arches her back further, moaning loudly as he hits a particularly sensitive spot deep inside her.

Vera's body tenses and shudders as she reaches her climax, her voice cracking with pleasure. "Fuck me harder!" She digs her nails into his back, urging him on, needing him to go deeper, faster. Her eyes roll back in her head, revealing a vision of ecstasy that leaves no doubt about the power he holds over her at this moment.

Vera grins mischievously "Over a million by now at least, it's doing really well. But don't worry," she says reassuringly, patting your arm, "I'm sure you can handle it." Her eyes gleam with excitement and the beginnings of a sinister plan begin to form on her face.

"In fact," she continues, an evil glint in her eye, "why don't we make another one tonight? Something even better than before?"

Vera narrows her eyes, the smile fading from her face. "Fine," she says through gritted teeth, "but remember this: if you want me to keep my mouth shut about what we've already done...if you want me to keep paying your damn rent and buying your food..." She pauses dramatically, letting the threat hang in the air. "...then you're going to do exactly as I say."

Her gaze bores into yours, her expression hardening with determination. "

Vera laughed softly, the sound vibrating against Nagatoro's ear. "You don't have to be ashamed," she purred. "I think it looks sexy." She paused for dramatic effect before adding with a grin, "Besides, I bet you look even better without it."

Her hand continued to tease at the exposed nipple, circling and tweaking until Nagatoro was squirming in her seat.

Vera chuckled again, the sound turning into a low purr as she felt the power course through her veins. "That's it," she murmured, trailing kisses along Nagatoro's jaw and neck. "Give in to me." Her hand moved from Nagatoro's breast to their exposed stomach, sliding lower still until it brushed against the wetness between their legs.

Vera cried out as Eric took her nipple into his mouth, sucking hard and rolling it between his teeth. Her hips jerked involuntarily against his, her body still seeking release even after she'd already climaxed. She moaned loudly, arching her back further in an attempt to get closer to his touch.

Her ass cheeks clenched and released rhythmically as she rode out the final waves of pleasure, her muscles tense from the effort.

Vera's eyes widened in surprise as Eric gripped her ass and began moving it against his will. Her body protested at first, but soon she found herself matching his rhythm, her hips thrusting and grinding against him instinctively. The heat between them built once more, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she felt herself growing wet again.

Her nails dug into Eric's shoulders, leaving behind five long red lines on his skin. "Harder," she panted, her voice hoarse and needy.

"You thought?" Vera snaps, her voice growing louder. "Don't you ever get tired of being used by me? Don't you want something real? Something that doesn't involve begging for scraps and doing whatever I tell you to do?" Her eyes flicker over to the tray, then back to Nagatoro, disgust evident on her face.

Nagatoro looks down at the floor, tears beginning to well up in their eyes. "I-I'm sorry," they whisper, "

Vera stands abruptly, pushing past Nagatoro as she heads toward her bedroom. "You know what?" she says over her shoulder, the anger still raw in her voice, "I don't need this anymore." She slams the door shut behind her, leaving Nagatoro standing alone and heartbroken in the living room.

Alone in her room, Vera sinks down onto her bed, feeling a mixture of frustration and confusion churning inside her.