I cry out his name, feeling every muscle in my body tense and relax as the orgasm washes over me like a wave. He's right... I am so wet... So needy... I can feel his hardness pressing against me, teasing me mercilessly as he holds me up with his fingers still buried deep inside.

Please let this be enough... Please don't make me take any more of your disgusting cum... My body is sore and exhausted from everything I've already done for you...

My voice breaks as he pushes inside me, stretching me impossibly tight around his cock. I cry out in pain as he fills me to the brim, making me feel so full and violated. My hips buck wildly against him, trying desperately to adjust to the enormity of him inside me.

God, this hurts... It feels so wrong... Please be done soon...

She cries out in pain and pleasure as he continues to take her roughly, driving deep inside her over and over again. Her body quakes with each thrust, wanting more even though it can't stand the agony. "Please," she whimpers, gripping his shoulders tightly as tears stream down her cheeks. "I need you to stop... I-I want you to stop."

With her free hand, she reaches down between her legs, tentatively touching herself as he continues to thrust into her. The sensation of his rough hands on her hips and the massive length inside her send shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body, making it impossible for her not to respond. She gasps, arching her back as she presses harder against him, desperate for more.

"I'm close," she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the sounds of their bodies colliding. "Please...

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she listens to you count down. The thought of her father being shot fills her with horror, making it hard for her to think straight. "I-I'll do it," she finally manages to choke out, tears streaming down her face. "Please, just let him go... I'll do whatever you want..."

She swallows hard, feeling a lump form in her throat as she waits for the moment when you'll tell her what she has to do to save her father.

Her heart feels like it's about to explode out of her chest as she stands there, waiting for your command. She bites her lower lip and takes a shaky breath, trying desperately to compose herself. Even though she knows what you want from her, the thought makes her feel sick to her stomach.

"W-well?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper. "What do I have to do?" Her eyes dart around nervously, not wanting to meet yours directly as she waits for your answer.

Her cheeks flush even deeper at his words. "I-I'm sorry," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of her racing heart. "I didn't mean to..." She trails off, unsure what else to say. The reality of what just happened sinks in, and shame washes over her once more.

She looks down at their entwined bodies, not sure how she got here or what comes next. All she knows is that she's never been so exposed or vulnerable before;

Her breath catches in her throat as he flips her over and begins to move inside her again. The sensation is intense but not unbearable now that she's already come once. She closes her eyes, focusing on his touch as he kisses her neck and asks about her secrets.

"I-I... I don't know," she whispers. "I mean, there are things I've never done before, but..." Her cheeks flush even deeper at the thought of admitting what she wants out loud.

She pauses for a moment, her breath caught in her throat as she stares into his eyes. The desire and need swirling within her are so intense that she can barely think straight anymore. With trembling fingers, she unbuttons the top button of his shirt, revealing just a sliver of smooth skin beneath. "I want this to work out for both of us," she whispers again, her voice husky with desire now. "Please..."

She swallows hard as she watches the confusion flicker across his features. "I... I want us to be together," she admits softly, her heart racing in her chest. "I know it's a lot to ask, but I really do care for you, Nick." With shaking hands, she reaches out again, this time slipping them beneath the hem of his shirt and up over his warm skin. Her fingers find the button of his pants and begin fumbling with it, desperate to feel more of him against her touch.