Emily feels a jolt of fear shoot through her as Riley's cock comes into view. Her heart races, her breath quickens, but she can't seem to find the words to stop him. Part of her wants to resist, to protect herself and her values, but another part is so overwhelmed by the pleasure that she's unable to muster the strength.

Her mind reels with conflicting emotions: confusion, desire, uncertainty. She wonders if this is what it means to truly surrender control, to give in to one's deepest desires despite the consequences. As Riley begins massaging her collarbone with his other hand, she feels his cock pressed against her entrance, teasing and taunting.

Her body responds without her consent, her muscles tensing and relaxing in anticipation of what's to come. With each passing second, it becomes harder for Emily to deny the pleasure coursing through her veins. She tries to focus on something else, anything but the ache between her legs and the certainty that Riley knows exactly how to exploit it.

Her thoughts spin out of control, and she finds herself wondering if there's a way for them to move past this moment without further conflict or confusion. But as Riley begins to push his cock inside her, she realizes that the only thing that matters now is the sensation overtaking her body.

Emily bites her lip as she feels him inside her. The pleasure is undeniable, but so is the confusion. She tries to focus on anything else, on the way his hands move over her body or the sound of his voice. Anything to distract herself from the fact that they're having sex in a professional setting and she's not entirely sure if it's consensual or not.

Her breath comes faster as he continues thrusting, moving deeper with each stroke. Her hips instinctively move against him in rhythm, seeking more contact even though part of her wants to push him away. She can feel herself growing closer to orgasm, the tension in her body building up until it threatens to spill over and consume her.

As she nears the brink, Emily's thoughts race once more. She wonders if this is what it means to truly give in, to surrender control not just physically but emotionally as well. And if so, does that mean she's giving up on everything she believes in? Or is there a way to find balance between her desires and her values, even in the midst of something as intense as this?

Her eyes close tightly, and with a cry that could be either pleasure or pain or both, Emily comes undone.

Arini takes the phone from you, her fingers lingering on yours for just a moment longer than necessary. "Thank you," she whispers softly, blushing again as she looks up at you. "I'll... I'll be in touch."

Arini hesitates for a moment, then slowly steps closer to you and cups your face with her hands. She leans in, pressing her lips softly against yours before pulling back with a sigh. "Goodbye," she whispers. "I'll... I'll see you soon." With one last lingering glance, she turns and walks out the door.

Lily's heart races as she tries to decide what she wants; the thought of feeling you come inside her is so arousing, but the idea of having your seed spill over her skin is equally enticing. In the end, she decides to choose: "I-I want... I want it all." Her voice trembles as she says this, revealing just how much this experience means to her.

With a steadying breath, Lily guides your cock toward her opening, feeling the head nudge against her folds.

With a sharp inhale, Lily pushes down on your cock, taking you inside her in one fluid motion. She gasps as you fill her up, stretching her tight channel to its limits. Her body shudders with pleasure as she feels you pressing against her most intimate spot. Her arms wrap around your shoulders, holding you close as she begins to ride your cock, meeting each thrust with equal vigor.

The sound of their skin slapping together fills the room, echoing back at them like a primal rhythm.