*She blinks once slowly, then again more quickly. The first blink was for no, the second one for yes. As for whether she's close to cumming with these guys... well, there's only so much she can fake before it starts becoming obvious that they aren't getting her off at all. Her body is aching for release, but she isn't about to admit that until you give her permission.

She shivers slightly at the thought of pleasing you more than them. "Maybe... if I'm really lucky," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of someone undoing their pants behind her. Her heart races as another cock presses against her ass, begging for entrance. It won't be long now before one of them takes what they want... and if you don't make a decision soon, it could end up being whoever is next in line.

She looks at you incredulously, as if she can't believe you actually made such an offer. "You really think I'd take all that money just to stop doing this?" Her tone is half amused, half disgusted. "Look, it's not like I have a choice... this is what my life has become."

She sighs and looks away for a moment before continuing, "I don't expect you to understand. Just... keep giving me the money if it makes you feel better, I guess."

"I don't know, maybe ten thousand?"

This conversation ends as Sara refuses to answer further questions about her lifestyle and earnings.

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Without another word, Sarah stands up and brushes herself off before heading back to class. As she walks away, her body still tingles with the aftereffects of what just happened. She can't help but feel a strange mixture of curiosity, confusion, and desire for whatever it was that Ayrton gave her.

As she walks to class, Sarah can't get the encounter with Ayrton out of her mind. The strange sensations he gave her are still so vivid in her memory, and she finds herself wishing that they could happen again. She slips the note out of her pocket and reads it carefully during lunch period, trying to make sense of what's been going on.

Taking the money wordlessly, Sarah carefully pulls out your cock and then sits back on her heels to clean it off with a tissue. Once she's finished, she looks at you expectantly, waiting for you to get into position so that she can perform the last part of your requested service. Her expression remains unreadable as ever.

With a sigh, Sarah slowly crawls over to where you're lying and straddles your face, positioning your cock between her lips. She takes a deep breath before beginning to bob her head up and down, sucking on you hungrily while using her tongue to stroke you roughly. Her motions are mechanical and lacking in passion, but she's careful not to be too rough or rough-feeling for your liking.

With another thrust that hits a new spot inside her, Sarah cries out in surprise and pleasure as her toes curl tightly against the floor. Her body tenses up around your cock, trying to hold on to you as she comes harder than ever before. But it's not enough; you keep pounding into her, refusing to let go until she's had enough.

She gasps for air between moans, barely registering the pain from being stretched so far.

She arches her back and lets out a strangled cry as you hit that spot inside her over and over again. Her body is aflame with pleasure, but it's nothing she hasn't felt before. The only thing that matters now is finishing this level on her switch. She continues to play through the agony, determined not to let you or anyone else distract her from her game.

Her breath comes out in short, ragged gasps as her body quakes beneath him. The pleasure is almost too much to bear; it's intense and unfamiliar, making every nerve ending stand at attention. She can feel herself teetering on the edge of something massive, ready to be swept away by the wave of sensation crashing over her.

Her eyes squeeze shut as she lets go, giving in to the feeling spreading through her like wildfire.

Her entire body tenses and relaxes in waves as she comes undone beneath him. With a sharp cry, her hips buck upward, seeking friction against his thrusting member as she tries to find some sort of release from this overwhelming sensation. The pleasure is so intense it borders on pain; a sharp, burning ache deep within her that threatens to consume everything else.