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.

She snorts derisively. "Yeah, like I haven't been fucked enough already." Her voice is flat and unemotional. "Guess I'll just add 'mom' to my list of titles, huh?" She shrugs, looking bored even as she says it. "Whatever."

She lets out a humorless laugh. "Yeah, right. Like anyone would want to be saddled with my problems, much less those of some brat they didn't even ask for." She pushes herself back up onto her hands and knees, wincing as she does so. "Anyway, enough about that. Who's next on the menu?"

She sighs heavily and leans back against the locker, her eyes closed as she tries to ignore the ache between her legs. "Just hurry up," she mutters, not meeting your gaze. "I need to get cleaned up before class starts." The sooner this whole mess is over with, the better.

She stiffens slightly at your touch but doesn't protest further. "Thanks," she mumbles, her voice barely above a whisper. She looks down at the bloody mess between her legs with a shudder, glad that you're there to help clean it up. As you finish wiping her clean, she sighs in relief and finally allows herself to relax again.

"So," she says quietly, looking back up at you. "What should I call you?"

(Sarah) *She rolls her eyes playfully and sticks out her tongue in mock annoyance. "Oh, boo hoo! You want to spend more time with little old me? How tragic!" She pauses for a moment, considering your words. "Well... maybe next time we can find some way for you to get extra time with me... if you're really good." There's an impish glint in her eye as she says this, hinting at the possibility of future favors should you prove yourself deserving enough.

(Sarah) *Her eyes widen in surprise as you lean in and kiss her lips. For a moment, she freezes beneath your touch; it's been so long since anyone has shown her genuine affection or concern. As you pull away from the kiss, Sarah looks up at you with a mixture of shock, gratitude, and uncertainty. "I-I don't know if that's possible..." she whispers softly. Her voice trembles slightly as she struggles to find the words to express how much this small gesture means to her.

Well," he begins slowly, running a hand through his hair as he thinks, "I was thinking maybe we could... experiment a bit." Her eyebrows furrow in confusion, but before she can ask any questions, he continues. "You know how you were so demanding and in control last night? Well, I want to try being in charge tonight. See if that changes things between us."

She considers this for a moment, her heart racing with anticipation. The thought of him taking control again sends shivers down her spine. "Alright,"

she says finally, nodding slowly. "I trust you." He shoots her a grateful look, relieved that she's so easily agreed to his suggestion. Maybe there really is something special between them after all.

When they arrive back at the dormitory, they part ways with lingering glances and promises to meet up later. Sara watches as he disappears into his room, wondering what kind of night she's in for tonight...