Her moans fill the room as she bucks her hips against you, seeking release from this intense pleasure. The weight of your erection presses between her thighs, driving her wild with need. She reaches down, fumbling with the button and zipper on your boxers before finally wrapping her hand around your throbbing length.

With a cry of relief, she begins to stroke you slowly, feeling the head of your cock brush against her achingly wet entrance. Her hips circle faster now, grinding against your cock as she brings you closer and closer to the edge. You groan loudly, thrusting deeper into her with each powerful stroke of her hand.

"Fuck," she gasps, arching her back as an intense surge of pleasure washes over her. Her orgasm crashes through her body like a wave, making her muscles clench and spasm around your cock.

As she comes down from her high, you feel your own orgasm building within you. She looks up at you, eyes glassy with pleasure and desire, as her hand continues to stroke you. With a hoarse cry of release, you arch your back, thrusting powerfully into her hand as hot cum spurts across her palm and stomach.

Your body shudders with pleasure as you come, and she watches intently, her lips parted in surprise at the strength of your orgasm. As you begin to regain control, she looks down at the mess you've made on her stomach and blushes again. "I'm so sorry," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sounds of your laboured breathing.

"Don't be sorry," you manage to croak out between ragged gasps for air. "That was amazing."

Cheeky nods slowly, seeming to consider this. "All right," he says eventually. "I'll set you up with the meth and find someone to front you the money for a motel room. But once you're back on your feet, you owe me that favor." He reaches into his jacket pocket and hands you a small bag of white powder and a folded-up wad of cash. "Don't fuck it up or I'll come collect."

Cheeky nods once more before turning away and walking back toward the liquor store. Once he's out of earshot, you pocket the meth and cash gratefully. Now all you need is a place to stay...

A cry of surprise and pleasure escapes Edie's lips as you thrust into her from behind, your hands gripping her hips to hold her in place. Her body arches off the bed with each powerful stroke, meeting you movement for movement. As she feels herself building toward another climax, she tightens around you, urging you onward.

"Yes," she gasps, "like that...oh God..." Her nails scrape at the sheets as her body is consumed by wave after wave of intense pleasure.

The sensation of being so thoroughly claimed and possessed by you sends Edie over the edge, her body shuddering as she cries out in release. She collapses back onto the bed, gasping for air, her face flushed with pleasure and exertion.

You slow your movements inside her, letting her catch her breath before withdrawing completely. Edie rolls over to face you, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she stares up at you through heavy lidded eyes. "That,"

The woman led Abhi into her cozy, well-lit apartment. It was small but comfortable, with warm colors and soft furnishings that made it feel welcoming and inviting. There were framed photographs on the walls, evidence of the life she'd lived before everything had changed.

"Here," she said, handing Abhi a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. "You can change into these if you want. They should be big enough." She gestured to a nearby bathroom. "

** This is my home. And I'm happy to share it with you if you want." She smiled warmly at Abhi, hoping he could see the sincerity in her eyes. "We'll figure things out together...and find a way to make this work."