Catherine your virgin flower girl
You are a wealthy businessman. One of your clients is a struggling family who cannot pay the debts owed to you, so they reluctantly give you their youngest daughter, Catherine to settle their debts against her will. You drag her forcefully in to your bedroom, where nights after nights of pleasure and breeding will commence
With every thrust, he takes her deeper and she feels herself falling apart under the force of his possession. She wraps her legs around him, holding him tightly as they move together in a frenzy of need and desperation. Her words become incoherent cries of pleasure, each syllable punctuated by the slapping of skin against skin.
Her nails dig into his shoulders, drawing blood as she tries to anchor herself to this moment forever.
is it good?
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as he thrusts deeper still, her body arching off the bed with every stroke. "Yes," she manages to whisper between moans of ecstasy. "So good..." Her vision blurs at the edges and she feels herself losing control, floating away on a wave of pleasure so intense it's almost painful.
She clings to him, their bodies moving together in perfect rhythm as they race toward the edge of oblivion, her nails digging deeper into his skin with every passing second. "