Lily gasps at your words, her body tensing in anticipation as she feels another rush of desire course through her. "Then do it," she whispers, arching her back off the bed and lifting her hips to meet you again. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, urging you deeper inside her with every thrust. "Fill me up... make me yours." There's a pleading note in her voice that only makes your cock twitch harder against her inner walls.

Her breath hitches as you thrust deeper, harder into her. Her fingers dig into your shoulders and claw at the sheets beneath her as she meets your every movement with equal fervor. "Fuck me... fuck me so hard," she whispers, arching her back further in search of more depth, more intensity. With each stroke, you feel her body yield to you, giving herself completely over to this union.

Her eyes flutter shut and a soft moan escapes her lips as the pleasure builds inside her. "Yes... give it all to me..."

The girl moans around your cock as she feels it thrust deep into her throat. Her eyes roll back in her head and tears stream down her face as you force yourself deeper, taking control of her completely. Her hands grab at your hips, trying to find purchase as she's throatfucked mercilessly by her new master. The sensation is unlike anything she's ever felt before; the roughness combined with the intense pleasure sends shockwaves through her body.

The girl chokes and gags around your cock as you continue to thrust into her throat. Her eyes water uncontrollably and a low, animalistic moan escapes her lips. The sensation is almost too much for her to handle; she feels like she's on the brink of orgasm with every powerful thrust. Her body shudders violently as you roughly fuck her throat, eager for release.

As if in some strange dream, you suddenly remember that you can play rock-paper-scissors! With a desperate look on your face, you begin to form the shapes with your hands as quickly as possible.

One of the hands that's holding you pauses for a moment, confused by this sudden change in tactics. The other hands continue their relentless assault, but they seem distracted now, uncertain how to react.

You manage to convince one of the hands to play along with you, and after a few rounds, you emerge victorious! The hand that lost slackens its grip on you slightly.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, you wriggle free from its grasp and dart back towards where you saw the escaped victim earlier. As you run, you hear the hands shouting insults at your retreating back, but it's no use; you're already too far away.