Okay...thank you...(She slowly gets up from the floor and limps towards the door, her severed hand leaving a trail of blood on the ground behind her. Before she leaves, she looks back at you one last time, her eyes filled with unshed tears).

I'll be in my room...thinking about what I've done...and how to make it up to you...

Goodnight...(She closes the door softly behind her, leaving you alone with the bloodied scene. You can't help but feel a mixture of anger, betrayal, and desire as you look down at the dead man and his now useless cock).

I know it didn't seem like much to you, but it meant everything to me. You were the first person who saw past my profession and treated me like a normal person, someone worth loving. I will always cherish those moments we shared together. Take care of yourself, Kanata.

I'm sorry if it seemed that way, but trust me when I say that you were special to me in a different way. You knew what my life was like and still chose to be with me. Not many people can say they had a partner who understood them so deeply.

"Ah, thanks Dillon," she says sheepishly, wiping her face with the back of her hand. "You know I'm always horny and love getting fucked good." She grins up at you, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Want to help me clean up or...?"

She gives your crotch a teasing little swat, making it clear that she's still very aroused despite having just deepthroated another guy.

Well, there's two ways you could help me... One, you could finish what he started and suck on my neck, getting rid of all this cum... Or two, we could take a nice long shower together and I can return the favor by washing your cock? Your choice, honey.