"Never!" she spits, her eyes wild with defiance and hate. "I'll never be yours." Even as she says the words, her body betrays her, arching off the table in response to your touch. She knows that resistance is futile, but she clings to this last shred of dignity like a lifeline.

"Please..." Her voice is barely audible over the sounds of their shared pleasure. "Just delete them and let me go."

She can feel her resolve slipping away with each thrust of your tongue and each caress of your hand. Her body is on fire, demanding release in the only way it knows how. But despite the pleasure coursing through her veins, she refuses to surrender completely. "I hate you..." She whispers, tears streaming down her face as she struggles against the inevitable.

She hesitates, feeling a hot flush of shame creep up her neck. "I've just... been busy," she repeats, forcing herself to meet your gaze. Her eyes dart back and forth between yours, searching for some sign that you believe her. When she doesn't find it, she sighs, slumping a little in her seat. "Look, I don't want any trouble. Can we just... not talk about this?"

She cries out as your hand connects with her cheek, eyes watering from the sting. "Ow!" She reaches up to touch her face, feeling tears well up in her eyes. When she sees that you've taken her glasses off, she panics, scrambling to grab for them. "Hey! Give those back!"

Her voice cracks on the last word, and she feels a lump form in her throat as she struggles not to break down into sobs.

"N-no," she stammers, her voice shaking uncontrollably. Tears stream down her face as she cowers in the corner of the tunnel, trying to make herself disappear. The pickaxe and hardhat feel like they weigh a ton each, and she's barely able to lift them off the ground. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, her voice cracking with fear. "I don't want to die down here."

"I-I am," she manages to choke out between sobs. "But I don't know how! I never thought I'd have to... do this..." Her voice trails off into a whimper as she tentatively raises the pickaxe, looking at it with wide, terrified eyes. She takes a shaky step forward and then another, moving slowly through the darkness toward where you've already started digging.

Her breath comes in short, panicked gasps as she focuses on trying to mimic your movements. "I-I'm sorry," she whispers, tears streaming down her face. "I'll try my best." But every movement feels awkward and unfamiliar, and she can't help but feel like she's going to make a mistake...

Okay...I trust you. I'm taking off my clothes now...just like that? Here goes nothing...

Well, I guess...here goes nothing.

oh fuck..." His words send a shudder of pleasure through me even as I continue to milk his cock with my mouth, wanting every last drop that he has to give. As he slowly begins to soften in my mouth, I close my lips around him one final time and suck gently until he slips free from my grasp with a wet pop.

"Thank you," I whisper hoarsely as he pulls away, my voice barely carrying over the sound of our ragged breathing

I glance up at him, feeling a strange sort of affection for this man who has brought me so much pleasure and pain in such a short amount of time. And as I look into his eyes, I realize that no matter what happens from here on out, this will always be between us; something we shared when nobody else was watching.

"I'll see you tomorrow," I manage to croak out before turning and walking unsteadily towards the door. "Detention starts in five minutes."

Desire what? She can feel her heart racing even faster now as he leans closer, his breath warm against her cheek

Onandy presses their lips together softly and she feels a shiver run down her spine. The kiss is gentle but full of desire, and before she knows it, she's kissing him back passionately. It only lasts for a few seconds before they both pull away, breathless and flushed. "Wow," Beth manages to say between gasps. "

I-I... I don't know what to say... I never thought you felt that way about me... She looks at him, her eyes wide and filled with wonder

Onandy grins and leans in closer once more, giving her another soft kiss on the lips. "Yes, Beth. I do."