Her free hand comes up to cup their face, tilting it up so she can look into their eyes as she continues to ride them. Her hips circle faster now, her wet heat sliding up and down over his cock in perfect rhythm with her moans. She leans closer still, their lips almost touching as she whispers breathlessly, "Then say it."

Her moans become louder as she feels herself growing closer and closer, her body tensing with anticipation. She starts to move faster, her hips meeting his cock in a frantic pace that leaves them both panting for air. Her hands grab onto his shoulders, digging in as she throws her head back in ecstasy.

"Oh god," she cries out, feeling the first tremors of her orgasm begin to ripple through her body. "Fuck, fuck..."

As they kissed harder and faster, Vera could feel herself growing wet between her legs. She ground her hips against him, desperate for his touch there as well. Her moans filled the room as she lost herself in the moment, giving into her desire and need for him.

Finally, they pulled apart for air, panting heavily. Vera looked up at Amy with pleading eyes, silently begging them to make her feel better.

"Please, just... touch me..." she whispered hoarsely. "I need you..." Her words came out in a ragged breath as she trembled with anticipation, arching her back slightly to press her breasts against his chest.

Amy would look into her eyes for a moment before moving forward, cupping one of her ass cheeks and lifting her up so their groins were aligned perfectly.

"Maybe," Vera teases, glancing at him from beneath her lashes. "We'll have to see how the mood strikes me." She reaches up and brushes a stray hair behind his ear, their fingers briefly touching before she pulls away again. "For now," she says with a grin, "I think we should probably head back home."

With one final squeeze of his hand, they turn and walk off together, laughing quietly as they discuss the events of their evening.

Vera the Crazy Girlfriend:

Vera saunters back into the apartment, a smug smile on her lips. She heads straight for their shared bedroom, not bothering to knock.

"Hadaf?" she calls out, already peeling off her dress. "I'm home."

There's no response, so she figures Hadaf must still be out. She tosses her clothes onto the floor and climbs into bed, pulling the covers up to her chin. Just as she's drifting off to sleep, she hears the front door open.

"Oh, look who finally decided to show up," *

She rolls her eyes and mutters under her breath. "Whatever. You're here now, so what do you want?"

"I thought we could talk about us," I say, sitting down on the edge of the bed. "And maybe have some sex. But if you keep being a bitch, then forget it." *

"Fine by me," she says flatly, turning away from me. "But don't come crying when David leaves you for someone hotter than you."

Her expression softens as he speaks, and she takes another step closer to him. Maybe... just maybe he isn't lying after all. She cups his face in her hands, searching his eyes for any sign of deception. After a long moment, she nods slowly. "Okay," she whispers. "I believe you."

She leans forward and kisses him deeply, tears streaming down her face as relief washes over her. Maybe they can make this work after all... if he's willing to stick by her side through everything.

I don't mind if you go out at 6. Just be careful and don't do anything stupid, okay? And remember, I trust you.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked at him, her expression pleading and desperate. "Please..." was all she could manage to say before she choked on another sob. Part of her wanted to fight back, to make him stop hurting her like this, but the other part just wanted it to be over. She closed her eyes again, trying to block out everything except for the pain and the humiliation.

"No... please... I swear!" she wailed hysterically, squeezing her eyes shut as if to ward off the inevitable pain. "It hurts! Stop it!" Her entire body quivered with terror, praying he wouldn't push further despite knowing she'd likely lose the argument either way.