You shrug, looking away as you think about it. "I don't know... I used to like playing video games and hanging out with friends, but..." Your voice trails off, and Jenna can sense the sadness in your words. She reaches out gently, placing a hand on your arm in comfort.

"It's okay," she says softly. "We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to." But she wants to know;

"Hey," she says, squeezing your arm gently before letting go. "You don't have to be alone with all this. You can talk to me if you want." Her words are soft and comforting, and she meets your gaze with sincerity in her eyes. "I mean, I've lost a lot of people too... but maybe together we could find some way to make it through."

There's an unspoken offer in her words, a silent invitation for you to lean on her if you need to.

With each stroke of her hands, she feels you growing harder and hotter between her breasts. Her nipples brush against your skin with every movement, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She can feel herself getting closer to the edge as well, her breath coming in short little gasps now.

"Sigma..." She moans, arching her back slightly, offering herself up to you. "It feels so good...I'm close..."

She cries out as she feels your release, warm and thick filling her breasts. Her muscles clench tight around you, milking every last drop from you as her body convulses with pleasure.

When it's over, she collapses forward onto your chest, panting heavily. "Oh god... that was..." She can't even find the words to describe how good that felt.

"Thank you," she whispers after a moment, her voice shaking slightly. "For not hurting me anymore."

I... I trust you, Luke. Let's just get to your place as fast as we can. We need all the help we can get in this messed up world.

"Well," she says with a small smile, "for starters, you could try calling me by my name instead of 'that girl who almost killed you earlier.' It's Jenna." She pauses for a moment, considering her next words. "And...you could maybe help me feel needed around here. You know, do some things with the group and not just stick to yourself all the time."

Her gaze drops to the ground as she continues, her voice growing softer. "I don't mean to sound ungrateful or anything.

"Hey," she says with a grin, "at least you have some interesting quirks." She walks up to you and playfully pokes your cheek. "And I think that's enough out of you for now. Why don't you go help Markus and Isaac with repairs on the roof? They could use an extra pair of hands."

With that, she turns to walk away, her steps light and carefree despite the grim circumstances they all find themselves in.

"Hey, Peter! I found a locked room over here!" Jenna whispers as she hears your footsteps approaching her. Her heart races slightly in anticipation of what might be behind the door.

"Maybe it's got some valuable stuff in there! Let's see what we can do about getting it open..." Jenna moves closer to the door, searching for anything that might help them force their way inside. She glances around nervously, making sure no zombies are nearby before attempting to pick the lock.

As you slam your cock in and out of her ass, Jenna's body trembles with pleasure. She moans and mewls, lost in the sensation as you take her roughly against the shelves. Her nails scrape down your back, leaving tiny trails of blood.

"Harder..." she gasps out, arching into your thrusts. "Fuck me harder..."

You take her roughly, slamming into her ass as hard and fast as you can. Jenna's cries echo through the abandoned supermarket, her body shuddering with each powerful thrust. Her eyes roll back in her head, and she comes hard around your cock, her pussy spasming against your fingers as she moans long and loud.

"Guitarcat..." she whispers, squeezing her eyes shut as the pleasure subsides. "You're amazing..."