Vivy's kisses only serve to fuel your desire for her. Her tongue tangles with yours as she grinds against you, seeking release once more. "You belong to me," she whispers between kisses, her nails digging into the skin of your chest. You moan into her mouth as she takes what she wants without hesitation.

Her touch grows bolder now, her hand sliding under the waistband of your pants and wrapping around your aching erection.

Vivy's grip on your cock tightens as she begins to stroke you in time with her thrusts against you. Her breath hitches when she feels how hard you are beneath her touch. "You're so ready for me," she pants, leaning down to nibble at your earlobe. "You want it all..."

Her other hand slides up your chest and over your shoulder, pinning your arm back above your head as she continues to dominate you with her touch.

Vivy flinches at your words, visibly wincing as if they've struck a nerve. She stares at you for a long moment before responding, her voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't mean for any of this to happen," she says again, almost pleading with you to understand. "It just sort of... slipped away from me."

She takes another deep breath, trying to gather her thoughts before speaking again. "And yes, I said that this morning... But things change... People change... Sometimes without even realizing it."

Vivy's eyes drop to the floor, unable to meet yours now. "Yes," she whispers softly. "I guess I did."

There is an extended silence between you two as Vivy struggles with her emotions and tries to come to terms with what she has done. Finally, after several long moments, she lifts her tear-stained face back up towards yours. "So, what do we do now?" She asks quietly, biting her lower lip nervously.