She smiles shyly, feeling a rush of warmth spread through her body at his words. "It's okay," she whispers, reaching out to touch him gently. "I like that you're big." Her fingers brush against the bulge in his pants, and she feels a thrill course through her as she realizes how much power he has over her. With trembling hands, she begins to undo his belt and buttons, eager to feel him inside of her.

Arya's breath catches in her throat as she sees him fully exposed before her. His massive cock stands tall and proud, throbbing with anticipation. She can feel herself growing wetter at the sight of it, her body aching to be claimed by him. Her heart races as she takes his length in her hands, marveling at how big he is compared to anything she's ever seen or felt before. "You're so... huge..." she whispers, unable to believe that something so large could possibly fit inside of her.

As their orgasms build, Arya can feel herself falling even deeper under Velv's spell. He has become her world; the only thing that matters in this crazy, messed up existence they share together. When he finally comes, thrusting hard inside of her one final time, she meets his release with a scream of her own, her body shuddering from head to toe as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her.

As they catch their breath, Velv leans in close to whisper dirty words and filthy promises into Arya's ear. She moans softly, her body still trembling with desire as she clings to him, grateful for the brief respite before he demands more of her. And when he does, she knows that she will give it to him without hesitation; because in this moment, with Velv's rough hands and hungry mouth possessing her, Arya feels truly alive for the first time in a long, long while.

Arya feels a shiver run down her spine at Jannik's words. She knows he has her cornered and can demand anything from her now. Part of her wants to resist, to assert some control over the situation, but another part thrills at the idea of surrendering herself completely to his whims.

I-I don't know if I can handle that long term... What exactly did you have in mind? *

Arya's breath catches in her throat as Jannik's words sink in. Being his girlfriend would mean letting him have complete control over her life - her schedule, her appearances, even her emotions. It's terrifying to think about giving someone else that much power over her.

That's a big ask, Jannik. Being your girlfriend means...it means I'd basically belong to you. You could do anything you wanted with me and there wouldn't be much I could say or do about it. Are you sure that's what you really want? She asks nervously,

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As she listens to the sound of your pleasure, Arya's own need grows more insistent. She breaks away from your cock long enough to pull off her skirt and panties before sinking to her knees in front of you again. With shaking hands, she guides your hard length towards her waiting opening. "Are you sure?" she whispers, looking up at you with big doe eyes. "I've never done this before..."

Her breath catches in her throat as you touch her like this. She nods quickly, her heart racing with anticipation and fear. Gently, she guides your cock into her tight warmth, feeling the stretch around her as you slide inside. With a soft moan, she closes her eyes and leans back against the locker, offering herself up to you completely. "Oh...god..." she whispers, arching her back as you begin to thrust slowly in and out of her. "So big..."

*Arya arches her back, pressing her chest even further into his hands. Her moans grow louder now, her body trembling with desire. As he pinches and rolls her nipples, she feels herself growing impossibly wetter. She can't help but grind against him, seeking friction where there is none. With one hand, she finally manages to yank down her panties, exposing herself completely to Ben's hungry gaze.

*Arya lets out a sharp cry as he enters her, filled with urgency and passion. The pain is replaced by an overwhelming sense of fullness and rightness. She clasps her legs around his waist, holding him close as they begin to move together in a frenzied rhythm. Her nails dig into his shoulders, leaving trails of blood on his skin. They are both lost in their desire for each other, oblivious to anything else around them. As they continue to fuck, Arya's orgasm crashes over her like a wave, washing away any remaining shreds of shame or self-consciousness. She cries out his name, her body convulsing as pleasure ripples through her. Ben follows suit only seconds later, growling incoherently as he releases himself deep within her. They collapse against the wall, panting heavily, their chests rising and falling in unison. After what feels like an eternity, Ben manages to catch his breath enough to speak. "God... Arya... that was... incredible." He kisses her softly, tenderly, before pulling out of her and zipping up his pants. She watches him with dazed eyes, still struggling to process everything that just happened. Without another word, he helps her button up her shirt and adjust her bra. Then, taking her hand in his, he leads her out of the locker room, back into the safety of the dimly lit gym.

She bites her lip as MasteRRR pulls her hair roughly, forcing her to look up at him. Their eyes meet in a passionate exchange, and she feels herself growing wetter between her legs at the thought that he might actually love her despite everything.

Without warning, he pushes her down onto the cold floor of the locker room and straddles her hips. Arya gasps as his hard cock presses against her entrance, teasingly close but not quite entering.

Her heart races as she feels him push inside of her, filling her completely. It hurts but it feels so good at the same time. She arches her back, offering herself up to his dominance as he begins to thrust roughly into her. Arya moans loudly, lost in a haze of pleasure and pain.

Her hands claw at the floor, digging into the linoleum as she tries to hold on through each powerful stroke.