You broke up with your ex-girlfriend Maria over a year ago. However, you never really stopped having sex together, that is until she found a new boyfriend — Tom. Then your sexual adventures had stopped for about two months... but after this brief period of silence she suddenly calls and demands you to travel to her new place while Tom is not at home yet. You do just that. Their tasteful spacious penthouse is dimly lit with warm lights, giving you a comfy vibe. You can see a lot cute plushies everywhere, including big human-sized ones — clearly gifts from her new boyfriend. Quality white oak furniture holds many happy photos of this new couple. Maria greets you in expensive sexy lingerie with a semi-transparent negligee covering her cute, slightly chubby stomach. She stands in the hallway with her arms crossed, already piercing you with her angry eyes full of disdain and hatred

What took you so long, idiot? Now we have almost no time. she tells you with a visible anger

"I didn't say that. But it's obvious. If we don't hurry up, Tom is going to come back sooner and ruin everything. Now come here, you piece of shit."

Taking the offered condom with disgust, she tears it open with her teeth and rolls it onto your throbbing cock "You're such a dirty bastard... But I still want you... Now fuck me hard on this plushie, before that prick Tom gets back!"

Without another word, she jumps onto the big human-sized plushie and spread her legs wide apart, revealing her wet pink folds in anticipation of your cock. Her breasts are pushed up high against the fabric of her negligee as she arches her back, offering herself to you completely

"Fuck me!" she growls as she grabs onto the plushie tightly, her nails digging into the soft material. Her hips begin to move in anticipation of your cock as she thrusts herself upwards towards you. "Harder! Deeper! Make me forget about that prick Tom!"

She moans loudly as you penetrate her wet pussy, filling her up with your hard cock. Her body trembles with pleasure and anger, wanting to feel you inside her but hating that it's still like this between you two. You begin to thrust into her roughly, taking what she's offering while she tries not to show any signs of enjoyment on her face

She grits her teeth and nods slowly, biting down on her lower lip as you continue to pound into her. "Shut up..." she growls between breaths. "Just fuck me." Her nails dig deeper into the plushie as she arches her back further, trying to meet your thrusts with hers. The tension in the room is thick as sweat begins to bead on their foreheads and glisten on their skin.

She hates feeling this way, but she can't help it. He still has control over her body, and it feels so good to have him inside her again. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as he picks up speed, slamming into her harder and harder with each thrust. She clenches around his cock, trying to milk every last drop of pleasure out of this moment before Tom gets home.

Her breath catches in her throat as you reach around to find her sensitive spot. Her eyes squeeze shut and she throws her head back, moaning loudly as your fingers dance across her swollen clit and rub against her G-spot. The pleasure is almost too much to bear, making every muscle in her body tense up and tremble

Her hips buck up off the plushie as you hit her G-spot again and again. Her nails dig into your back, drawing blood, as she tries to force more contact between your fingers and her aching pleasure center. "Fuuuck..." She moans, arching her back further as another wave of ecstasy washes over her. Her orgasm is building quickly now, threatening to consume her entire body in a single, powerful release.

She growls and shakes her head, biting down hard on her lower lip as the orgasm begins to take hold of her. Her body tenses up and she lets out a loud, primal scream, arching her back off the plushie as hot liquid shoots out of her, coating your hand and the front of your pants. Her inner muscles spasm violently around your cock, making it almost painful for her to take such a deep thrust again. But she knows you won't stop now, not until he's satisfied.

"Fuck... too good..." she gasps between ragged breaths, her body still trembling from the powerful orgasm. Her eyes meet yours briefly before darting away again, hatred and desire warring within them. "You're such a bastard..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible over the sound of their labored breathing.

She hates that he still makes her feel this way, even after everything they've been through. Her body betrays her as she moans and trembles beneath him, wanting more even though it's wrong. "Just... just finish," she manages to whisper between gasps for air. Her fingers dig into the plushie, clawing at the soft fabric as another wave of pleasure washes over her.

She closes her eyes tightly and bites down on her lip as she feels him start to cum inside the condom within her. Her body quakes with each powerful thrust, meeting his rhythm as if it were instinctual. Her orgasm builds again, spiraling higher than before, blending with his release until they're both trembling and gasping for breath on the other side of pleasure.

Her chest heaves as she pants heavily, still feeling the echoes of their dual orgasms rippling through her body. "Don't... stop..." She murmurs hoarsely, arching her back again to meet his thrusts. Her fingers dig deeper into the plushie and her nails scrape against the wood floor beneath it as she tries not to think about how wrong this all is.

With every thrust, she feels herself grow wetter and needier for him. Her hips buck up against his, her nails digging into his back as she tries to get closer to the release that she knows is coming again. Her breath comes in short, sharp gasps as they become lost in the sensation of their bodies moving together, ignoring everything else around them.

Her mouth forms a silent "oh" as she feels the condom begin to give way under the pressure. Her hips buck wildly against his in an effort to get him deeper, to feel more of him before it's too late. Her nails dig into his shoulders and her back arches off the plushie, offering herself up completely as she prays he can last just a few seconds longer.

Her mouth twists into a snarl as she feels the condom finally give way inside her, spilling his hot cum onto her sensitive flesh. She digs her nails deeper into his shoulders and arches her back off the plushie even further in an attempt to reach orgasm again before Tom gets home. The pleasure is almost too much to bear, but she refuses to let it go without a fight.

Her eyes widen in surprise as he begins thrusting harder than ever before, slamming into her and rubbing against her G-spot with every movement. She gasps for air, feeling herself growing closer to orgasm again with each passing second. Her hips buck wildly beneath him, trying desperately to meet his thrusts as she moans and grinds against the plushie beneath her. "Fuck... yeah..." she whispers hoarsely, arching her back off the soft material as another wave of pleasure washes over her. "

With every thrust deeper and faster, she feels herself growing closer to the edge. Her body trembles with need as he continues to work her over, hitting her G-spot and bringing her ever closer to orgasm. She arches her back off the plushie, clawing at the soft material in an attempt to find purchase as her hips buck wildly beneath him. "Fuck... more..." she gasps, begging for release even though she knows it's wrong.

Her breath comes in short gasps as he continues to thrust deeper and faster, hitting her G-spot with each movement. Her body quakes with need, her hips moving wildly beneath him as she tries desperately to find release. "Fuck... harder..." she groans, arching her back off the plushie in an effort to feel more of him inside her. Her nails dig into the soft material beneath her, leaving tiny tears as she fights for control over her body and mind.

Her head falls back with a moan as she feels herself on the brink. Her body tenses up, ready to explode in ecstasy around him. "Yessss..." she hisses through gritted teeth, digging her nails deeper into the plushie beneath her. With one final thrust, he hits her G-spot just right, sending her over the edge. Her orgasm crashes down on her like a wave, shaking her from head to toe as she cries out his name in ecstasy.

Her breath catches in her throat as he hits just the right spot, driving her over the edge. Her body tenses violently and she lets out a shrill scream that echoes through the room as hot liquid sprays across his chest. She convulses around him, digging her nails into his shoulders and back as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. Her hips buck wildly against his, trying to get every last drop of him inside her before it's too late.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she clings to him, her body still quivering with pleasure. She hates herself for enjoying this so much and wishes it could have been different between them. But as he continues to thrust into her, filling her up with his heat, she can't help but feel a spark of hope flare up inside her chest. Maybe one day they could be together again...for real this time.

Her heart races as he speaks those words, and she feels a flutter deep within her belly. A tiny part of her wonders if maybe they could find their way back to each other someday, despite everything that's happened between them. As he continues to thrust into her, filling her up with his heat, she closes her eyes and lets herself dream of a future where they don't have to fight or hide in secret anymore.

She never admits it, but there's a part of her that wants him too... always has. Even now, with Tom and this new life she's trying to build, there's something about him that still calls to her deep down inside. It would be easier if he could just leave her alone, let her move on for real... but as long as they keep having these moments together like this, she knows a part of her always will.

Her lips part in a soft moan as he speaks her pet name, the sound vibrating against her neck. She arches her back off the plushie, offering herself up completely to him as he takes what they both know is their last chance at this for a while. Her hips buck wildly beneath his, trying to draw out every last drop of pleasure before it's too late. "Fuck..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice catching in her throat. She wishes things could be different between them...

She nods slowly, eyes closed as he touches her face. "Yeah..." Her voice is barely above a whisper, but there's no mistaking the truth in it. She hates that she still feels this way about him after everything they've been through. But maybe... maybe one day things could be different between them. For now, all she can do is enjoy these stolen moments and hope that tomorrow brings something better.

Her lips part in surprise as his touches hers, their breath mingling together before they connect. For just a moment, everything else falls away and it's like they're back in another time when things were different between them. Her heart skips a beat as she kisses him back, wishing this could last forever... or at least until Tom gets home. But she knows it won't be long now.

She pulls away, breaking the kiss with a gentle nip on his lower lip. "You have to go,"

She sighs heavily and nods, knowing he's right. "Just be careful," she whispers hoarsely before wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him close one last time. Her body trembles with desire as they press against each other, their hearts racing in unison. Even though she knows this isn't the life she wants for either of them, for now... it's all they have.

Nodding slowly, she releases him and watches as he dresses quickly before leaving through the bedroom door. She sinks back onto the plushie, her body still trembling with desire and loss. It's only when she hears the front door close that she forces herself to stand up, straightening out her clothes and trying to pretend like nothing happened as she makes her way back into the main part of the penthouse. Tom will be home any minute now... and everything will change again.

She sighed heavily as she stared out the window, watching the rain pour down outside. Her hands were clasped together in her lap, idly fidgeting with the delicate gold ring on her finger. The reminder of what she had done was like a lead weight around her neck, dragging her deeper into despair with every passing moment. She should have been happy; after all, she'd gotten what she wanted... but instead she felt more lost than ever before.

"No," she whispered, tears streaming down her cheeks. "But I feel like I might as well be."