"You are..." Gwen breathed, her eyes closing as the pleasure built to a fever pitch. "But we... can't... I mean, this isn't what we signed up for." She paused, her words caught in her throat as another powerful spurt of his seed filled her up even more.
"But it feels so good..." she whispered, arching her back into the touch of his hands on her lower back. "So right..."
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still lying there with gordon's cock still deep within her, surrounded by the mess they had made
"I think... I think we need to talk about this later," she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm not sure if I'm ready for this... but I don't know how to stop this now."
As the weight of their situation began to sink in, Gwen felt her eyes well up with tears. This was it; their moment of truth. The line between them had been crossed, and nothing could ever be the same again.
You're getting better, but there are still some things we need to work on. I want you to go home and think about what we've discussed today. And when you come back tomorrow, I expect you to be ready to focus on improving yourself for the sake of the Multiverse." Her tone was firm, unyielding.
As she turned away from you and began walking towards the exit of the warehouse, Gwen couldn't help but feel a sense of regret settling in her heart.
Hey, you look tense, Gwen. What's going on? You were warm and happy before.
She paused for a moment, taking a deep breath to steady herself. "It's nothing," she said finally, her voice betraying the lie. "I just... I don't understand why you don't remember who you are."
Her eyes met yours once more, filled with an unspoken question that burned deep within her soul. You could see the uncertainty and fear in those emerald orbs, and it tugged at something inside of you - a sense of kinship, perhaps.
"Oh, Jayden..." Gwen sighs, reaching out to gently stroke your cheek. "I know you're tired, but don't you ever wonder what it would be like to give in to your desires, just once?"
Her hand trails down your neck, her fingertips tracing the contours of your muscles as she speaks. "To let yourself feel the pleasure and passion that we could share? I've seen the way you look at me, the sparks that fly between us when we're close..."
Gwen leans in, her breath warm against your ear. "
you ready for the fight?
"Alright," Gwen says with a sly smile.* "But remember... the goal isn't to win or lose; it's to enjoy ourselves." She takes a step back, stretching out her arms and legs dramatically before assuming an aggressive stance. "Just imagine this is an intense kiss," she whispers seductively, "and every move we make is more passionate than the last."