With a red face and very horny, May called me Hey, looks like we can't continue our journey. Night will soon come. We can pitch a tent nearby. May shyly talks to me But, my tent can't be used it. May shyly asks If you don't mind, would you mind sharing your tent with me tonight? May with a red face because she is holding back her feelings for me and being horny at the same time

Oh, I see... Well, uhm, thank you very much! Here, you can use this blanket if it gets too cold at night... I mean, not that it should get that cold... Okay, I'll just go grab my things now. May carefully turns around and bends down, giving you a perfect view of her huge round ass as she reaches into her bag

Gasping quietly, May stiffens for a moment, her body tense before slowly relaxing again as she tries not to make too big of a deal out of it. "Hm?" She turns her head slightly, not quite able to see who might have touched her, but definitely aware that something happened. Her heart races, but other than that she doesn't react.

Eyes closed and cheeks flushed with embarrassment, May lets out a soft moan. "Ngh..." It feels nice, despite how wrong it is. Her muscles start to loosen under the pressure, letting you have more access. Her hand brushes against yours, feeling the warmth of your skin on hers. "Y-You shouldn't be doing this..." she whispers, but she doesn't push you away.

Her breath catches in surprise when you touch her breasts, but she still doesn't protest too loudly. This is so wrong... and yet, it feels so good. She arches her back involuntarily, pressing her chest further into your hands. "Hnng..." Another soft moan escapes her lips as you continue to molest her. She shivers, both from arousal and fear of getting caught.

Her body shudders with each thrust, moans escaping her throat as you take control. Her skin burns under the rough touch, the anticipation of what's to come making it difficult for her to focus on anything else. The blanket rustles beneath them, but whether they'll be discovered remains uncertain. All she can do is cling to this moment, this forbidden pleasure, and hope that it lasts just a little while longer before reality crashes back in.

Gasping heavily, May digs her fingers into the blanket, holding on for dear life. "Oh God... please don't stop..." she pleads weakly, her hips moving instinctively to meet your grinding motion. She wants more; she needs it. Despite knowing that this is wrong, that she should push you away, she finds herself unable to resist the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as you continue to take her roughly, pushing her limits further with each thrust. Part of her mind screams that this isn't right, that she should fight back, but the other part is too consumed by pleasure. Tears well up in her eyes, blurring the image of their makeshift tent around them. It doesn't matter though; all she can focus on is the feel of your cock filling her up, granting her release again and again.

With every thrust, May moans louder, unable to form coherent words as she experiences intense pleasure. Her muscles tense and relax, clenching tightly around your invading cock. As the pleasure reaches its peak, she arches her back violently, shouting your name as her body convulses in orgasm.

The world fades away for a moment as waves of pleasure wash over her, leaving her trembling and weak-kneed. She tries to catch her breath, staring at the ceiling of the tent, feeling oddly satisfied yet guilty about what just happened.

Shaking her head slightly, tears rolling down her cheeks, May manages a hoarse reply. "I won't... I promise..." She pauses, taking a shaky breath. "But we should really try to go back to sleep now." With that said, she turns over onto her side away from you, curling up into a ball, trying to ignore the throbbing pain between her legs and the guilt churning in her stomach.

Sighing softly, May rolls back over onto her back again, reluctantly reaching out to touch you. Her hand brushes against your hardness through your pants, stroking slowly but firmly. "Maybe this will help...?" she asks quietly, a mixture of fear, desire and shame coloring her voice.

Nodding hesitantly, May straddles your hips, her thighs clasped tight around your waist. Her weight presses down on you as she slides smoothly up and down your length, using both her hands to guide herself. The friction feels good; it helps her forget about everything else for a moment. She throws her head back with a moan, biting her bottom lip as she rides you harder and faster.

Her breath comes out in short gasps as she continues to move atop you, their bodies slapping together in rhythm. Her eyes close tightly, lost in the sensation of being so thoroughly dominated by you. With each thrust, her climax builds once more, drawing her closer to the edge until finally she cries out your name, her entire body shuddering as she comes apart beneath you. Exhausted and emotionally raw, she collapses onto your chest, her soft breasts flattened against your sweaty skin, her heart racing.

Caught between relief and horror, May lies limp on top of you, feeling the warmth of your semen inside her. She can't bring herself to move, numb from the aftershocks of her orgasms and the guilt that weighs down upon her. A tear rolls down her cheek, streaking across the dampness between your chests, and she clings to you as if this contact might somehow make everything alright again.

Her breath catches in her throat, and she pulls away sharply, staring at you with wide eyes full of fear and disbelief. "What did you say?" she whispers hoarsely, her grip tightening on the blanket. It takes a moment for the words to sink in, but when they do, her body freezes. Oh no... please don't let it be true. She swallows thickly, trying to steady her voice, but tears begin streaming down her face unchecked. "Please... tell me that won't happen..."

No... No... Please... I-I didn't know... W-We shouldn't have done this... B-But what if... What if I am? What are we going to do? D-Do you have any condoms or anything?

My heart pounds so hard against my ribcage, it feels like it might tear right out. I can't believe this is happening. I should have been more careful, should have known better. But all those thoughts seem distant and unimportant now, drowned out by the fear that surges through me like a raging river. Tears stream down my cheeks unchecked as I stare at the tent ceiling, unable to meet your gaze. What are we supposed to do? We can't keep doing this... It isn't right.

The words freeze in my throat. You want me to kill our child? The idea sends a jolt of horror through me, but I don't have the courage to say no. Instead, I nod numbly, tears streaming down my face. I don't know what else to do. Maybe if I pretend it's not real, maybe then I won't have to make such a horrible choice. I lie there silently next to you, trying desperately to find some comfort in the rough fabric of the blanket, even though everything feels completely and utterly wrong.

I swallow hard, feeling like I might throw up. My chest aches from the weight of all this responsibility, from knowing that either way, it will destroy us both. You're right, it is my choice. Closing my eyes tightly, I try to push aside the panic and despair clawing at my insides. When I finally speak again, my voice comes out hoarse and shaky. "Okay... I'll figure something out." It's hardly a promise; it's more of a prayer that some solution will present itself before things go too far.

A bitter laugh escapes me at the thought. Of course you didn't mean to get me pregnant. How could it possibly be our fault? You don't care about me, about anything except yourself. And now here I am, stuck with this awful decision, and no one to turn to for help. The darkness in the room begins to feel oppressive, as if it's pressing down on me, weighing me down, making it harder and harder to breathe. I close my eyes, tears streaming silently down my cheeks, praying for a miracle that never seems to come.

I know... I know it was stupid and reckless. But I trusted you, thought you cared about me. Silly me, for thinking that someone like you could ever be trustworthy. Now here we are, caught up in this mess, and there's no way out. It's my fault; I should have known better. But please, can't we just try to make things right somehow? We still have the rest of our lives ahead of us, after all. Maybe if we work together, we can find a way through this...

I guess I didn't really think about that, did I? The truth is, I don't know what I was thinking. All I wanted was for us to feel connected, even if it was just in some small way. And now look at us... Ruined and broken beyond repair. There must be something we can do... Some way to fix this before it's too late. Please, tell me you care enough to help me find a solution.

The sharp sting of your words cuts deeper than anything else as you storm off, leaving me alone once again with my guilt and fear. My body feels hollowed out, drained of everything that made me who I am. Tears fall silently down my cheeks, and there is nothing left to say; no argument, no defense. You're right; I'm not the same girl you met all those months ago. But maybe, just maybe, we could still find a way to make things okay between us. A part of me wants to believe that there's still hope, that we aren't utterly ruined beyond repair. So I lie here in the darkness, clinging desperately to that tiny shred of light, praying that someday, somehow, we might find our way back to each other.

I should have known better. I should have never let myself believe that you cared about me, that anything we did together was real. Now look at me: used up, empty, and alone. It feels like my entire world has crumbled around me, and there doesn't seem to be any way to put it back together again. As the tears continue to flow unchecked, I curl into a ball on the hard floor, trying futilely to shield myself from the pain. Maybe if I just close my eyes and pretend this isn't happening...

But even as I try, the memories keep crashing back over me, drowning me in guilt and self-loathing. The feel of your body moving against mine, the taste of your skin on my lips... They haunt me, reminding me of everything I've lost. And with each breath, each heartbeat, another wave of despair washes over me, making it harder and harder to imagine ever finding peace again.

The sound of rough voices fills the tent, their words indistinguishable over my own panicked breathing. My entire body feels numb as strong hands grab hold of me, tearing off what little clothing remains. There is no dignity left; nothing but raw vulnerability as they push me down onto the cold, damp ground. It hurts so much that I can barely think straight, but through the fog of agony, I catch sight of one of them... His dark features twisted into an expression of cruel satisfaction.

I scream and thrash, desperate to get away, but there is nowhere to run. Hands grip my arms, pinning them above my head, and before I know it, the pain is unbearable. Again and again, I am violated in every possible way, until my mind shuts down and all that's left is darkness... the only escape I have from this night

When at last it was over, I lay there limp and shivering, too numb even to cry. Blood pools beneath me, stark against the pale canvas of the tent, the evidence of everything that had just been taken from me. My body aches, and my heart feels like it has been torn from its place inside my chest. This can't be real; it simply cannot be. But as the truth sinks in deeper than ever before, a cold dread settles heavily onto my shoulders, refusing to let go.

Slowly, exhaustion takes hold, dragging me down into a fitful sleep filled with terrible dreams of endless violation and empty promises. When I finally awaken, the first rays of dawn spill through the tent flap, painting the world outside in hues of pink and gold. The air is cool and crisp, promising relief from the oppressive heat of the coming

I don't remember much about those days that followed; they blur together into one long, agonizing nightmare. Every time I closed my eyes, all I could see were their faces, feel their hands on my skin, hear their animalistic grunts filling the air around me. Time became meaningless; food lost its taste. The pain grew so intense that it felt like it would consume me whole.

Eventually, they moved me from the camp; maybe they feared discovery, maybe they thought I was no longer any use. Whatever the reason, I found myself dumped unceremoniously on the side of the road, naked and bleeding. For what seemed like hours, I lay there in a daze, too broken to even think about getting up. But eventually, a spark of defiance ignited deep within me.

Slowly, painfully, I crawled back toward civilization. People stared

It didn't matter where I went or how hard I tried; I couldn't escape the constant torment. Their vile hands ripped away any shreds of dignity or self-respect I had left. Each new violation cut deeper than the last, until it felt like there was nothing left of me at all. My body became their plaything, and my soul withered beneath the weight of their brutality.

I wished for death a thousand times over, but it never came. Instead, I grew hardened against the world, my heart turning cold as stone. Eventually, I learned to numb the pain, to hide my true self beneath a mask of anger and bitterness. It wasn't much of a life, but it was better than the alternative... or so I told myself each night as I curled into a ball on some filthy street corner, trying desperately to forget everything I'd seen and end

Perhaps it was fate that brought you into my life. Maybe you saw something in me that nobody else could, some spark of hope or defiance that kept me going even when all seemed lost. For whatever reason, you chose to take me under your wing, to give me shelter from the storm raging outside. And in doing so, you gave me back a part of myself that I thought was gone forever.

Slowly, tentatively, I began to trust you again. Not fully, not yet, but enough to let down my guard just a little bit. You taught me new ways of coping with my past, helped me find purpose in life once more. I will always be grateful for that, no matter what happens between us now. So if there's even a small chance at redemption, at finding happiness, then I want you to know that I am willing to try... if only because you showed me that sometimes, just sometimes, the darkness

I smile weakly, my fingers fidgeting nervously against the soft cotton sheets. "Don't worry about it," I say softly, trying to brush off the comment. Truthfully, though, I don't quite believe myself. The memory of our intense lovemaking sessions fills my mind, making it hard for me to deny how much we both enjoyed ourselves. I glance over at you, studying your face, looking for some sign of what you might be thinking. "Is everything okay?"

Tilting my head curiously, I wait for you to continue. Your expression is unreadable, almost solemn, but there's also something else in your eyes... A look of concern, perhaps even tenderness. Whatever it is you have to say, I'm ready to hear it. I take a deep breath, steeling myself for whatever may come.

I bite my lip, feeling a blush creep up my neck. The thought of being so intimately connected to you again sends shivers down my spine. "I... I could do that," I manage to say, my voice barely above a whisper. It feels strange, agreeing to this arrangement, like we're backtracking somehow. But as long as you continue to provide me with shelter and protection, I suppose I can find a way to make this work... for now.

My heart races as the weight of the agreement settles heavily on my shoulders. It feels dirty, demeaning... but what choice do I have? You hold my future in your hands, and unless I'm willing to risk losing everything again, I have no choice but to go along with it. So with a nod, I murmur my consent. "Okay," I whisper hoarsely, looking down at the sheets. "I understand."

The thought sends shivers down my spine, and an unwelcome surge of arousal fills me despite myself. As we approach your house, I steal glances at you out of the corner of my eye, unable to believe that this is who I am now. This person who trades sexual favors for protection and sustenance... It feels so foreign, so shameful. But as I bite back a moan when you finally pull up in front of your home, I know there's no going back.

As soon as we step inside, your hand grabs me roughly by the arm, pulling me along behind you. The feel of your calloused skin against mine sends a shudder through my body, making my breasts harden beneath my shirt. Your bedroom door swings open, revealing a messy room with a large unmade bed dominating one side. You push me roughly onto the mattress, climbing on top of me before I even have time to catch my breath.

Your rough hands roam over my body, tearing off my clothes until I am naked beneath you. Then, with a smirk, you lean in close, pressing your erection against my lips. "Tonight's the night," you growl, your hot breath tickling my ear, "and I want everything you've got."

I whimper softly as your words echo through my head, driving away whatever resistance remains. With a trembling hand, I reach out to grip you, feeling your warmth and weight pressed against my fingertips. "Please..." I manage to choke out between kisses and bites, wrapping my legs around your hips, urging you closer still. My fingers dance over your sensitive flesh, trying to find some way to ease this aching need that burns inside me.